Crash crash crash...
Outside the grilled fish shop, the torrential rain fell on the road, kicking up waves of white mist.
Inside the grilled fish shop, a pot of steaming hot grilled fish bubbling away, had already been served on the table.
"Hmm?"
Overalls squatted in the arms of his master, furrowing his brows, probing his nose, inhaling the warm aroma.
He swallowed his saliva, wanting to eat... but... he didn’t know how to use chopsticks!
What to do now?
Use his claws?
Wouldn’t it be quite dirty?
"Boss, please bring a small spoon."
Bai Mo smiled, asking the boss to bring a small spoon for Overalls to use.
Then he personally used chopsticks to pick out the fish at, placing it onto Overalls’ plate.
"Eat, once we finish this al, we’ll eat sothing else."
...
In the shop, there was only their table of custors, the shop owner, and the staff, sitting at the entrance, chatting while watching the torrential rain.
Overalls finished eating fish at, and began to dip tofu skin and atballs, eating so much that oil flowed from his mouth.
Bai Mo, while taking small bites of luncheon at, again confird his deduction results.
"No problem.
"I am correct.
"Can human mathematical knowledge really solve the Ancient Immortal’s puzzle?
"Could this be the proverbial ’all roads lead to the sa end’?"
He smirked, squinting his eyes slightly.
He felt very satisfied with this progress. After all, even the Sequence Six Ancient Immortal takes years guiding one through Nasal Soup to finish the ntoring, a long slow process akin to water dripping on stone.
Yet now, he used modern mathematical tools, and in just a few days, most problems have been solved! It’s as if wielding the brilliant blade of "modern mathematics" to directly cut the stone in half!
His Heart Thought shifted, taking his vision to Zhang Qiren’s side.
"Next step, ask him for help with Fermat’s Last Theorem."
...
Crash crash...
Outside, torrential rain continued to pour.
Inside the villa, still spacious, bright, and dry.
Zhang Qiren sat at the desk, biting his teeth, brow furrowed, face contorted, eyes bloodshot.
He slightly tilted his head back, lightly flicking his hair with his fingers.
Ding!
Amongst the crisp sound, the Dream Origin within his hair lightly vibrated, causing ripples. These ripples were a faint golden color, gentle waves, spreading through the air.
Zhang Qiren perked his ears and widened his eyes, observing the information emanating from these ripples.
He was an Array Master, his eyes contained a ruler, his ears a clock, just by senses, he could obtain the most accurate data and information.
Now, he watched, asured, calculated, and thought...
But the more he thought, the more he furrowed, the more he widened his eyes, pulled at the corner of his eyes, clenching his molars!
"This..."
Pa!
He slapped the heavy desk!
"...can’t calculate it!"
In his insanity, suddenly, the hair on top of his head began splitting, and growing. The divided two forks, one fork grew an eyeball, the other a mouth.
From the mouth, it spat out sound.
"Prove Fermat’s Last Theorem, need a faster thod."
Is this?
That Alchemist?
Prove Fermat’s Last Theorem?
Zhang Qiren was stunned for a mont, the madness from just researching Dream Origin slightly cooled...
"Fermat’s Last Theorem... mathematics?"
Upon deeper thought, he realized it’s been a long ti since he touched pure mathematics.
At this mont, he delved into his distant mory, gradually finding snippets related to Fermat’s Last Theorem.
"Oh?"
Without delay, he imdiately opened the computer, searching through docunts.
...
In the grilled fish shop, Bai Mo opened his mouth, eating the spoonful of rice covered with grilled fish skin fed by his apprentice.
He touched the apprentice’s head, while feeling a bit concerned.
"Why did Zhang Qiren make himself look like this?
"The Dream Grass I invested in him, won’t it turn out to be a complete waste?
"Can anything still be researched out?"
Bai Mo furrowed his brows.
Dream Grass is quite precious, it’s not a small investnt, belonging to mid-to-large scale projects!
And...
"Can he really manage Fermat’s Last Theorem in this state?
"Won’t he spin out a delusional erroneous version dragging down too?"
While complaining, he saw in the vision Zhang Qiren open the computer, copying and pasting to create the most direct docunt related to Fermat’s Last Theorem.
"Modular forms?"
This part, Bai Mo vaguely understood.
In modern mathematics, modular forms have been referred to as the fifth operation apart from addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division.
"Elliptic curves? Taniyama-Shimura conjecture?"
Seeing this, Bai Mo slightly furrowed his brows.
Modern mathematics is a pretty mystical field.
There are higher algebra and mathematical analysis as the ground floor of the subject.
There exists complex functions, group theory, etc., as the first floor of the subject.
Upon this foundation, there are higher floors, deeper knowledge, stacked layer upon layer, rising, piercing into the starry sky.
The higher the floors, the fewer people can reach them.
Moreover, this building is already so high, already piercing into the starry sky.
The frontier mathematicians then venture to one star after another, researching the path to the next star.
"Fermat’s Last Theorem", is a solitary and distant star in the vast mathematical sky.
Now, Zhang Qiren laid out, "modular forms", "elliptic curves", "Taniyama-Shimura conjecture", "group theory", "Kolyvagin-Flach"... they are one bridge after another, leading to this star! From the mathematical tower, piercing into the starry sky, leading to the star with long bridges!
Bai Mo watched Zhang Qiren use copy and paste to piece together a docunt.
Then watched him take out pen and paper, start writing furiously, personally deducing parts not ntioned in the papers.
"Oh..."
Bai Mo watched on seeming to understand but not really, having many points he couldn’t comprehend.
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