152: Chapter 152 Another School Opening

The undergraduate dormitory area a few hundred meters away was still immersed in lively noise, and the voices of boys chatting and laughing with their arms around each other drifted across the tree-lined path, mixed with the cicada chirping of late summer, full of the excitement of just stepping into the university campus.

Meanwhile, Building 17 in front of him was as quiet as another world.

Only a few inductive night lights were lit in the hallway, and the sound-absorbing floor tiles swallowed all footsteps.

There was not much noise when the elevator went up, the fourth-floor corridor was empty, the doors on both sides were tightly closed, and only a few wisps of warm yellow light leaked from the bottom gaps.

Swiping his campus card to push open the door of Room 402, the room still looked the same as when he checked in during the day.

The single bed was covered with plain blue plaid sheets, and the integrated desk was empty.

Pressing the light switch of the en-suite bathroom, the warm light spilled out, and closing the door isolated all human voices outside.

This was his first night at Tsinghua University.

There was no roommate small talk, no late-night chat sessions, and no excitement of gathering together to ask about the cafeteria and the bathhouse.

There was only a room full of quietness, and two piles of matters spanning mathematics and engineering.

He had just unzipped his backpack by half an inch when the mobile phone placed at the corner of the table lit up.

The WeChat profile picture of his mother, Zhang Xiufen, lit up on the screen.

The timing was just right; obviously, Zhang Xiufen calculated that he should be settled down and deliberately waited for a long time before calling.

Jiang Lin's fingertips slid across the answer button.

The living room of the family home in Jiangcheng popped up on the screen, with a warm yellow ceiling light illuminating the familiar fabric sofa. Zhang Xiufen leaned close to the camera wearing reading glasses, while behind her, Jiang Jianguo held an enamel teacup and also looked sideways towards this side.

"Jiang Lin, you've arrived at the dormitory. Why are you back so late?" Zhang Xiufen's voice came through the earpiece, carrying a bit of her habitual nagging, "Your dad and I have been waiting for you all night, afraid to call too early because you might be busy. You've met your classmates, right? Are they easy to get along with?"

Jiang Lin leaned back half a step, letting the camera sweep across the corner of the room and the single bed: "I just came back from the Yichuang side after exhibition setup and process docking. It was too late, so I missed the class meeting and didn't get to see my classmates. But I had lunch at the school cafeteria, and the food was quite good."

Zhang Xiufen nodded, and started nagging and exhorting again: "Then you must eat on time even more since you live alone, and don't always just make do. Beijing is dry, remember to drink more water. Get along well with your classmates, and don't always keep your head down and not speak."

Jiang Lin responded one by one, his gaze sweeping across his parents' faces on the screen.

It had only been a few days since he left home, but looking through the screen, it seemed as if they were far apart.

After chatting about some family matters for a few more moments, Zhang Xiufen was afraid of delaying his rest and urged him to hang up: "All right, all right, you must be tired after finishing tidying up just now. Take a shower and go to bed early. You have to be busy tomorrow, so don't stay up too late. Call home when you have time; you don't need to talk for too long, just let us know you're fine."

"Okay, you guys go to sleep early too."

The moment the video hung up, the room fell back into silence.

The noise in the distance outside the window faded a bit more, leaving only the soft rustle of wind blowing through the sycamore leaves.

At the same time, the lights were still on in a four-person room of the 2022 mathematics class of Qiuzhen College in Zijing Undergraduate Building 3, a few hundred meters away.

Four boys had just packed most of their luggage. Piled at the corner of the table were the newly collected camouflage military training uniforms and a training program manual thick enough to smash someone, and unpackaged bed curtain brackets were spread out on the floor.

Several of them had mixed in the competition circles; even if they were not truly on the same team, they had long heard of each other's names.

Once they gathered together, the topics never stopped, from the old questions of high school competitions to the magical high-level courses rumored in the college, and finally turning to the class roster.

