Orion Crest, Series_1

Chapter 53: Just want to get some sleep

　　Surprised.

　　Amazed.

　　Incredulous.

　　Everyone lost their voices.

　　Inside the lecture theatre, there was a death-like silence.

　　The one who broke the silence was an old man.

　　He stood up and clapped.

　　The applause crescendoed, spreading from the first row to the back row.

　　It went from a drizzle to a downpour.

　　It wasn't just applause.

　　Students in the back row stood up, whistled, and cheered.

　　Whether they were Princeton students or people who had travelled thousands of miles to attend this maths conference ......

　　this moment.

　　Together they witnessed a great moment!

　　One of the question marks on the hall of mathematics was gently removed by a black pen.

　　At the same time.

　　A genius, at this moment, emerged.

　　The entire lecture theatre was filled with applause.

　　The applause chased his footsteps and floated outside the lecture theatre.

　　Standing next to the lectern, the staff member who was earlier ready to remind Orion that it was time to finish, although he couldn't understand the proof process on the whiteboard, also applauded.

　　The colleague next to him, stabbing his arm with his finger, teased.

　　"If you had interrupted his thoughts at that time, the one who will make a name for himself in the history of mathematics at this moment might be you."

　　"In what name?"

　　"The Terminator of Inspiration, the intern of the Federal Mathematical Society named George, destroyed a mathematical genius with his own hands."

　　"Oh, come on, Mr Francis will kill me."

　　Francis was the president of the Federal Mathematical Society, a kindly looking old man who always spoke in a slow tone.

　　Below the lectern.

　　Listening to the lingering applause and staring at the arithmetic on the whiteboard, Boris was disappointed in his heart and his slightly hoarse voice carried a hint of disbelief, "Solved it?"

　　Was this his competitor?

　　Frustration?

　　Not ......

　　Loss?

　　A bit.

　　He lost an honourable opponent. Not from winning or losing, just ......

　　was left far behind.

　　Professor Stanley, who had been staring at the arithmetic on the whiteboard, nodded slowly as he heard his student's question.

　　With a tone of relief, the old man softly exclaimed, "Well, solved it!"

　　......

　　Having finally finished the problem, Orion, who had stepped off the podium, wanted nothing more than to go back to his hotel, lie down, get a good night's sleep, and wait until he got up the next day to talk about whatever it was that was going on.