Room 201, men's dormitory.
Ji Mo, wearing a shoulder bag, pushed open the door. Before he even had time to set his bag down, he said excitedly,
"You'll never believe what happened today!"
Duan Siqi stopped writing, turned around, adjusted his glasses, and asked curiously, "...What happened?"
Ji Mo said, "Professor Perelman! That legendary master who supposedly retired from Mathematics! He actually joined our research group!"
Hearing the commotion behind him, Wu Di, who had recently been dragged into auto chess by Yang Shuang, stared at his computer screen and coughed awkwardly. "...Sorry, I don't really get the reference. Can you tell me who he is?"
"Perelman is Perelman, obviously! The Russian mathematician who solved the Poincaré Conjecture!" Whenever Mathematics came up, Ji Mo became especially animated. Without caring whether anyone beside him understood what he meant, he continued on his own. "And Professor Faltings and Scholze! Those two giants came too! This is freaking awesome—half the Bourbaki School has come to our university!"
Aside from Yang Shuang, who was even more bored and listened curiously to Guy's bragging, the others clearly had little interest in the topic.
Unlike the other two roommates, Duan Siqi, another academic ace, naturally knew the names Perelman and Faltings. Whether he cared about them was another matter entirely.
After all, they were only freshmen. As far as Mathematics was concerned, they had only just stepped through the door.
Perhaps once they reached their upperclassman years or entered graduate school and truly began researching this field, those famous names would resonate with them more deeply.
But for now, at least in Duan Siqi's eyes, ten thousand Perelmans or Faltingses still could not compare to the greatness of Lu, the god who had created virtual reality technology.
Speaking of which, Duan Siqi sometimes felt that he