Su Mucheng pursed her lips; Qiao Ze had become so modest that she felt a bit uncomfortable.
"If someone who can give a thought for proving Goldbach's conjecture in half a day claims they aren't good at number theory, then probably no one else would dare say they specialize in the field anymore."
As for the correctness of the issue, Su Mucheng had never considered it.
The reason was that Qiao Ze had never made a mistake, no matter how difficult the question.
But before Su Mucheng could express her thoughts, the nature of the discussion outside began to change.
...
"Hey, solving Goldbach at this time seems like a bit of a waste! There are still two years until the next Congress of Mathematicians. Solving the Yang-Mills Equations and the mass gap problem is already enough to win a Fields Medal, and Goldbach would be enough for another one. Two Medals, but now they can only merge into one. What a loss!"
Clearly, these were the words of Xu Dajiang.