"Speaking of which, does anyone know Jiang Lin in our class?" The boy near the door scrolled through the class group list on his phone, "He didn't come to the class meeting today either, acting like he vanished into thin air."

"He is giving a report at the Science Center today, he's busy," another boy said.

"I heard that only Gu Mingche next door has seen him, and they went to Bulaotun to watch shooting stars together yesterday," another person said.

As they were talking, the door was gently knocked twice, and student advisor Zhang Yuchen pushed the door open, holding a stack of campus cards and safety instruction slips in his arms.

"Senior, let me ask you something." The boy who spoke first leaned over, "Is Jiang Lin coming to the opening ceremony tomorrow? We thought we could see the true god today?"

Zhang Yuchen put the slips on the table, smiled upon hearing this, and brushed it off vaguely: "He has special circumstances, the college coordinates with him individually, and he's busy with serious business on hand."

Saying that, he just patted the man's shoulder.

"You will slowly find out in the future. Go to sleep early, everyone, assemble at Xijie at eight o'clock tomorrow, don't be late."

...

On the other end, Jiang Lin unscrewed the bottle of room-temperature mineral water on the table. He had just taken a sip when his phone vibrated three times in succession.

The first one came from Zhang Yuchen, the student advisor of the 2022 undergraduate class of Qiuzhen College, and the items were listed neatly and clearly.

[Hello Classmate Jiang Lin, I am student advisor Zhang Yuchen, synchronizing tomorrow's arrangement with you.

1. Assemble at the Xijie classroom sub-venue at 8:20 in the morning to uniformly participate in the whole-school opening ceremony. Bring your campus card and wear a light-colored top; attendance will be checked on site.

2. The first class of the semester at 2:00 PM, also at Xijie, is a compulsory session delivered by school leaders.

3. You missed tonight's freshman class meeting. I sent the class meeting records and class committee list to your email. A monitor and study committee member were temporarily elected. I will notify you in advance for subsequent class activities.

If you have any questions, just find me anytime]

The second one was sent by full-time Counselor Li Yue, attached with a schematic diagram of the sub-venue location and attendance instructions, with a sentence added at the end.

[Dean Shing-Tung Yau will also arrive at the Xijie sub-venue tomorrow. It would be best if you can attend in person; if you really have something to do, tell me in advance, and just go through the online viewing process. The recording will be sent after the meeting.]

The third one was a message from head teacher Teacher Zhou Ming, which was even shorter.

[Just heard from the counselor that you might have something to do tomorrow and cannot go to tomorrow's opening ceremony. Then I will say hello to the college teaching office.]

Jiang Lin's fingertips stopped on the screen.

Above the notification bar, there were still reminders of more than twenty unread emails piled up.

The top few were respectively: the node 38.5 boundary tightening notes overnight supplemented by Terence Tao's team, the domestic review group discussion summary sent by Professor Han Yanshan, the v2 verification notes updated by Voss, and the final process and media docking caliber of the next day's exhibition synchronized by Liang Zhixia.

On one side was the standard enrollment track of an 18-year-old undergraduate freshman: opening ceremony, class meeting, the first class of the semester, military training, stepping into the established rhythm of life step by step.

On the other side was the academic aftershock that stirred up the entire Additive Combinatorics field: emails crossed oceans day and night, more than a dozen research groups at home and abroad started work simultaneously, staring at the 47-node global account matrix, disassembling and verifying line by line.

Two worlds that should have been far apart were quietly side-by-side in his mobile phone screen at this moment, distinct yet subtly overlapping because of him.

He replied to them one by one first.

To Zhang Yuchen: [Many thanks, Senior. I have industrial exhibition affairs tomorrow and cannot be present. Please help me register for online viewing. I will check the class meeting records later.]

To Counselor Li Yue: [Hello, Counselor Li Yue, I really have arrangements tomorrow and cannot get away. Please approve my leave for online viewing. I will make up for the recorded broadcast after the meeting.]

