Super God-Level Top Student

There's a joke about mathematical talent on the Huaxia internet: if you can spend an afternoon curled up with a copy of "Abstract Algebra" or "Discrete Mathematics" and not fall asleep, then you have a gift. If you become more excited the more you read, then you are truly exceptionally gifted.

If this saying holds true, Antoine Lefevre is undoubtedly a mathematician of extraordinary talent.

No matter who judges, the paper in his hands is arguably abstract to the tune of ten thousand times more than "Abstract Algebra" and "Discrete Mathematics". Not only abstract, but also obscure. Fortunately, when polishing the paper, more than a dozen professors piled all the research findings of this period into this paper, just so that everyone could understand the thought process behind Qiao Ze's proofs.

This also gave Antoine Lefevre, who had been studying superspiral algebra lately, an almost enlightening experience while reading the paper.

Indeed, only the Xi Lin Mathematical Research Institute, with that person in charge, could reach such an understanding of superspiral algebra, right?

Initially, Antoine Lefevre read the paper with enthusiasm for the proof of the Goldbach Conjecture, but once he was immersed in it, he was captivated by the paper. He didn't even notice the last light fading outside the window until his office door was knocked.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

The interrupted Antoine Lefevre looked up, somewhat bewilderedly at the direction of the sound, and frowned. But the ensuing hunger made him subconsciously glance outside the window.

Had night fallen? How long had he been reading?

Antoine Lefevre glanced at the turned pages of the paper and realized he had read about ten or so pages, sighing.

Why must one eat every day?

The office door was knocked on again at that moment.

"Come in," Antoine Lefevre responded, and the door opened to reveal the nearly eighty-year-old but still bright-eyed Pierre Deligne walking in.

"Oh, Professor Deligne? What brings you here?" Antoine Lefevre quickly stood, welcoming the elderly gentleman to the office's couch.

There was no way to stay angry in front of this senior, even for Antoine Lefevre.

Not only because this giant had once been his mentor, but because Pierre Deligne had nearly received all the mathematical honors this planet has to offer. The Fields Medal, Crafoord Prize, Wolff Prize, Abel Prize, Poincaré Prize...

He started working at the Institute for Advanced Study in Princeton in the '80s, supervising doctoral students.

To put it simply, this giant was like a god in the mathematical world in his younger years.

"I heard that the genius boy from The East has solved the Goldbach Conjecture?" Pierre Deligne asked immediately upon taking a seat on the couch.

"Yes, I'm currently looking at his paper, it's very creative. How do I put this? I truly didn't expect him to apply superspiral algebra to the field of analytic number theory; it's indeed a novel approach.

I believe that before him, no one contemplated employing a simple function that could not only map its numerical value but also reflect and distinguish different mathematical properties. Such unfettered imagination!

Although I haven't finished the paper. Just with this tool he's presented, the paper is already of significant importance. A brand-new perspective for researching prime numbers. My God, I really suspect that Qiao Ze might not be human."

Hearing his former mentor mention the paper, Antoine Lefevre immediately got excited, sparing no lavish words of praise.

It seemed that only such effusive praise could express the excitement in his heart.

"Oh?" Pierre Deligne nodded, his expression somewhat wistful, "Pity, if possible, I would very much like to attend his lecture, but my body will no longer permit it. He has never done lectures abroad, has he?"

Upon hearing this, Antoine Lefevre paused, then regretfully nodded and said, "Yes, Professor Deligne, we have invited him before but he declined. I also regret not attending his last lecture. At that time, I really didn't expect that his pioneering algebraic theory would have such a significant impact on analytic number theory."

"So you believe he is right? Indeed solved the Goldbach Conjecture?" Pierre Deligne inquired once more.

"Actually, I haven't finished the paper, but from the parts I've seen so far, I cannot find any mistakes. So, I believe he has indeed thoroughly resolved this issue, just as I said earlier, it's not just a matter of the Goldbach Conjecture, but the tool he developed that makes the entire algebraic structure clearer.

Let me put it this way, from here on, analytic number theory has entered a new domain. In the future, without mastering this toolkit, it will be very difficult to delve further. At the same time, many former problems will have new methods of solution." Antoine Lefevre gave his unwavering high appraisal.

Pierre Deligne leaned back on the couch, closing his eyes.

After pondering for a while, he opened his eyes and said, "A novel method that excites you to such an extent... I heard he's only twenty years old this year?"

Upon hearing this, Antoine Lefevre suddenly became silent.

Looking at Pierre Deligne's white hair, thinking of how the mentor was already seventy-eight years old, and he himself was a forty-seven-year-old middle-aged man, whereas the author of the paper solving the Goldbach Conjecture was only twenty this year...

He was somewhat unclear about why the mentor had specifically come to see him?

To sting his heart, perhaps?