After finishing the email, Lu Zhou yawned and casually clicked send.
Normally, even when he had little faith in someone's proof, he would avoid making such categorical statements and express his opinion more tactfully. But he was eager to get some rest, so he could not be bothered to spend time polishing his wording.
Of course, although he did not think the five-hundred-plus-page paper had successfully proved the ABC Conjecture, that did not mean the past two days had been wasted.
Compared with the paper he had previously found on the Kyoto University Department of Mathematics website, this revised version had improved many of the details.
Although it still contained considerable problems, it had given him plenty of inspiration.
Beyond the basic approach of converting number theory problems into geometry problems, there were also the many issues involved in constructing a new mathematical language.
He had considerable experience with the former, but the latter was something new to him.
Unlike developing tools based on existing mathematical languages, this was virtually equivalent to "inventing" a new mathematical language to describe the ABC Conjecture.
Perhaps, as Perelman had speculated, alien mathematics really would have an easier time solving this problem.
After sending the email, Lu Zhou casually jotted down his ideas in his notebook, then rose from his chair, intending to go home and sleep.
Just then, however, someone knocked on his office door, and a moment later, it was pushed open.
Seeing his senior walk in, Lu Zhou paused in surprise.
"What brings you here?"
"I heard my boyfriend hadn't slept in two days, so I rushed over from the company right away... Where's Mengqi?"
"She's already gone home."
Her gaze settling on the heavy bags under Lu Zhou's eyes, Chen Yushan sighed with concern.
"...Promise me you won't keep sacrificing