Chapter 1813 - 1814: Baffling

Ten minutes later.

The Rolls-Royce Phantom steadily stopped at the gate of Jin University.

Lin lowered the car window and immediately saw Zhang Mengyao's youthful figure.

Over here.

Lin Xian waved, and Zhang Mengyao snorted coldly, but still quickly walked over and got into the car.

Zhang Mengyao first fastened her seatbelt, then said coldly, "Go ahead, say it!"

Say what?

Lin Xian was a bit puzzled by this.

Zhang Mengyao raised an eyebrow and said, "I waited for you for two hours and didn't even eat lunch. Shouldn't you give me a reasonable explanation?"

Of course, her own boyfriend going out to sea with a bunch of bikini-clad girls was already quite annoying to her.

And today, she almost got stood up again. The little girl was really upset at that moment. Lin Xian pointed to the glove compartment and said with a smile, "I was really writing my thesis, look, it's all there!"

Zhang Mengyao followed his gaze and indeed saw a laptop and a stack of draft papers in the glove compartment.

She suspiciously picked up the draft paper and started reading. The first few lines of the formulas she could barely understand, as they were some basic number theory formulas, but as she read on, she was dumbfounded.

What the heck is this?

She couldn't understand Lin Xian's thesis, which was a bit of a blow to this academic achiever. Seeing her bewildered look, Lin Xian started the car and laughed, "It's normal you can't understand it. These topics are too advanced for you."

"It's normal not to understand?"

Zhang Mengyao wasn't happy, annoyed, "Lin Xian, what do you mean by that? I refuse to believe I can't understand a paper written by an academic slacker like you!"

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Mengyao lowered her head again, going back to the draft, a few minutes later, she gave up in frustration.

Still couldn't understand it.

No way, the various formulas and knowledge applied here, she had never even learned, how could she understand it?

Lin Xian's drafts were highly non-linear in thought, and he skipped some steps for convenience. Even if Old Dai were to look at it, he might not understand it because Old Dai's research focus was not in number theory but mainly on Fourier transforms and differential equations.

Number theory is pure mathematics, whereas Fourier transforms and differential equations fall under applied mathematics. Though maths is connected, the directions are entirely different, so even Dai Pingbo would find it extremely challenging to go through this draft.

After all, this is a finance university's mathematics department. Pure mathematics isn't very applicable, rather applied mathematics plays an auxiliary role.

Lin Xian drove the car skillfully through traffic, turning his head and saying, "Don't bother looking. I've already told you, you won't understand it now!"

Zhang Mengyao sighed and completely gave up.

But soon curiosity got the better of her, "Lin Xian, what's this draft mainly about?"

"It's about the formula for the distribution law of Mersenne Primes (does it ring a bell?)" Zhang Mengyao raised an eyebrow, "Speak human language."

Lin Xian clicked his tongue, explaining, "Okay, it's about Zhou Family's conjecture proof, a thesis that my math course professor assigned for the end of the semester."

"Zhou Family conjecture proof?"

Zhang Mengyao gulped, looking utterly astonished. "Are you serious?"

"Of course! Do you think it's fun teasing you?"

Having said this, Lin Xian changed the topic with a smile, "Although, it is pretty fun teasing you. I haven't even completed freshman calculus, don't know much about calculus and linear algebra, yet you're telling me your thesis is on Zhou Family's conjecture? You're sure you're not messing with me?"

Zhang Mengyao was stunned for quite a while before coming back to her senses.

Upon seeing her swallow hard and looking incredulous, she asked again incredulously, "Lin... Lin Xian, you proved Zhou Family's conjecture?"

Her major, although not mathematics, didn't mean she wasn't aware of Zhou Family's conjecture. After all, there aren't that many mathematical conjectures named after nationals, even if you wanted to forget, you couldn't. Now she was still a bit out of it.

The guy she thought of as a slacker boyfriend suddenly proved the Zhou Family conjecture. Who could handle that? But being a slacker doesn't necessarily mean he was stupid. She didn't think Lin Xian was dumb but just believed he never put effort into studying.

It can't be confirmed until the paper is published and gets the final result. Lin Xian paused, chuckling lightly, "Though I think the problem is minor; the core logic of hypothesizing and proving is consistent. What's left is to verify each step through computation and then it'll be ready for publishing. Proving a mathematical conjecture, the most crucial, most foundational aspect is achieving logical consistency. Logical consistency means that a theory has no contradictions in its language statements; by thoroughly analyzing its textual symbols, no contradictions are found, hence achieving self-completion. If you cannot achieve logical autonomy, where inconsistencies are rampant, no matter how brilliant your ideas are, or how precise your verification steps are, it's pointless."

Simply put, it means you cannot provide a logical, convincing explanation.

5 0 7 So, are you admitting it?

Gulp!

Zhang Mengyao swallowed again, feeling dizzy.

The famous Zhou Family Conjecture being proven by a freshman from a second-tier finance university?

And this person was her boyfriend?

Scrutinizing Lin Xian a few times, Zhang Mengyao sneered, "I still feel like you're teasing me!"

Doesn't she know her boyfriend's character?

To put it nicely, he's easygoing, but bluntly, he's lazy.

From the beginning of the semester till now, who knows how many classes he's skipped?

Drawing, playing guitar, flirting, traveling... with this in mind, how much time does he actually spend studying a day?

Although she knew geniuses are extraordinary, in the field of mathematics, geniuses need to work hard too. Does Lin Xian work hard?

That's why deep down, she never really believed it.

Hearing this, Lin Xian didn't bother to explain, instead, he laughed, "Well, Miss Zhang, guess I couldn't fool you!"

Listening to him, Zhang Mengyao cockily huffed, arrogantly saying, "Do you think I don't know your personality? Lin Xian instantly found it amusing, teasingly saying, "Zhang Mengnao, we've been together for not even two months, right? You make it sound like an old married couple."

"Who's an old married couple with you?"

Zhang Mengnao gave him a glare, unsatisfied, "Be serious, stop with the silly grin. I'm asking you, what about that Nie Qing?"

"Nie Qing?"

Lin Xian raised an eyebrow, "Didn't I already tell you over the phone before?" Zhang Mengyao, arms crossed in front of her, sneered coldly, "Back then you said you only had Zhuang Tong as a fling, and what happened?"

Did I?

Lin Xian was stunned, couldn't help but recall.

Seems like, probably, supposedly, perhaps I did say...

"Don't sweat the details, I swear, Nie Qing is absolutely the last one!" Lin Xian assured her.

Frankly speaking, two flings are just right.

If there were any more, he'd find it exhausting himself.

Besides, truth be told, finding someone like Zhuang Tong and Nie Yuehuang is not easy, other women can't be as considerate as them?

Can they be as worry-free?

Really? Really!

Lin Xian nodded earnestly.

Actually, Zhang Mengyao also felt uncertain at heart because technically speaking, Yan Xiaoman was his legitimate girlfriend while she was one of the mistresses.

Theoretically, she didn't have the right to criticize Lin Xian for having flings, but if she didn't voice it, she'd feel unbearable inside.

Fortunately, Lin Xian gave her enough respect, which dissipated the little emotions she had bottled up. While speaking, the Rolls-Royce Phantom had already driven into the villa district.

Pulling out the keys, pressing the automatic gate switch, and Lin Xian drove the car straight into the villa's garage.

Getting out of the car, Lin Xian smiled, "Satisfied?"