"...The Hyperelliptic Curve Analysis Method?"
What did he mean by starting with the most basic principles?
Was he planning to give all these leading scholars a mathematics lesson?
Molina wore a decidedly strange expression. As she watched Lu Zhou standing at the front of the auditorium, she looked as though she were staring at a madman.
This wasn't a number theory classroom at Princeton!
There were at least twenty Fields Medal winners sitting here! Not to mention recipients of lifetime achievement honors such as the Abel Prize...
He must have lost his mind!
Terence Tao, sitting not far from her, wore an entirely different expression. His earlier fervor had turned into excitement, and his lips moved as he murmured to himself.
"That's it! Of course, of course..."
Hearing his cryptic muttering, Molina turned toward him and couldn't help asking.
"Of course what?"
"He's right!"
Having finally worked it all out, Terence Tao relaxed his shoulders and leaned back in his chair with a smile. That confident smile seemed as innate as his IQ of 230...
"If you're curious why, just keep watching."
He hardly needed to remind her.
In fact, Molina was already doing just that.
And she wasn't the only one. Scholze, sitting on the other side of the lecture hall, was doing the same.
From the moment Lu Zhou erased the filled whiteboard and wrote the first line of equations, Scholze's gaze had been utterly captivated by the equations flowing across it.
"The Hyperelliptic Curve Analysis Method?"
Gradually unfolding his arms, Aksay, who sat beside him, frowned. At that moment, a trace of gravity had appeared in the eyes of this fellow prodigy.
"What is he trying to do?"
"Sell us his weapon," Scholze said with a grin, his gaze fixed firmly on the whiteboard. "Like an arms