Chapter 476: Chapter 153: Is He Blowing Bullshit?_4

Life is filled with such fascinating encounters…

When he was full of ambition, fate gave him a blow to the head, making him feel that he’d probably just muddle through life.

But when he decided to accept his fate, someone was eager to fan the flames and help him take off…

“Come on, isn’t it just a matter of publishing a few articles? Stay calm, by the way, does the school know you submitted to Ann.Math?” Qiao Yu asked enthusiastically.

He was quite curious about what Jinzhou University’s reaction would be when they found out his senior brother’s paper was published in Ann.Math.

It’s a pity that since he grew up, he hasn’t really experienced what it’s like to be looked down upon.

Perhaps there were such instances, but no one showed it. Even when he was in Class Thirteen… back then, he was surrounded by brothers who actually expected a lot from him.

And after arriving at Yanbei, he experienced it even less, probably because of Director Tian and Elder Yuan, as they were all genuinely good people around him.

He longed to find someone who looked down on him, just so he could show off and stun them, but he couldn’t find any.

There were plenty on Weibo, but they were far removed from Qiao Yu’s life.

It’s not like he could flaunt his Ann.Math cover article to those who challenged him to win a Nobel Prize in Mathematics… After all, that would make him look silly.

In this sense, Qiao Yu even felt that Senior Brother Chen was truly fortunate since his life experiences were far more colorful than his own.

However, Chen Zhuoyang shook his head and said, “Not yet. Actually, I haven’t told anyone. But once it gets published, everyone will know. I think there’s no need to make a big deal out of it.”

Hmm, modest enough, Qiao Yu liked that.

Qiao Yu asked again, “So they’ll only know tomorrow then? Oh, by the way, did Dean Zhang, who gives you a hard time, come? I’d like to see his reaction at the time.”

“I don’t know; I applied to reschedule two classes and came here at my own expense,” Senior Brother Chen shook his head again.

Qiao Yu felt a bit regretful.

Every year the attendees of the mathematics conference fall into several categories: invited guests, plenary speakers, and Hua Luogeng Award and Chen Shengshen Prize winners who don’t have to pay any fees, and the organizers even provide free accommodation.

For instance, Qiao Yu was a plenary speaker, so he didn’t have to pay a cent, just some travel expenses to get here.

Zhong Jiaqing Award winners and student members have to pay the lowest registration fee and cover their own accommodation.

In addition to that, session speakers, registered Mathematics Society members, and other attendees have to pay different registration fees themselves and book their own hotels.

So, in a sense, many of the attendees are not coming solely for academic exchange purposes.

They may also spend a little money to expand their network.

After all, at such top-tier conferences within Huaxia, you can meet many bigwigs who are usually hard to come by.

If you get a chance to take a photo with any of them, it’s worth the trip.

That’s actually one of the hidden perks of getting into a prestigious university. Many professors that outsiders rarely see often appear in their classes.

“Alright, if you run into people from Jinda, remember to introduce me. Later, I’ll ask why they look down on me!”

“Well… I haven’t really heard anyone say they look down on you…”

“Don’t defend them. Let me tell you, you’re my senior brother, and if they look down on you, it’s as if they’re looking down on me, got it? Otherwise, what is being from the same school for?”

With that one line, Qiao Yu once again moved Chen Zhuoyang, leaving him speechless.

To put it exaggeratedly, if someone were to shoot at Qiao Yu now, he’d probably rush in to shield him without hesitation.

This must be the impulse of a warrior willing to die for a confidant.

In the end, a thousand words turned into a somewhat awkward sentence: “Thank you, Qiao Yu.”

“Haha, alright, go get some rest. The opening ceremony is tomorrow. Oh, Director Tian is staying next to me, but he might still be in a meeting now. You can drop by after eleven tonight.”

“Alright, I’ll go rest first.”

After catching up, Chen Zhuoyang considered that the day after tomorrow, Qiao Yu still had to present at the conference, so he didn’t want to take up too much of Qiao Yu’s time.

Just as the two were about to stand up, they heard someone calling from behind, “Qiao Yu.”

Qiao Yu turned around and saw two people walking toward him.