To Teacher Zhou Ming: [Thank you, Teacher Zhou Ming. I have already asked for leave from the counselor. If there is any problem with the procedures, I will trouble you again.]

Within two minutes of sending the three messages, the replies came back one after another.

Zhang Yuchen replied with a good, no problem, accompanied by an exclamation emoji, saying he had heard long ago that he was amazing, and letting him rest assured to get busy.

Counselor Li Yue replied very neatly, saying that the leave had been approved, the viewing link would be sent to the group later, and he could watch it when he had time.

Teacher Zhou Ming only replied with two words: [Received.]

They were all people who knew propriety; no one chased after him to ask what specific matter it was, nor did anyone say half a sentence of polite formulaic talk like 'the freshman opening ceremony is very important, how can you not come'.

Qiuzhen College had been clear since the day his training program was set that for some students, the classroom of growth was never just in the classroom.

Putting away the chat box, Jiang Lin opened the final draft of the next day's demonstration process sent by Liang Zhixia, and his fingertips slowly scrolled through the items.

Whole-hour demonstration time, media reception caliber, technical Q&A division of labor, emergency disposal plan, each item was listed very clearly, with not the slightest deviation from the original plan they finalized in Jiangcheng.

The opening ceremony was the official starting point of the university career of more than two thousand freshmen.

But for him, tomorrow's first public appearance of G-01 C was a critical node on another front line.

There was no distinction of weight between the two, only a sequence of priorities.

He clicked on Terence Tao's supplementary notes again and glanced at them, ran through the derivation path of boundary tightening in his head, confirmed that there were no logical loopholes, and then turned off the screen.

The noise outside the window gradually subsided, and occasionally late-coming freshmen dragging boxes walked past the tree-lined path. The sound was far away and quickly dissipated in the wind.

Building 17 remained quiet all the time, and even the induction lights in the corridor rarely lit up.

...

At 8:50 AM the next day, a long line had already formed in front of the main entrance of Yichuang International Exhibition Center.

The early autumn sunlight swept across the glass curtain wall, dragging the bustling figures very long.

The lanyards of the admission passes swayed into a colorful wave in the crowd, and media reporters carrying long guns and short cannons squeezed in the front row, waiting for the exhibition hall gates to be pulled up at nine o'clock sharp.

At the booth of Low Entropy Workshop, ten minutes before the exhibition opened, all the team members had arrived.

Chen Zhi stacked the last pile of brochures, Xu Man re-checked the locking mechanism of the demonstration machine, and Chen Yan squatted beside the terrain box holding a computer, running the startup self-test one last time.

Jiang Lin stood by the window inside the booth, his fingertips slowly scrolling on the phone screen.

On the screen were the supplementary notes sent by Terence Tao's team last night. Aimed at the independent lemma of node 38.5, three boundary points that could be further tightened were proposed.

He had already deduced half a page along it last night, and the entropy loss could be suppressed by another two-thousandths, which had little impact on the global proof, but was very useful for subsequent generalization to general abelian groups.

At nine o'clock sharp, the exhibition hall's broadcast sounded on time, and the exhibition hall gates slowly pulled up.

Almost simultaneously, the phone vibrated once, which was a message sent by Zhang Yuchen in the class group.

[Everyone sit tight, the opening ceremony is about to start. Students who are not present remember to watch the live broadcast.]

Followed by a live photo of the Xijie sub-venue, freshmen in light-colored tops sat neatly, and Dean Shing-Tung Yau was holding a microphone on the podium preparing to deliver a speech.

Jiang Lin glanced at it, turned his phone to silent, put it back into his pocket, and looked up at Liang Zhixia: "Follow the original schedule. The first show is at 9:30, followed by fixed demonstrations every hour on the hour. If there are many people, we'll add a session on the half-hour. Answer if someone asks, and stay in normal standby if no one asks."

He raised his eyes and glanced at the surrounding booths.

