The Young Matriarch

Chapter 300: Chapter 300: Is it so simple that you even need to ask?

“It’s so simple, you still need to ask?”

Bai Chuwei took out the five pages full of proof from last night and fell into deep doubt.

Was what she wrote that difficult?

Bai Chuwei really didn’t want her high school livestream to turn into a high-level mathematics online seminar!

Lead by Xie Jin’an, a group of mathematicians blushed with shame, a lump in their throats.

Simple, simple?

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Which part of those proofs was simple?

Bai Chuwei sighed deeply, this was the disparity. An ancestor who had lived over five thousand years shouldn’t be too harsh on these descendants.

Bai Chuwei remembered the time she set up the Seven Stars Dragon Vein Array, and talents in China sprang up like bamboo shoots after a rain, only for some disastrous event to sever the Dragon Vein later on, and she couldn’t be bothered to repair the Seven Stars Dragon Vein Array anymore.

Who knew that today China’s talents had withered, not even matching up to those of foreign countries.

Looking at these foolish descendants, Bai Chuwei couldn’t help but consider, should she find some time to fix the Seven Stars Dragon Vein Array?

Bai Chuwei’s sigh brought even more barrage.

[I just turned the volume to the max, I could hear the bigshot’s sigh. Ah—Is this sighing because the professors are too dumb?]

[Wuwuwu what should I do? I’m much dumber than those mathematicians, the gap is almost as big as the Milky Way, will the bigshot despise me too?]

[A sight rarely seen! Nearly a hundred mathematicians openly despised for their IQ!]

…

Xie Jin’an and a host of elderly professors stood firmly in the livestream, faces faintly reddened as they watched the mocking barrage.

They really didn’t understand, okay?

Bai Chuwei sighed, “I’m only giving you five minutes, please, moderators, connect the mic to the person who asked the question after giving gifts.”

After Bai Chuwei finished speaking, she looked at her moderators with a peculiar gaze, an ID named Hanhan had become her moderator…

Duan Feihan, are you so free as a future villain boss?

Isn’t it time for you to get off work and deal with your third brother retiring from the entertainment industry?

Xie Jin’an thought Bai Chuwei logged on today especially to take a few minutes to explain the proof of the Chen Family’s conjecture, immediately seizing every opportunity to ask questions.

“You need to ask this question too? I really wonder how you became mathematics experts! Look at the X curve first…”

“The point where the X curve meets the Y curve, that’s the key to the proof. What do you say? Why not draw a diagram? Does this need a diagram?”

“…”

Nearly a million netizens watched as a bigshot in the livestream berated a group of mathematicians, completely bewildered.

Every word spoken was recognizable, but strung together, they had no idea what was being discussed.

Bai Chuwei watched the time and, right when five minutes were up, she said immediately, “Time’s up, not talking about it anymore.”

The next second, in a mathematics conference room in the Imperial Capital, Professor Xie Jin’an slapped his hand on the glass table, his body shaking with excitement, nearly fainting: “Proof… the proof is valid! The Chen Family’s conjecture that remained unsolved for eight hundred years has been proven! The prover is one of our own from China!”

Instantly, there was thunderous applause.

Xie Jin’an and the other professors hugged the proof procedures, gazing at them entranced.

How many years had it been? China’s mathematics had suddenly taken the lead in the world…

An elderly man with glasses muttered, “If only we could invite that host for a face-to-face meeting. He is the hope of China’s mathematical field, the talent of our China’s mathematical community!”

No sooner had he finished speaking than in the conference room, a doctoral assistant inhaled sharply, fingers trembling as they pointed at the screen, suddenly crying out, “Professors, look at the livestream!”