He recognized the one in front, the round-faced professor sitting next to him at the last project review meeting, and Qiao Yu remembered this professor named Yang Yuancheng.

Following behind the professor was a young student.

“Hello, Professor Yang,” Qiao Yu greeted.

They had a note-passing camaraderie at the meeting after all.

After he withdrew his project proposal that day, he left directly and didn’t know whether Professor Yang’s project passed or not.

However, according to Director Tian, if it made it to the conference discussions, the chances of passing were pretty high.

“Let me introduce, this is my student, named Bao Xiuji. You are both young, so you should communicate more in the future,” Yang Yuancheng said warmly.

“Hello, Qiao Yu.” Compared to his advisor’s enthusiasm, the young man behind him seemed much more reserved, even appearing a bit awkward when greeting.

This is understandable.

Mainly because Qiao Yu was too young, it was easy to overlook his accomplishments seeing his youthful face.

“Hello,” Qiao Yu greeted casually.

He remembered that this Professor Yang was engaged in artificial intelligence research. For now, he hadn’t planned to delve into that field.

“And who is this?” Professor Yang looked at Chen Zhuoyang next to Qiao Yu.

“This is my senior brother, Chen Zhuoyang, a professor at Jinzhou University,” Qiao Yu introduced.

“Professor Chen, pleasure to meet you!” Yang Yuancheng warmly extended his hand.

Chen Zhuoyang felt a little awkward, wanting to clarify that he was just a lecturer with a 3+3 contract, still far from a professorship.

But considering that he wasn’t familiar with this Professor Yang, he let it pass vaguely.

“Hello, Professor Yang.”

After the pleasantries, Yang Yuancheng looked at Qiao Yu and asked, “Qiao Yu, I just saw the schedule. Your invited talk is the day after tomorrow. But currently, your topic and abstract aren’t posted on the conference’s website.

It feels quite strange. Normally, it should have been published by today. I see the other three professors have their talk topics and abstracts published. Is it because what you’re presenting is pretty special?”

Indeed, it’s quite special…

Qiao Yu knew why his talk’s subject and content weren’t published today.

Because his paper abstract involved the axiomatic system of generalized modal number theory, but the Ann.Math papers won’t be online until tomorrow at the earliest.

So they have to wait until Ann.Math releases the paper tomorrow before posting his theme and abstract on the website, emphasizing mathematicians’ rigor.

Of course, discussing it privately isn’t an issue.

So Qiao Yu bluntly answered, “Well, it’s not that special. I just derived the upper bound between prime numbers to 6.”

“Oh… huh? Wait, did you just say you derived the bounded distance between prime numbers to 6?”

Yang Yuancheng’s initially smiling face suddenly froze, needing confirmation.

Even the student behind him, who was just modest, was astonished.

“Yes, Professor Yang,” Qiao Yu replied casually.

To be honest, Qiao Yu didn’t feel particularly proud. After all, what Professor Zhang did by proving its existence was the hardest part back then. Not to mention he hadn’t managed to push it down to 2 either.

After a long silence, the round-faced professor asked, “Well… if I remember correctly, Professor Tao Xuanzhi’s led Polymath project once narrowed the gap to 246, and then the work stopped, right?”

Qiao Yu nodded, smiling as he replied, “Yes, but both Professor Zhang Yuantang and Professor Tao Xuanzhi have reviewed my paper according to my advisor.

They both said the paper was fine and asked me to report at the conference. Well, Professor Yang, my senior brother just arrived and is quite tired, I need to take him to his room, so I’ll leave first.”

“Oh, oh, sure, rest is important after arriving.”

The two then watched Qiao Yu and Chen Zhuoyang head to the elevator. After a while, the student beside asked, “Boss, do you think Qiao Yu is just blowing bullshit?”

Yang Yuancheng pondered for a long time before glancing at his student and asked, “Blow this bullshit in front of us? For what reason? He’s presenting his talk the day after tomorrow!”

Bao Xiuji shrank back, not daring to speak up.

After all, his advisor’s rebuttal was indeed correct… why boast about such things in front of us?

Could it be real?

Then isn’t this conference a major breakthrough? Producing a world-class achievement?