On the left was a specially decorated booth of a domestic veteran industrial robot manufacturer. The two-story-high mechanical arm drew precise arcs in the air, and the background board was printed with the large characters of domestic heavy-duty leader.

On the right was a newly emerging enterprise that had obtained financing. A holographic projection projected a translucent robot model, and the sound system circularly played the brand promotional video.

In contrast, Low Entropy Workshop's three spray-painted background boards, one reception table, and one demonstration machine covered with a dust cloth were really simple to the point of being somewhat eye-catching.

Liang Zhixia followed his gaze and smiled: "I was originally worried that the location was remote and no one would come, but now I don't need to worry."

Since yesterday afternoon, it had already spread in the industry circle.

Jiang Lin, the speaker of that PFR lecture at Tsinghua University, was the founder of Low Entropy Workshop, and would be at the booth in Hall 3 today.

The news leaked from the academic circle to the industrial circle, and then spread from the investment circle to the media circle. Overnight, the corner booth that no one cared about originally had become a must-visit spot for many people today.

Jiang Lin did not take up the conversation, but just reached out and lifted the corner of the dust cloth, glancing at the fuselage of G-01 C: "Standby temperature is normal."

The flow of people poured in along the main passage like a tide. The ones filled up first were always the big booths of top manufacturers. People taking photos, consulting, and talking about cooperation made a bustling hubbub.

On the side of Low Entropy Workshop, the first five minutes were indeed deserted.

Until the first young man with a backpack and glasses walked over hesitatingly, his gaze sweeping across the four characters of Low Entropy Workshop on the background board, and then quickly glancing at Jiang Lin standing beside the terrain box, his steps suddenly stopped.

"Excuse me, are you Senior Jiang Lin?"

The voice was not loud, but it made several people wandering over slowly stop at the same time.

Jiang Lin raised his eyes and nodded: "I am Jiang Lin."

The young man's eyes lit up instantly, and he said excitedly with a suppressed voice: "I am from the Beihang Robotics Institute. Yesterday I watched the whole live broadcast of PFR, and I didn't expect it to really be you. Are you guys making legged industrial robots?"

As soon as these words came out, several people who were just passing by immediately gathered around.

"Jiang Lin? Is that the Jiang Lin who proved PFR?"

"Low Entropy Workshop was opened by him? I saw the news yesterday and thought it was someone with the same name."

"Didn't they say there is an industrial sub-forum today? Why is he staying at the booth?"

A small circle quickly gathered in the crowd, mostly college students, young engineers, and a few tech media reporters who came upon hearing the news.

Camera lenses were raised, taking pictures of the booth and Jiang Lin non-stop.

Chen Zhi subconsciously stepped forward half a step, but Liang Zhixia gently pulled her back and shook her head slightly.

Jiang Lin's expression did not change much. He stepped aside by half a step, revealing the terrain box behind him: "The booth is used to showcase products. If everyone wants to see the robots, there is a full demonstration at nine-thirty. You can look at the parameter manuals first. If you have hardware-related questions, Xu Man here will answer them."

His tone was calm; he neither deliberately distanced himself nor used the topic to chat a word about mathematics.

A reporter immediately seized the opportunity to squeeze forward: "Mr. Jiang, may I ask if you have applied the technologies related to the PFR Conjecture to robot control, and whether you reconstructed the motion control algorithm using mathematical theory?"

This question was asked very cleverly. As long as Jiang Lin nodded, tomorrow's headline would be secured.

"Fields-Level Achievement Lands in Industry, Mathematical Genius Redefines Robot Control."

The people around quieted down, waiting for his answer.

Jiang Lin glanced at the reporter, his tone calm: "No."

The reporter was stunned for a moment: "No?"

"The PFR Conjecture is a pure mathematics problem in the field of Additive Combinatorics and has no direct correlation with industrial robot control," Jiang Lin said. "The robot control scheme of the Low Entropy Workshop is an independent engineering R&D achievement, and the two cannot be lumped together."

