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what to do?what to do?Wei Zihao's eyes were red.

As the most outstanding student master in No. [-] Middle School, he never thought that he would lose, but the fact is that he lost completely.

Do you really want to sing about conquest?Thinking of this, he was about to go crazy!

"Don't panic, we haven't lost yet!" Huang Zitao gritted his teeth and said, "There are three more trials, we still have a chance."

In order to defeat Qin Luo, only he knows how much effort he has made.So until the last moment, Huang Zitao will never give up easily!

Is there really a chance?A look of sadness flashed in Wei Zihao's eyes.

Fourth lounge.

"Qin Luo, why didn't you come to the make-up class that was agreed upon!" As soon as she stepped into the classroom, Lin Shanshan rushed over angrily.

She clearly said to wait for him after school, but she waited left and right, but she didn't wait for Qin Luo.

"I don't know your home address." Qin Luo said helplessly.

"I don't know the address, don't you know how to call?"

"You didn't tell me the phone number."

"..." Lin Shanshan gritted her teeth, she was going crazy!

"I didn't tell you, don't you know how to ask?"

"What's your phone number?"

Collapse, complete breakdown, as a well-known school bully and school belle in No. [-] Middle School, she has never collapsed like this before.

I shouldn't be angry, don't be angry, people with high IQ have low EQ.Thinking of this, Lin Shanshan finally felt better.

"1838...remember my phone number!" Lin Shanshan said viciously, then turned her head and left.

"??? Can you say it again?"

Lin Shanshan staggered and almost fell to the ground. She turned her head and glared at Qin Luo: "1838..."

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Yanjing, Sun Yat-sen University.

An old man with white hair and ruddy face is sitting in front of the window, with a pot of green tea, a mathematics journal, and a picture scroll of sex.

Zhou Haizhong, the proponent of Zhou's conjecture, a well-known mathematician in China, and a master who enjoys a special national allowance, even in the global mathematics community, cannot conceal his brilliance.

What he is most proud of is proposing Zhou's conjecture, which has plagued the academic world for more than ten years, but his biggest regret is also the same.

A guess is a guess after all.

Zhou Haizhong regrets every day that it is not proven.

"Dong dong dong."

"Old Zhou..."

Suddenly, someone knocked softly on the door, it was his student Xu Enmin's voice.

"Enter."

Soon, a well-mannered man wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked in.

He is not young, about forty years old, with piercing eyes.

"Your hometown, Beishan City sent an answer sheet, which is about proving Zhou's conjecture." Xu Enmin whispered.

"Oh, let it go, I'll watch it if I have time." Zhou Haizhong said, waving his hands.

Since Zhou's conjecture was put forward, almost every few days, there will be an answer sheet on the demonstration of Zhou's conjecture theory on his desk.

One person counts the short and the other counts the long. Zhou Haizhong doesn't think he is number one in the world. He looks forward to someone who can prove this "answer"

Ten years have been like a day, from the very beginning when he opened the answer sheet with great interest and anticipation, until now he is too lazy to open it.

Because every time, it is a disappointment.

There are too many people daydreaming and wanting to become famous in one fell swoop.

"Teacher, you should read this answer sheet. I assure you that it is definitely not as bad as you imagined." Xu Enlai said sincerely.

"Isn't it your lifelong wish to prove Zhou's conjecture? Maybe this answer sheet will give you a satisfactory answer."