244: Chapter 244 I want to change the title!

"No need for Analytic Continuation... I can directly use Automorphic Representation Theory to construct a Modular Form space... mapping the Fourier Coefficients of the error term through the Langlands Program..."

The tip of the pen rubbed against the paper, making a rapid rustling sound.

Zhao Yang's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and the pen in his hand showed no sign of stopping; countless inspirations were frantically surging in his mind at this moment.

The bottleneck that was originally impassable was forcefully torn open by Zhao Yang in just over ten minutes!

Once thirty minutes were up.

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That God-like perspective of absolute focus receded like a tide.

Zhao Yang's whole body went limp, and he leaned back against the chair, panting heavily. The high-intensity overclocking operation caused a trace of fatigue in his brain.

But as he looked at the seven or eight sheets of manuscript paper covered in complex formulas before him, his eyes were filled with excitement.

He did it!

Although he hadn't proven "1+1" in one go, this was still an extremely important milestone!

Using this brand-new mathematical method that combined High-dimensional Topology and Algebraic Geometry, he advanced the proof framework of Goldbachs Conjecture to the level of "1+2"!

"1+2" means that any large even number can be expressed as the sum of a prime numbers and a product of no more than two prime numbers.

This was the peak reached by the late Mr. Chen Jingrun, who spent half his life's blood pushing the traditional Circle Method and Sieve Method to their limits.

And now, Zhao Yang had successfully reproduced this result using a completely different and more expandable mathematical method! Moreover, the error term was controlled even more tightly!

It might sound somewhat ordinary!

But the point wasn't the "1+2" result! More crucially, his path forward was now clear!

He was only one last step away from the final proof of Goldbachs Conjecture—the most difficult step of all!

But! The path forward was clear!

This point was especially important!

"It's not enough..."

Zhao Yang muttered to himself.

From that day on, Zhao Yang entered a state of complete seclusion.

He never went to his office at the School of Mathematical Sciences, Peking University again. The walk from the faculty apartment specially allocated to him by Peking University to the School of Mathematics office was ten minutes at most, but for the current Zhao Yang, those ten minutes were a crime against life and a desecration of truth.

Over the next few months.

Aside from the most basic eating and sleeping to maintain his vital signs, the number of times he even went downstairs to take out the trash could be counted on one hand. Zhao Yang poured almost all of his waking hours frantically into the final battle to conclude Goldbachs Conjecture.

He locked himself tightly inside his room in the Peking University apartment.

The thick blackout curtains were drawn tight, not letting a single ray of sunlight through to disturb his thoughts.

His desk was covered with scattered manuscript papers, densely packed with various mathematical formulas.

Professor Wang Wenyuan, as his mentor and the vice dean of the School of Mathematics, initially checked on Zhao Yang's progress and health via WeChat and phone calls. But when he heard Zhao Yang's near-delirious mathematical deductions over the phone...

Upon learning that Zhao Yang was at a critical juncture for Goldbachs Conjecture, Professor Wang Wenyuan directly issued a strict order: No one from the School of Mathematics was allowed to disturb Zhao Yang!

Even Professor Wang Wenyuan himself didn't dare knock on that door.

He understood these mathematical geniuses in their explosive periods all too well. Inspiration was like a strand of gossamer in the wind; once interrupted by the outside world, it might never be found again in this lifetime.

To ensure Zhao Yang's safety, Professor Wang Wenyuan could only secretly instruct two of his Doctoral Students to listen for sounds outside Zhao Yang's apartment every day, like thieves.

"Did you hear anything?" the senior student asked, pressing his ear against the door.

"Aside from the occasional sound of a pen being thrown and some self-muttering, there's nothing else. Senior, God Zhao won't starve to death in there, will he?" the junior student swallowed hard.

"Shut up! Put fresh fruit, milk, and high-calorie food at the door on time every day. If he takes them inside, it means he's still alive!"

Professor Wang Wenyuan didn't dare interfere with anything else.

After all, for a once-in-a-century mathematical monster like this, this was a manifestation of genius. Back then, when the eccentric Perelman of Russia proved the Poincaré Conjecture, he also shut himself away in a dilapidated house in Saint Petersburg for several years without seeing anyone, refusing to even collect his fields medal. In Professor Wang Wenyuan's eyes, Zhao Yang was now showing a trend of evolving toward a "Mathematical God."

Spring passed and summer came.

April, May, June.

The weather in Yanjing gradually became hot and dry.

The apartment had turned into a complete pigsty, with hardly any space to step.

On the floor, the bed, and the sofa, scattered manuscript papers were everywhere, densely covered with complex integral formulas, Adele Groups, and various high-dimensional matrices that would make an ordinary person dizzy at a glance.

Zhao Yang was unshaven, completely immersed in Goldbachs Conjecture.

Time passed like this until a certain day in mid-July.

"Knock knock knock! Knock knock knock knock!"

The security door of the apartment, which had been closed for months, was knocked on.

Professor Wang Wenyuan's voice came from outside.

"Zhao Yang! Open the door, it's me! You can't stay in seclusion anymore!"

Zhao Yang raised his head from a pile of scattered papers, rubbed his sore and dry eyes, pushed himself up from the floor, and wobbled over to open the door.

"Creak—"

As soon as the door opened, an indescribable smell wafted out.

Professor Wang Wenyuan stood outside, looking at the disheveled, unkempt, and savage-looking Zhao Yang before him, momentarily stunned.

"Little Zhao..."

Professor Wang Wenyuan said somewhat helplessly.

"Doing research is fine, but your health is always the most important thing! You must prioritize your health!"

"I understand. What's wrong, Professor Wang?"

Zhao Yang asked, looking at Professor Wang Wenyuan.

"It's like this: on the 19th of next month, the International Congress of Mathematicians (ICM) will be held in Hyderabad, India! We need to get ready."

Professor Wang Wenyuan paused for a moment and looked at Zhao Yang. "You are an invited one-hour speaker for this congress! This is a rare honor for our Chinese mathematical community! We must get the preparations done right!"

Zhao Yang leaned against the doorframe, the corners of his mouth curling slightly, as he spoke slowly to Professor Wang.

"Professor Wang..."

Zhao Yang said, his voice tinged with excitement.

"I am... only one last step away from Goldbachs Conjecture."

Professor Wang Wenyuan was stunned. "You... what did you say?"

"I said, I will soon be able to prove '1+1'."

Zhao Yang said calmly.

"So, I'd like to ask you for a favor."

"What favor?"

Professor Wang Wenyuan asked subconsciously, his gaze toward Zhao Yang filled with shock.

"That's Goldbachs Conjecture!"

"Only one last step?"

"It's only been about a year since the topic was opened last year!"

"To be able to solve a conjecture of this level in just one year?"

"What kind of monster is he?? Professor Wang Wenyuan's eyes were filled with an incredible light.

"I want to change the topic of my report at the congress," Zhao Yang uttered calmly.