A soft murmur broke out in the crowd.

No one expected him to deny it so decisively.

If it were any other entrepreneur holding an academic explosive of this magnitude, they would be eager to print 'PFR core algorithm empowers robots' on the background board, hype it to the skies, and it wouldn't be surprising if the valuation doubled or tripled.

But as for him, he directly drew a clear line between the two.

An engineer working on algorithms couldn't help but speak up: "However, the idea of entropy..."

"The underlying thinking has commonalities, but the technical paths are completely two separate systems," Jiang Lin interrupted him. "Mathematical proof pursues the boundaries of logical rigor, while engineering pursues stable and controllable implementation. Applying pure mathematics conclusions to industrial products is irresponsible to both sides."

As soon as these words came out, several engineers in the industry subconsciously nodded.

There were too many companies in the circle relying on conceptual hype and packaging PPT products with academic terms. A founder like this who actively unbundled and refused to gild themselves with academic fame was, on the contrary, rare.

Liang Zhixia stepped forward at the right time and took over the conversation with a smile: "If you are all interested in the robot products, you can take a copy of the product manual first. The on-the-hour demonstration at nine-thirty will fully showcase the load capacity, obstacle-crossing performance, and state self-healing capability of the G-01 C under complex terrain. Everyone is welcome to watch then. Those with business cooperation intentions can also register with me."

The crowd slowly dispersed a bit; some people held manuals and waited nearby for the demonstration, while others were still whispering discussions, but the shutter sounds of cameras never stopped.

Chen Zhi leaned close to Liang Zhixia and whispered: "Sister Liang, President Jiang is really too down-to-earth. Regarding that question just now, if he had just said a word about the underlying logic being homologous, wouldn't the popularity have shot up?"

Liang Zhixia watched Jiang Lin squatting by the terrain box, checking the calibration parameters of the foot-end sensors with Xu Man, his back so focused as if the surrounding voices did not exist at all.

"What he wants is not popularity," Liang Zhixia said softly. "What he wants is that when people mention Low Entropy Workshop, the first thing they think of is that the robots are well-made, rather than that the boss is a mathematical genius."

False fame is something that can sustain temporary traffic, but it cannot sustain a long-term product.

Jiang Lin saw this very clearly from the very beginning.

At nine-thirty, the first demonstration started on time.

Chen Yan pressed the start button, and Xu Man stepped forward to lift the dust cover. The silver-gray G-01 C unit 3 awoke from standby mode, and the indicator lights at the joints successively lit up with a pale green glow.

Inside the terrain box were complex working conditions arranged in advance: a fifteen-degree slope, scattered gravel, sunken potholes, and smooth panels simulating oil stains, condensing almost all the harsh terrains common in industrial scenarios into this box of a few square meters.

"What is being showcased now is the G-01 C general-purpose legged industrial platform, with a dead weight of forty-eight kilograms, a rated load of twenty kilograms, a maximum obstacle-crossing height of twenty centimeters, and capable of adapting to various complex terrains such as slopes, gravel, and slippery roads." Xu Man stood beside the terrain box, giving the explanation with a steady pace of speech.

As her voice fell, the robot stepped forward.

There was no exaggerated sprint, nor any fancy movements; every step was as steady as if nailed to the ground.

When stepping over gravel, the foot ends adaptively fine-tuned, and the machine body hardly shook.

When stepping onto the smooth panel, the common slipping and instability did not occur; the gait only slowed down slightly, and it walked steadily across.

When going downhill, the center of gravity switched smoothly without even shaking once.

Laymen watch for the spectacle, while insiders can see the tricks at a glance.

Several engineers from major factories in the crowd originally came with the mindset of watching the spectacle, but the moment they saw the gait, their expressions changed.

"This is not a regular safety state machine."

"The state machine intervenes too deeply; it's almost doing real-time replanning."

