Chapter 19

"Yeah, I'm speechless. Shouldn't you be getting started on setting up a safe place? Three of the other five have already started."

Viewers back home found it unbelievable. They couldn't make sense of what Jiang Ye was doing.

People in Dragon Country valued stability. In just about everything, they generally put it first.

"Could he be mixed-race?" someone boldly speculated, sparking heated discussion.

But at that moment, some overseas viewers were quietly changing their opinion of Jiang Ye.

Beal himself, from Texas, posted on Twitter: "I'm astonished by Jiang Ye's attitude toward learning. He is willing to risk everything in his thirst for unknown mathematical truths. That is a true mathematician."

"I hereby announce that, whether or not he ultimately proves the Beal Conjecture, I will personally present him with a million-dollar prize when he returns. If he solves it, the reward will be raised to five million US dollars."

As soon as Beal's tweet went up, it caused an even greater sensation and stirred up more controversy.

Meanwhile, within seconds,

leading mathematicians from around the world posted their own tweets, expressing great admiration for Jiang Ye's attitude toward learning.

"If all our mathematicians had his attitude toward learning and his spirit of inquiry and research, what difficult problems would we still have today?"

"Under these circumstances, he can set his safety aside and focus solely on mathematical research. I have high hopes for his future. It's only a matter of time before he wins the Fields Medal."

"I don't think any other mathematician in his circumstances could turn around and go back to the library to continue working on the conjecture!"

At that moment, countless overseas viewers were left speechless, staring in shock at the frail figure in the first feed.

They watched him write and draw on sheets of A4 paper with utmost seriousness and focus. Before long, he filled one sheet, then took a fresh one and continued.

What kind of character was this!?

Most viewers couldn't make heads or tails of it.

But the leading mathematicians and young scholars in academic mathematics circles were all staring with their eyes wide, sharp intakes of breath sounding one after another.

Compared to the speed at which Jiang Ye had written the proof for the first half of the Beal Conjecture,

he was now more than ten times faster.

Gradually, countless viewers caught on.

They rubbed their eyes, a little stunned.

"Is he fucking solving the conjecture?"

"Damn it, I couldn't even copy it as fast as he's writing!"

"Holy shit, is he just scribbling nonsense? Could he still be mentally unstable?"

They really found it hard to believe.

No one could blame them. Anyone would have reacted the same way.

Seeing him write so quickly and smoothly, it was as though he didn't need to think at all.

For a time, teams of psychological experts at home and abroad swung into action.

But their report soon concluded that there was simply no way to tell whether he was mentally stable or not, unless a leading mathematician proved that what he was writing was complete nonsense.

After reading the expert teams' conclusion, countless people hurriedly contacted various mathematical research institutions.

The Ivy League's Eight Member Schools.

When Jiang Ye began working on the proof of the Beal Conjecture again, the gifted elite scholars once more turned their attention to the livestream.

After studying what Jiang Ye had written for the first half, they simply couldn't figure out how to continue the calculations.

They had also tried taking an unorthodox approach, attempting to work through it with different lines of reasoning or other mathematical tools.

But after only a few steps, they found they couldn't go any further.

Yet they had only been watching the high-definition feed for a short while.

One student let out a breath, rubbed his temples, and shook his head slightly. "Shit, I can't keep up at all anymore!"

To his surprise, after he was the first to say so, most of the others spoke up one after another. "I can't keep up either."

"What he's writing is getting more and more abstruse. I understand less and less of it."

Chapter 19: He Completely Outclasses the Professors and Experts! None of Them Can Keep Up With Jiang Ye (Kneeling to Beg for All Kinds of Support)

Paris Institute for Advanced Mathematical Studies.

A gray-haired old man walked into a fairly spacious room.

"Mr. Leon, you were the only one we were waiting for."

There were seven or eight people in the room, all roughly the same age.

Yet this group consisted of the standard-bearers of mathematics in Paris and even across Europe.

Every one of them held a title bestowed by royalty. They were eminent figures whose status was admired by countless young scholars.

Leon first swept a quick glance around the room at everyone present.

Then he looked at the content displayed on the large screen.

"I can't keep up anymore. What about you!?"

The others all gave wry smiles. "Same here, Mr. Leon. Otherwise, we wouldn't be here!"

"If I wait until he finishes writing before checking his proof of the Beal Conjecture, I'll need a week to do it myself."

"That would take too long. We need to pool our efforts and verify his proof together."

"Then let's begin!"

After that, no more voices sounded in the room.

There was only the rhythmic tapping of chalk against blackboards.

Meanwhile,

the same scene was playing out around the world.

At the International Mathematical Union, the Sam Federation Mathematical Society, and in Dragon Country's mathematics community.

The unusual behavior of the leading mathematicians naturally caused a sensation in academic mathematics circles.