txolops Chapter 138 Zhang Xin
Chapter 138 Zhang Xin
Tick, tick.
Time flows like water through your fingers.
In the blink of an eye, it was already 1 a.m. two days later.
"drop--!"
A crisp system notification sound broke the silence of the dormitory.
The laptop screen, which was in sleep mode, suddenly lit up, and a notification box with a new email icon popped up in the lower right corner.
In an instant, the weariness on Su Hao's face was swept away!
The moment he saw the sender's suffix, he felt as if his heart had been suddenly squeezed by an invisible, rough hand.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the slight trembling in his fingertips, and clicked the mouse.
[Reply: To Professor Olson.]
[Who do we have here? It turns out to be that so-called Eastern prodigy who recently made headlines in the global academic community by single-handedly proving the Four Color Theorem.]
Listen to me, kid. Whatever your purpose, I completely gave up on verifying the Riemann Hypothesis decades ago.
If you unfortunately glimpse something from my mess.
So, as a living example, my only advice to you is:
Immediately close your eyes and pretend you didn't see anything!
Don't go to your death; at the end of that road, there is no crown, only a cannibalistic hell.
You have no idea what I'm talking about.
My manuscripts from back then were repeatedly trampled into mud by those arrogant fools during the ridiculous blind review stage.
The laboratory's research funding was completely cut off and withdrawn overnight;
Even my former academic colleagues, who used to call me brother, turned their backs on me as if I were a plague carrier once they saw the tide turning against me!
This graveyard has no shortage of genius bones.
This is not a dead end for a promising young man like you who could have lived off the benefits for a lifetime.
That's all I have to say. I've rambled on enough. I believe that since you can solve the Four Color Theorem, you should at least be able to understand human language.
However, just when Su Hao thought the rejection letter was over, at the very bottom, there was an incredibly arrogant little note:
[PS: But anything can happen.]
If you harbor the same damned obsession I had back then, if your thirst for knowledge remains as molten as lava and you insist on exploring like a moth drawn to a flame...
Then stop with the nonsense in emails and just buy a plane ticket to my home in Boston for a face-to-face meeting.
My frail, aging body is no longer fit to travel far.
Mikhail Olsen.
Su Hao was stunned as he looked at the email, which was filled with roaring and had the strong flavor of a grumpy American old man.
"This guy... after warning me, he actually added an address at the end, telling me to go and pay him a visit across the ocean?!"
What kind of arrogant development is this?
As for the first half of the email, the old man's desperate warning to him to "immediately pretend you didn't see anything, because hell is ahead"...
In Su Hao's brain, which was bewitched by the truth, it didn't even last half a second before being completely filtered out as if it were just a passing breeze.
His gaze was fixed on the detailed address appended at the very end of the letter.
The search pinpointed the exact location as Boston on the East Coast of the United States.
The location is in an old neighborhood not far from the diploma mill where the other party used to teach.
We have a target, coordinates, and even the NPC's summoning quest has been triggered.
But the problems that follow are very real:
How can a student undertake such an extremely absurd and sudden international trip without alerting anyone?
The objective obstacles in front of me, such as passport and visa issues, school leave requests, and parental questioning, are so numerous that it makes me want to bang my head against the wall!
"etc!"
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Su Hao, and he sprang up from his chair, rushing towards the most inconspicuous dark corner of the dormitory.
Like a groundhog rummaging through a trash can, it began frantically searching through the old mail storage box that had long been covered in a thick layer of dust.
A cloud of choking dust billowed up from a pile of parcels still sealed in their plastic wrap...
He painstakingly unearthed a stack of various invitations that were long gone and had almost been sold as waste paper.
This is also Su Hao's unique Versailles trouble.
It should be noted that ever since he successfully tackled the famous Four Color Theorem in mathematics with a domineering attitude, attracting huge attention worldwide.
Whether it's those self-proclaimed high-minded top academic institutions or those media outlets with a keen sense of smell, only interested in grabbing traffic...
Almost every day, he would frantically stuff his school mailbox with a massive amount of beautifully printed physical letters, like handing out flyers.
This place is full of all sorts of monsters and demons:
What is this invitation letter for the next Mathematical Olympiad Symposium?
An invitation to the opening of a top-level academic forum in Europe, attended by many white-bearded old men;
There was even a recording notice for a Japanese variety quiz show with an outrageously high appearance fee...
If it were any other student, they would probably be ecstatic to see such an invitation that they could brag about for a lifetime.
But for Su Hao, an extremely ruthless academic fanatic, he didn't even glance at it!
He had never had any interest in these junks.
In his extremely cold-blooded value system, those theorems that have already been proven are like sugarcane pulp that has been chewed dry.
For him, it's completely in the past, and there's no value in bringing it up again or showing it off on TV.
"If I remember correctly, there was definitely one letter among this pile of junk that was mailed directly from the East Coast of the United States..."
shhhhh--
Su Hao's fingers flew through the stack of colorful envelopes, so fast that they left afterimages.
Finally, the movement abruptly stopped.
"Found it! This is it!"
He pulled out a letter with a very conspicuous logo.
Department of Mathematics, Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT).
Tearing open the envelope, inside lay a letter, meticulously formatted and formally worded...
Official gold-embossed letter inviting Su Hao, a prodigy from China, to attend this year's "Young Mathematicians Forum"!
Most importantly, at the end of the letter, in bold font, was a generous clause from the school that, to show its sincerity, it would fully reimburse his round-trip international flights and five-star accommodations during his stay in the United States!
This is like a giant pillow falling from the sky when you're trying to sleep!
Su Hao quickly glanced at the crucial registration date on the invitation and immediately breathed a long sigh of relief.
God helps me too!
There is still plenty of time; we can definitely make it!
Su Hao immediately threw away the envelope and turned to open the electronic map on his laptop.
I meticulously dragged and compared the meeting location at MIT on the invitation with the address coordinates left by Mr. Olson.
Looking at the two red dots on the screen that were almost overlapping, Su Hao couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"This distance... is very close. It's just a few steps away."
All is ready except for the opportunity.
The reasons for funding and visas have been perfectly resolved.
But... how can I use a logically sound and unambiguous approach to convince my mother to let me go to America alone?
Su Hao slowly lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the high-grade envelope that had just been pulled out of his palm.
On the envelope, the MIT logo, embossed in gold using an extremely luxurious process, gleamed brightly under the dim yellow light of the cheap desk lamp in the dormitory.
It reflects an authoritative glow that is undeniable in the eyes of any parent on this planet.
"If it's based on an official invitation from MIT, dealing with the school's cumbersome leave application process and convincing your parents shouldn't be too difficult, right?"
After all, what parent could refuse a free invitation from MIT?