What the hell did "not accepted" mean?
It was not just Luo Wenxuan and Lu Zhou's students who were stunned. Even Lu Zhou himself could hardly believe the contents of the email.
After carefully reading Professor Faltings's review, Lu Zhou roughly understood what he meant.
In Professor Faltings's view, several parts of the paper were highly contentious, leaving serious gaps in the proof at its core. It was insufficient to establish that, as ε became infinitesimally small, no nontrivial zeros of the zeta function existed in the region Re(s) ≥ 1 − ε.
To be honest, this was the first time Lu Zhou had had this paper sent back for revision.
Standing behind Lu Zhou, Luo Wenxuan had also read the review from beginning to end. He swallowed and asked,
"There's a problem with the proof?"
Lu Zhou shook his head. "It's too early to draw any conclusions. Let me take a look first."
Hearing this, He Changwen, who was sitting nearby with his ears pricked up, nearly sent the pen he was twirling flying out of his hand.
Impressive.
When other people received a reply requesting revisions, their first reaction was to obediently make the changes. Their papers would only be accepted once the reviewers were satisfied. Yet this big shot wanted to take a look first...
At that thought, He Changwen could not help marveling.
A big shot really was a big shot...
If only I could be that badass someday...
Lu Zhou did not notice what his students were thinking.
After saying that, he bent down and retrieved the printed copy of his earlier proof of the quasi-Riemann hypothesis from the cabinet beneath his desk. Comparing it against the passages Professor Faltings had flagged, he began checking it line by line.
Since he could make no sense