Chapter 1841 - 1842: A Glorious Moment

He really went and proved it, this kid! Dai Pingbo stared (wide‑eyed) at the computer screen, muttering to himself.

Right at this moment, Dai Pingbo's heart was incomparably shocked, like a stormy sea had been stirred up. He froze for several minutes, and when he finally came back to his senses, a surge of wild joy rushed up from the bottom of his heart!

In this life of his, this is probably as good as it gets.

Math, in the end, is a young person's game.

At his age, he'd long since accepted his fate; as for producing any major result himself, he basically had no expectations.

He could only pin his hopes on his students. That's why he was so tolerant toward a good seedling like Lin Xian.

And right now, his own student had very likely proved the Zhou Family Conjecture—how could he not be ecstatic.

He, Dai Pingbo, had been mediocre for decades; this could very well be the most brilliant moment of his life!

Even though mathematics is pure, and shouldn't be mixed with honor and other emotions.

But mathematicians are still living, breathing people.

The key thing is, the Zhou Family Conjecture being proved by a first‑year student from a second‑tier university, not even a math major—just think of the look on those guys over in the Jin University Mathematics Department when they hear this, and Pingbo gets so excited his whole body starts to shake.

Let them pretend to be hotshots all day long—today it's my turn to put on a big act!

Thinking this, Pingbo's hand trembled as he fished his phone out of his pocket, and with slightly shaking fingers, he dialed Lin Xian's number.

Ling Youyu's little face was flushed red, her head slightly lowered, incredibly shy. Under the desk, her small hand was being held by Lin Xian's; the two hands played hide‑and‑seek, having a great time. Ever since that trip to Fantawild, their relationship had taken another step forward.

Mm, that way of putting it might not be quite right, because from beginning to end, Ling Youyu's favorability toward him had always stayed at 99 out of 100!

It'd be more accurate to say they'd grown a bit more intimate.

As for this kind of intimacy, the little girl felt both sweet and shy.

That's first love for you—sour and sweet, making people never want to stop. Lin Xian gently pinched the pad of her finger, the corners of his mouth hooked in a mischievous smile. Man, this little girl's hand is soft like it has no bones, white and smooth; you could play with it all day and your hand wouldn't get tired. Just then, Lin Xian felt a vibration coming from his phone in pocket 807. He took it out; the incoming call display showed it was from Dai Pingbo.

Oh? Old Dai finished reading the paper this fast?

Impressive.

He'd thought Old Dai would need at least two or three hours to finish his paper. As soon as he picked up, Dai Pingbo's excited voice came through the phone: "Kid, where are you right now?"

"In class!" Lin Xian lowered his voice.

"Class my ass, get over here, now."

With that, Pingbo hung up.

Lin Xian immediately grinned.

A professor telling a student: "Class my ass."

That's way too slick.

Putting away his phone, Lin Xian slowly raised his hand. Teacher Yan on the podium noticed and asked curiously, "Lin Xian, is there something you need?"

Lin Xian stood up and explained, "Professor Dai just called me, asked me to go to his office."

The teacher was stunned for a moment, then nodded. "Alright, go quickly then." Hearing this, the students in the classroom all looked at Lin Xian with envious eyes. Skipping class with official permission—this is way too sweet.

Same students, but how can the gap be this huge!

They could only obediently continue with class. Lin Xian gave Ling Youyu's little face a playful pinch, then quickly walked out of the classroom. In the office, after hanging up, Dai Pingbo couldn't sit still. His mood was complicated—both excited and a bit anxious.

Anxious that this might all be a fluke.

After all, almost every day there are people around the world claiming they've proved this or that conjecture, yet after decades or even a hundred years, the vast majority of conjectures still lie there quietly, never upgraded from "conjecture" to "theorem."

Lin Xian's paper, while logically self‑consistent, still had quite a few formulas he hadn't fully read through, let alone checked.

Thinking for a moment, he dialed the number of the Mathematics Department head, Zhang Jundong.

