Top Student at Their Peak-Chapter 193 - 102: Eyes Like Torches_4

Qiao Yu: "How could she insult anyone? She just repeats the same few phrases. Never mind, I’m going to sleep. I have a lecture to attend tomorrow."

Qiao Xi: "Oh, good night, son." freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Qiao Yu: "Good night, mom!"

Putting down the phone, Qiao Yu stood up, picked up his toothbrush cup and towel, planning to wash up and then go to bed.

But as he reached the door and grabbed the handle, he suddenly changed his mind.

Hell, he’s already so outstanding that he’s constantly on the minds of the opposite sex, and they even want to help him insult people, so why bother paying so much attention to personal hygiene?

Forget it, just go to sleep directly. It’s cold outside in Beijing during winter nights...

So he contentedly put the toiletries back and jumped straight onto the bed to sleep!

...

The lecture the next day was scheduled from 9 to 11 in the morning, two hours.

Qiao Yu reacquired his good habits, getting up from bed at 6:30 in the morning.

It’s okay to be casual at night, but in the morning, one should take care of themselves. After all, it was his first time attending a lecture. When Qiao Yu went to wash up, he deliberately took out the facial cleanser that was still stuffed in the suitcase.

The thing is, one bottle can last Qiao Yu more than a year, not that he’s very thrifty, but because unless it’s an important day, he doesn’t use it at all.

As it turned out, washing his face with cold water was indeed painful at first, but the shiver from the cold was refreshing and left him feeling clear-headed.

Especially with the tight feeling from the facial cleanser, it was dry and comfortable.

After washing up, Qiao Yu did a set of radio gymnastics outside, then went back inside and sat at the desk, going over what he thought about yesterday in his mind, and then took a few sheets of draft paper, translating everything he wrote yesterday into English.

No other way, with a New York University professor coming to the research center to give a lecture, Qiao Yu thought it’s best to assume that the other party doesn’t understand Chinese. After all, Chinese is indeed not easy to learn. Especially for foreigners.

Bringing a stack of Chinese-written draft paper to consult the other party might seem somewhat difficult.

At 8:30, Old Xue arrived punctually at Qiao Yu’s temporary dormitory.

"So early, Mr. Xue."

"The lecture starts at nine, it’s 8:30 now, early?"

"Isn’t the lecture right in the research center? Isn’t it just a few steps away?"

Old Xue was speechless, looking at Qiao Yu and asked: "So you plan to walk in with the professor giving the lecture, right? Professors usually arrive early and wait in the rest area before the lecture starts. Couldn’t you wait in the conference room for a while?"

Alright, considering Qiao Yu is only fifteen, it’s understandable that he doesn’t think things through so thoroughly, Xue Song reminded himself.

Actually, it’s not surprising that he is always strict with Qiao Yu, it’s just that Qiao Yu’s performance often makes him subconsciously ignore the kid’s age.

"Oh, right, then wait a moment, I’ll prepare what I need for today."

Having said that, Qiao Yu quickly tidied up the conjectures he just organized in English, making sure they were in sequence. If they were out of order, he feared others might not understand his thought process at the time. Honestly, even just a night later, he felt that when he was translating just now, his brain might have been a bit overexcited last night.

The things he came up with had a certain inexplicable chaotic beauty.

"This is what?" Xue Song immediately noticed the densely filled draft papers Qiao Yu was holding.

"These are my thoughts after reading Professor Robert’s paper yesterday, planning to discuss them with the professor later, maybe we can push this issue forward a big step!" Qiao Yu said confidently.

"Let me have a look first." Xue Song gave Qiao Yu a skeptical look. To be honest, he still couldn’t quite believe that Qiao Yu would have any new insights into this research direction after just an afternoon of reading the paper, but Qiao Yu had proven himself many times, he couldn’t just dismiss it outright.

"Okay, read it from the start, otherwise it’ll be confusing."

Taking Qiao Yu’s draft, especially the first proposition about the constant C, Xue Song couldn’t help but look up at Qiao Yu in amazement, no way? This is too incredible?!

He immediately looked back down and kept reading, and seeing the big question mark that followed, he calmed down.

Oh, just proposing an idea... it gave him quite a scare.

Then with no change in his expression, Xue Song quickly skimmed through Qiao Yu’s ideas, looking baffled.

What did he just read? To be honest, he could more or less follow Qiao Yu’s thought processes since he’s researching Diophantine equations, but this approach...

Quietly reorganizing the drafts, he handed them back to Qiao Yu, and with as smooth a tone as possible, said: "Let’s go."

"Okay!" Qiao Yu grabbed his things and followed Xue Song out the door. On the way to the lecture hall, Qiao Yu couldn’t help but cautiously ask, "Mr. Xue, are my ideas incorrect? Why did I feel something odd after you read them?"

Xue Song took a deep breath and, after pondering for a while, replied: "It’s not for me to say right or wrong, because I don’t know if you’re just making the problem more complicated. After all, I haven’t thoroughly studied Professor Peter Schultz’s achievements."

"Hmm? What do you mean by complicating?" Qiao Yu humbly asked for guidance.

Xue Song thought for a moment and answered: "You should know from reading Professor Robert’s paper yesterday that our similar research mainly bases on classical number theory and algebraic number theory methods and tools. For example, the classical tools used are primarily class field theory, circle domains, unit group theory, and so on.