Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Princeton.

The office of the Institute of Advanced Studies.

Wei Wen, sitting at the desk, stared at the draft paper on the table.

Probably in 19 year, after leaving from Princeton, Lu Zhou introduced him to Edward Witten Professor for research in the direction of mathematics physics.

Wei Wen was very excited when he first read the blog under the Wei Teng Professor.

But if you are doing the direction of mathematics physics, or even knowing about this direction, you can’t hear the name of Witten.

However, reading a blog under the big cow is not an easy task. This excitement did not last long, and he gradually began to feel the difficulty.

Because of the frequent trips to CERN’s side, Witten’s stay in Princeton for a year is not even one third. So most of the time, he can only face academic difficulties alone.

It was also after the Wei Teng Professor’s door that he finally understood the Senior Brother Luo of the Lu Professor, why he had not graduated for so many years. And he has finally realized that he is always tired of guiding them to complete their studies, and how much they care for them.

Even if he has been graduating for more than a year, he will still find a way to help himself when he encounters an unsolvable problem.

For example, entrust him to the recognized Scholar…

With two cups of coffee, he walked beside him, and Fefferman Professor placed a cup of coffee next to him, asking the temperature and the opening.

“Is there a way of thinking?”

“Not yet.”

“Do you need help?”

Wei Wen shook his head and stared at the line of calculations on the paper, continuing to work harder.

“No, thank you, you have given me enough help… Give me another ten minutes, I feel like I will find the answer, it will be a little worse.”

“I don’t think it’s enough for ten minutes, or two hours,” said Fefferman Professor, looking at the watch on his wrist and continuing. “I have a class of differential equations for a while, until six o’clock, you are all I can find me at the Office of the Director of the Department of Mathematics at Princeton University.”

Wei Wen said: “I am sorry that I have taken up so much time.”

“It’s okay, I haven’t been very busy recently.” After taking a sip of coffee, Fefferman Professor laughed easily and said, “Not to mention that the Ground Professor has also helped me a lot. He is not here now, if you have any problems, Ask me the same.”

Wei Wen smiled in the heart, but did not speak.

Although he probably can feel that the Fefferman Professor really does not care too much, but for this person, his heart is even more embarrassing.

Maybe this is the cultural difference.

Just then, a knock at the door came, and soon a man with glasses and looking at the young man came in.

It seems that he recognized him, especially when he saw the stack of A4 paper in his hand, and Fefferman’s face suddenly showed some nerve-racking expression.

As if it was proof of his speculation, the man shook his thesis in his hand and said. “Ferfman Professor, Sanak Professor of the editorial of the annuals of mathematics asked me to bring this thesis to you. He asked me to euphemistically convey to you, I hope that you will be the reviewer of thissis. ”

“Then you remember to tell him for me. This expression is not euphemistic at all. I hope that next time he can send the review invitation and thesis to my mailbox, instead of sending it in the same way,” looked at the person. The overwhelmed assistant, “Frankman Professor shrugged said, “…and, in two days I have a vacation, trouble him to find someone else.”

“Sanak mister expects you to say this,” the assistant continued. “He told me to tell you that you are the most suitable candidate. Only the thesis can be reviewed.”

Staring at the assistant for a while, the Fefferman Professor holding the coffee in his hand gave up sighed.

“Well, you take it over.”

He has not been particularly good at deciding other people’s requests, especially from the areas he is good at.

Seeing the Fefferman Professor promised, the assistant immediately smiled and handed thesis over and said: “Good Professor.”

After thesis was delivered, the assistant did not stop at the office and left quickly.

After a while, Classy, ​​Feuffman couldn’t find time to read it, so he simply flipped it twice.

There is no name on thesis.

This double-blind review will occasionally occur.

Fefferman roughly speculated that either the contributor was an acquaintance he knew, or he was a colleague at the Princeton Institute of Advanced Studies or a university.

But these are not the main points.

Even if he guessed the author from the style of thesis, he would not release water on the manuscript because of the acquaintance’s relationship.

“The proof of the existence of the solution of the Yang Mills equation? Shouldn’t this thesis be given to Witten? I bet he is more interested than me.”

Seeing the title of “exaggerated”, Fefferman picked up his eyebrows and continued to look down with interest.

But very quickly, he was lightly exclaimed, and his brows were slightly wrinkled.

He noticed the change in his expression, Wei Wen asked with hesitation.

“What happened to Professor?”

Staring at thesis for a moment, Fefferman Professor suddenly smiled and shook his head.

“……It’s nothing.”

He now knows exactly why Sanak insisted on handing the thesis to him for review.

“L manifold… there is also a partial differential geometry method for partial differential equations,” the index finger swept over A4 paper with ink on it, and Fefferman Professor laughed. The tone said with a bit of emotion, “Can put this theory There is only one person who uses this level.”

Wei Wen expression is slightly moving.

“Thesis of the Ground Professor?”

“Yes,” said Fefferman Professor nodded, continuing. “The proof of the existence of the solution of the Yang Mills equation suggests that he has not stopped to move on to mathematics.”

Hearing the contents of thesis, Wei Wen sucked in a cold breath, the shock of the heart exhibit one’s feelings in one’s speech.

Continuously challenge two thousand problems…

Is this still human?

Going back to the desk and sitting down, Fefferman Professor took the phone out of his pocket, opened the address book, and called his doctor and assistant.

“Hey, Lewis, are you free now? About half an hour later, there is a class with partial differential equations. Regardless of whether you have time or not, I hope that you or you can help me find someone to go for me.”

“…well, I have something to do here.”

“Very important.”

A total of three sentences.

After explaining the matter clearly, he hung up and placed the phone on his desk.

Looking at the thesis on the table, his pupils began to flash with excitement.

Let me have a good time.

This left Princeton’s first year.

Your accomplishments in mathematics are improving, or are you regressing…