Zhang Jundong also worked in applied math, but his early research direction was number theory. Once the call connected, Dai Pingbo didn't waste words and went straight to the point: "Old Zhang, I've got something urgent here, come over right now."

"What's up?" Zhang Jundong asked suspiciously. "I'm preparing content for next week's meeting; wait a bit—"

"Wait my ass! This is ten‑thousand‑degrees urgent, get over here."

With that, Dai Pingbo didn't give Zhang Jundong a chance to say more and directly hung up. Not long after, Zhang Lengdong, who worked in the same office building, walked into the office.

"Old Dai, why are you making such a fuss today, what's the big deal?" Zhang Jundong asked, puzzled. Seeing him, Dai Pingbo hurriedly waved him over. "Quick, quick, quick, help me take a look at this paper!"

At that, Zhang Jundong got a bit annoyed and frowned. "Old Dai, you drag me over here all worked up just to read a paper—"

"Cut the crap, read first, talk later!"

Dai Ping Lang pulled him over to the desk and pushed him down into the chair. Good thing their relationship was solid—over ten years of friendship—otherwise if it were someone else, Zhang Jundong would've already lost his temper. "Alright, I'll take a look for you."

Since he was already there, Zhang Jundong couldn't really refuse. He had no choice but to turn his gaze to the computer screen.

[On a Proof of the Zhou Family Conjecture (Mersenne Prime Distribution Conjecture)] Glancing over the title, Zhang Jundong immediately broke into a grin and teased, "Old Dai, look at you, an old warhorse still hungry to run a thousand miles—this Spirit is something I ought to learn from."

"Just finish reading first," Pingbo said, ignoring his teasing and sounding impatient.

Seeing his serious expression, Zhang Jundong kept chuckling as he read on. But as he went, his smile gradually faded, and his expression grew focused.

"Professor, you finished reading the paper?"

Lin Xian walked in smiling, and when he saw there was someone else in the office, he couldn't help pausing for a moment.

Pingbo turned around and said, "Lin Xian, sit here for a bit first." Lin Xian didn't mind; he found a chair, sat down, and leisurely started playing on his phone. Zhang Jundong hadn't noticed Lin Xian's arrival at all; all of his attention was completely immersed in the paper. Time passed without them noticing, and Zhang Lengdong finally finished reading.

He sucked in a sharp breath, eyes full of shock. "Holy shit. Old Dai, he actually straight up proved it for you."

Pingbo's expression was tense. "Well? Any problems with the paper?"

"No problems for now. The logic is self‑consistent. There are still a few formulas I don't fully understand yet, but that doesn't really affect the overall result." Zhang Jundong shook his head, looking dazed.

He knew very well what kind of person, what kind of level, Dai Pingbo had.

He hadn't expected that this old friend of his, at the age of knowing destiny, would silently go and prove the Zhou Family Conjecture. On top of the shock, he couldn't help feeling a faint sense of envy.

Once this paper is published, the Zhou Family Conjecture will become the Zhou‑Dai Theorem, and Old Dai will soar to the sky.

Hearing this, Dai Pingbo couldn't help letting out a long breath, his expression like a heavy burden had finally been lifted.

"Old Dai, I'll admit it this time—you really stayed silent and then stunned everyone with one move!" Zhang Jundong sighed, his expression complicated.

At that, Pingbo smiled mysteriously. "You know my level better than anyone. This paper wasn't written by me, it was written by my student."

"Your student?" Zhang Jundong said, startled.

Pingbo, full of pride, beckoned toward Lin Xian and smiled. "Lin Xian, come over here!"

Lin Xian stood up and walked over with a smile.

Giving him a once‑over, Zhang Jun clicked his tongue in wonder. "Kid, you a new grad student?"

Before Lin Xian could answer, Dai Pingbo burst out laughing. "You're no different from Old Wang, you both keep mistaking him for a grad student." Zhang Jun was a bit confused, his face full of bewilderment.