Orion Crest, Series_1

Chapter 51: Genius? Madness?

　　The morning of the fifth day of the conference. A man in a suit walked briskly to the door of room 306 and politely reached out to knock.

　　"Mr Orion, your presentation is about to begin, is it convenient for you now?"

　　There was a sound from inside the room and the voice came out immediately after.

　　"Now? Isn't my presentation in the afternoon?"

　　The suited man's expression was somewhat subtly embarrassed, and he coughed softly as he continued, "To be precise, it's in an hour, because of a small accident, a certain Belgian reporter had a temporary adjustment to our lecture schedule due to travelling problems ...... Have you not looked at the mailbox? "

　　......

　　Inside Lecture Theatre 1, there were about two to three hundred people sitting.

　　Possibly because of his poor mental state, Orion, in an unexpectedly calm state of mind, was not at all nervous, or timid.

　　Holding up the microphone, Orion organised his thoughts, and after seeing the "ready to start" sign from the conference team staff, he slowly opened his mouth.

　　"Everyone should have read my paper, originally according to the arrangement of the conference team, the content of today's presentation should be the study of Mersenne's law of prime number distribution ...... but because of the time schedule, the presentation that should have appeared in the afternoon was advanced to the morning, so please allow me to make a small request."

　　After a moment's pause, Orion looked at the nearby conference team staff, "Can you get me a whiteboard?"

　　That conference team staff froze and hesitantly said, "No problem, but the projector's effect on the whiteboard is very poor, and the people in the back may not be able to see it."

　　"'And give me a pen," Orion glanced at the projector, "This thing can be switched off."

　　There was a lot of whispering and talking, wondering what Orion was going to do.

　　The conference staff were equally curious, but it was clear that they had encountered even stranger requests from the "geniuses" more than once or twice, so they quickly followed and dragged a whiteboard from the classroom next door.

　　Taking the marker from the conference staff, Orion nodded his head and said "Thank you", then turned to face the whiteboard, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and entered the system space, turning on 'Inspiration Time'.

　　The last hour.

　　Here he would be, completing the final proof!

　　Opening his eyes, Orion, on the whiteboard, wrote the first line of the equation ......

　　While Orion was meticulously writing down the process of the proof, the atmosphere in the meeting room was a bit stirred.

　　Even if he didn't say a word, he didn't even put up a PPT, which was too unfriendly for those novices who were attending academic conferences for the first few times.

　　The two student-like people sitting in the back row packed up their things and quietly left the venue.

　　As for those who frequently participated in various academic conferences, the big names had seen a lot of them, and the expressions on their faces did not change much. They are concerned with the results that the reporter takes out, not the reporter himself ......

　　When Orion wrote the tenth line of arithmetic, Professor Deligne, who was originally expressionless, suddenly raised his eyebrows.

　　The crossed legs changed positions and looking towards the teaching assistant next to him, he whispered, "Do you have a notebook with you?"