sinovels Chapter 119 God-like Praise
Chapter 119 God-like Praise
"Quick, take a picture! Leading the way is Ilya Kronin! A living legend in the world of mathematics!"
"Professor Walter Scott from MIT even came to show his support!"
"Professor Shimura! Professor Shimura! Look this way! Look at the camera!"
This is a scene worthy of being recorded in history.
The world-renowned mathematical giants, who are usually so difficult to invite even to the heads of state, have gathered together like pilgrims!
They didn't even need to speak; they simply stood in a line, expressionless, on the not-so-large platform...
The immense academic aura emanating from countless mental refinements, and the terrifying sense of oppression from the pinnacle of human intelligence, were enough to instantly intimidate the entire audience!
The group of photographers squeezed in the front row were sweating profusely as they frantically twisted their expensive cameras.
They kept their focus fixed on the faces of these masters, afraid of missing even the slightest expression.
"Snap! Snap, snap!"
The next second, a barrage of flashes erupted from the audience below the stage.
The print journalists, sitting on the floor with laptops propped on their laps, stared intently at the stage...
The ten fingers seemed to transform into afterimages, recording this scene destined to be recorded in history on the keyboard.
"Ready?"
Cronin turned his head and whispered something.
The person in charge of the event standing next to him looked solemn and nodded seriously, meeting his gaze directly.
Cronin strode confidently toward the podium, the center of attention.
He extended his finger and gently adjusted the microphone.
Then, in his deep, penetrating voice, he began that speech that was destined to be recorded in history:
"ladies and gentlemen.
In the past month alone, I, and the group of top researchers standing behind me...
Completely abandoning sectarian biases, a completely new proof method for the Four Color Theorem, which was suddenly revealed by that young man from the Xia Kingdom…
The most rigorous and thorough verification was conducted!
As soon as he finished speaking, he paused deliberately for a moment, quietly gazing at the densely packed seats below the stage.
An intense sense of tension gripped everyone's hearts instantly.
The hundreds of seasoned reporters present, accustomed to big events, involuntarily held their breath!
In the vast square, apart from the sound of the wind, there was only the crisp sound of frantically typing on a keyboard, pricking everyone's nerves.
"To save everyone's time, I'll start with the conclusion you're most interested in."
Over these thirty days, we thoroughly analyzed all the logical derivation steps of the proof.
Furthermore, it utilized the most advanced supercomputing systems in North America and China, continuously executing millions of automated computer verifications covering all high-risk anomalies.
"And the results show that, up to the second I'm standing here..."
We have not yet found even a single logical flaw in it that could refute the proof.
Therefore, after an all-night discussion and final vote by all members of the verification committee, we unanimously agree that:
This proof is rigorous and persuasive.
On behalf of the verification team, I rate it as—
Cronin paused, his gaze sharp, his words succinct:
"One of the greatest leaps in the entire history of mathematics built by humankind!"
boom!
Upon hearing this, the eyes of those reporters who knew a little about the industry almost popped out of their sockets!
You should know that those old pedants in the field of pure mathematics are steeped in the poison of skepticism.
What they hate most in their lives is making any conclusions about a new thing too easily!
They are too protective of their reputation.
When facing the media, these seasoned veterans often resort to phrases like "the theory still needs further verification over time" or "its core framework is currently still in the hypothesis stage"...
This kind of watertight, flawless Tai Chi rhetoric is used as a perfect disclaimer.
Because these people respect the rules more than anyone else in the world.
They knew all too well, on this cold path of truth;
Even the slightest, most minute logical flaw, invisible even under a microscope...
Once it spreads, it could cause the theoretical edifice built by countless geniuses over decades to collapse in an instant!
But today!
In this sense, this verification team brings together the world's most brilliant minds.
They actually dared to use such a descriptive term as "one of the greatest leaps forwards" in front of the global media!
This is no longer just a normal compliment!
This is essentially the highest level of praise, even god-like, that the international academic community can bestow upon us today, no matter how hard they try!
In an instant!
After a brief silence!
The entire press conference was like a bomb with a yield of several tons detonating silently in the middle of the crowd, causing complete uproar and explosion!
Professional ethics and meeting discipline were brutally trampled underfoot at this moment!
All the reporters sprang up from their chairs as if besieged by zombies!
They eagerly raised their microphones high above their heads, straining their throats to shout their questions at the top of their lungs:
"Professor Cronin! Can your words just now be interpreted as:
"With your leadership, the international academic community has effectively prematurely acknowledged this proof made by the young man from Xia, without even waiting for the final results to be officially published?"
"Where is the student who created the miracle?"
Why didn't he attend the press conference today, given how important the occasion was?
"Mr. Cronin, do you really believe that this mathematical proof, which is enough to overturn history, was completed by that mere thirteen-year-old boy from the Xia Kingdom all by himself?"
Is it possible that behind him, beside him, there are other adult scholars from the Xia Kingdom secretly assisting him, or even ghostwriting his work?!
This final question was extremely aggressive, even tinged with a malicious conspiracy theory...
It transformed directly into an invisible iron chain, forcefully halting Cronin's steps as he turned to leave.
Cronin whirled around, a chilling glint flashing in his grey eyes!
His words were spoken slowly and deliberately, like a heavy hammer striking the ground:
"The gentleman who just asked the question, which media outlet are you from?"