"No, it's not a pre-compiled gait; it's real-time replanning? Such low latency?"

The obstacle-crossing of ordinary legged robots mostly relies on identifying the terrain in advance, planning the landing positions, and walking step by step. Once they encounter sudden slipping or gravel deviation, they easily lose stability and fall.

Yet the machine before their eyes didn't look like it was walking a planned path at all.

It seemed to have its own judgment; the feedback from every foot-end contact with the ground was immediately transmitted back, and the posture was adjusted the very next second. The entire process was so smooth without a trace of lagging, and even the pitch angle of the machine body was controlled within an extremely small range.

What was even more impressive was that throughout the entire process, there was not a single instance of over-correction trembling.

Anyone who has worked on control knows that the more sensitive a system is, the easier it is to oscillate. Being able to balance response speed and stability to this degree means the control framework behind it is definitely not simple.

The crowd quieted down, leaving only the faint running sound of the robot's joint motors.

Some people took out their phones to record videos, some stared at the gait frowning in thought, and the algorithm engineer who asked the question just now had already unconsciously leaned close to the edge of the terrain box, his eyes unblinking.

Liang Zhixia stood on the side, watching the crowd's reaction, the corners of her mouth slightly pursed.

She knew that as long as the product was solid enough, there was no need at all to rely on the halo of mathematics to hold up the facade.

True insiders can see the value at a single glance.

After a complete demonstration of four minutes and twelve seconds, the G-01 C steadily returned to the starting point, and the standby indicator lights lit up again.

Just as Xu Man finished saying that the demonstration was over, questioning voices immediately sounded in the crowd.

"Is your control model-based or reinforcement learning-based?"

"Is the twenty-kilogram load rated or peak, and how long is the continuous walking endurance?"

"What is the protection rating, and can it work in dusty environments for a long time?"

...

Questions came one after another, all solid engineering parameters. No one mentioned PFR anymore, and no one asked about the relationship between mathematics and robots.

Xu Man answered them one by one with a professional tone, precise data, and not a single empty word.

Jiang Lin stood behind the crowd and did not step forward.

His gaze fell on the foot-end sensor of the robot's right rear leg.

Just now when walking through the gravel pile, the ground-contact feedback curve on the side screen had a short glitch, with a delay peak of about seven milliseconds.

Although it did not affect the overall gait and no one even noticed it, it did exist.

Was it interference from the hardware wiring, or a priority issue of state machine scheduling?

He made a note of it in his heart; after today's demonstration ended, he would have Chen Yan pull the logs for that period.

At this time, a steady voice came from outside the crowd.

"Excuse me, please make way."

The crowd parted a path, and a middle-aged man wearing a dark gray shirt walked in, followed by two assistant-like young men.

Someone recognized him and exclaimed in a low voice: "Is that President Zhang of Bozhi?"

Bozhi Robotics, a leading manufacturer in the domestic industrial legged field, was located not far away in the same hall, occupying the largest special-decoration booth.

No one expected that the president of a competing company would personally run over to this small booth in the corner.

Zhang Zhiming ignored the surrounding gazes. His gaze fell directly on the G-01 C inside the terrain box. After looking at it for a few seconds, he turned to Jiang Lin, extended his hand, and said: "Mr. Jiang Lin, long admired. I am Zhang Zhiming of Bozhi Robotics."

Ten minutes ago, he had actually already stood outside the crowd and watched the second half of the demonstration, but he hadn't spoken the entire time.

Jiang Lin reached out and shook his hand: "Hello."

Zhang Zhiming asked with a smile: "Does your state machine middle layer only bind to the G-01 C, or has it reserved cross-hardware platform adaptation?"

"Currently, we are only responsible for our own platform and do not discuss external adaptation," Jiang Lin replied.

Zhang Zhiming didn't seem surprised and nodded: "Understood. Then if there is a possibility of cooperation in the future, you can contact me anytime."

