The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80: 078 Will Be Stripped of Degree by Norton University [1 Update]

That hand had slender fingers, the tips as pale and clear as if they had gathered a faint light, like transparent coagulated fat.

But what caught He Xun’s attention was not the hand, but the problem on the piece of paper.

One of the world’s seven great mathematical problems.

The Riemann hypothesis.

Proposed in 1859, it wasn’t until over a century later, in 2016, that a mathematician proved this conjecture.

This kind of top-tier problem was a compulsory project at Norton University.

But He Xun noticed that the owner of the hand used a different method to prove the Riemann hypothesis than the one used by the mathematician in 2016.

His expression changed, and he finally got serious.

It was He Xun’s first encounter with live streaming, and he had not turned off the barrage of comments.

Words of various colors floated by.

[Great God, can you teach college physics today?]

[I’m begging the Great God to talk about the principles of electromagnetic fields, an engineering student is about to fail, sob, ladies, think twice before choosing electronics.]

[Sadly, I’m uneducated and ‘damn’ is my catch-all word, besides giving the Great God a 6, what else can I do.]

He Xun stared at the piece of paper and promptly registered an account, starting to type.

[Can you prove the Navier-Stokes equations?]

The Navier-Stokes equations, another one of the world’s seven great mathematical problems.

As this comment appeared, the other users watching the live stream became unhappy.

[The person in front, are you new here? The content of the broadcast is determined the day before, didn’t you know you have to tip to ask the Great God to talk about other things? Such a freeloader yet so demanding, why don’t you shoot for the moon?]

[You’re so impolite, the Great God won’t explain it to you.]

He Xun frowned.

He paused the broadcast, opened the newly registered account and directly recharged 100,000 yuan into it.

He Xun did not come to teach in Verdant because he was in need of money; his family was already wealthy.

Compared to knowledge, money was far less important.

He Xun directly launched a barrage of a hundred rockets, triggering another flurry of screen meteor effects, and the number of people in the live stream surged once more.

After tossing in 100,000 yuan, there was a sound in the live stream room.

“Yes.” _{freewebnovel.cσ๓}

A very distant word.

The voice was clear and light, indistinguishable between male or female.

But it was pleasant to the ears.

He Xun then saw that hand pick up another sheet of paper and leisurely began solving the Navier-Stokes equations.

His expression turned from serious to shocked.

Could an online broadcaster really prove it?

He and some of his university classmates couldn’t.

[Although I don’t understand these problems, I’m so curious about which academic big shot is behind the Great God’s alias.]

He Xun was also very curious.

Before he could send a message to ask, his phone started to ring.

The call did not display a number.

It was hidden.

He Xun’s expression shifted as he walked outside the office before answering, “Advisor.”

The voice on the other end of the call was an old foreign man speaking surprisingly good Chinese, though it was heavy with an Oceanic accent.