He handed over a business card, took another deep look at the G-01 C, didn't stay any longer, and turned to leave with his people.

The crowd looked at their backs, and then looked at the overly young founder in the booth; their eyes had completely changed.

An academic halo is one thing; now being personally recognized for technology by an industry leader is another.

The former is a cross-domain legend, while the latter is solid industrial strength.

And this eighteen-year-old boy seemed to grip both hands tightly, yet never lumped them together.

The flow of people in the morning came in waves.

The booth of the Low Entropy Workshop went from being deserted to becoming one of the most bustling spots in Hall 3.

People came and went—those who came to watch the excitement, those who came to discuss cooperation, those who came for technical exchanges, and those who came to check in and take photos. Even Liang Zhixia personally stepped up to host several waves of investors.

Jiang Lin only spoke during technical exchanges. The rest of the time he mostly stood on the side, either looking at the demonstration data or lowering his head to look at his phone, occasionally checking parameters with Chen Yan and Xu Man.

At the end of mathematics, the community was slowly verifying, the framework had been established, and what remained was painstaking, meticulous effort.

At the end of engineering, the product had debuted, the first step had been firmly planted, and next it was time to dig deep down.

As for the tool chain connecting the two in the middle, construction was just about to begin now.

Mathematics gave him a ruler to measure boundaries, and engineering gave him the first base for implementation.

Next, what needed to be built was a tool chain that truly strung the two together.

At twelve noon, the morning session ended.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and the few team members could finally catch a breath. Chen Zhi slumped in the folding chair, rubbing her sore legs: "Oh my god, at least three hundred people came this morning. My hands are sore just from handing out promotional brochures."

"Business registrations alone filled two full pages," Liang Zhixia flipped through her notebook with a smile in her eyes. "The heads of procurement from seven factories left contact information, and three system integrators want to have a detailed discussion after the appointment. This is much better than we expected."

Xu Man was doing a midday inspection of the robot without raising her head: "There is an industry forum in the afternoon session, and the technical heads of many manufacturers will come over to browse. Estimated that there will be even more people."

Chen Yan took a sip of water and looked at Jiang Lin: "President Jiang, should we add a high-difficulty working condition to the afternoon demonstration, such as adding sudden obstacle avoidance? Many people asked about this in the morning."

Just as Jiang Lin was about to speak, his phone suddenly vibrated.

It was a message sent by Professor Han Yanshan, with only one sentence: "Terence Tao's blog has updated. He has verified the core accounts of the main link."

Jiang Lin's fingertips paused.

Almost at the same time, the unread reminders above the notification bar began to jump upward.

Professor Han Yanshan, Voss, the domestic review group's temporary discussion group, and several unfamiliar overseas email addresses lit up one after another, as if blown by the same gust of wind.

Jiang Lin was very clear about what lay behind these short reminders.

Terence Tao did not announce a conclusion for anyone, nor would he easily give an emotional endorsement. He simply released his verification process of the core accounts of the main link, listing them item by item, confirming them item by item, and eliminating sources of error item by item.

This was already enough.

To the outside world, this was like a floodgate being pushed open.

From this moment on, that manuscript, which countless people had surrounded and picked faults with, was no longer just a startling claim handed to the review platform by an eighteen-year-old boy alone.

It began to possess its first sufficiently heavy external anchor point.

Jiang Lin raised his eyes to look at the sunlight outside the exhibition hall's window.

The morning's hustle and bustle seemed separated by a layer of glass.

The wave of mathematics was still rising.

Above the lock screen interface, a class group message from half an hour ago still quietly lay there.

It was a group photo of the opening ceremony sent by the monitor. The west-step classroom was packed full, and everyone looked at the camera, youthful and solemn.

That was the official starting point on another track of life.

Jiang Lin did not tap to open the large image; he simply put away his phone and looked at Chen Yan: "Proceed according to the original plan, no need to add anything. Making the product itself well is more important than anything else."