All-round mathematician

Chapter 228 A Phone Call from the Other Side of the Ocean

Attached Middle School, late at night, in a certain teacher's building.

Feng Yao, head of the Forty Office, checked the final math scores of the senior one students for the last time, to see if the students he had noticed had shown significant growth in mathematics.

He still insists on taking only freshmen in high school every year, welcoming and sending them off one after another.Principal Qu suggested many times: "Let's lead a good class. If you teach for a long time within three years, it will be easier to get grades in mathematics. And if you become a class teacher, you will get more performance bonuses."

Every time Feng Yao refused with a smile, if he only looked at the money, he would not have embarked on the road of education.

In recent years, the employment environment for mathematics majors has become better and better, and it is particularly popular internationally. Wall Street giants seem to have spotted mathematics majors and would rather give up economics and finance.

Very rare.

In China, the highest salary is Internet big data processing, and mathematics majors are still required.However, the requirements are very high, and the positions are basically monopolized by top universities.

Only mathematics practitioners understand that in second-class colleges and universities, mathematics difficulty is low, textbooks are uneven, and even preachers have only a half-knowledge, how can they learn things.

"It seems that in the past two years, a lot of mathematics talents have exploded in second-class colleges and universities. As long as you set your mind to specialize in research, you will be robbed by Wall Street and the domestic financial market after graduation."

This made Feng Yao feel a little novelty, contacted his former alumni, and through various channels, finally found some reasons.

I don't know when and where there were two rigorous Western translation series circulated in a small area, and then detonated the Internet. From the words, techniques and tone of expression, it should be the same person.

Feng Yao has used UTM and GTM series before, but without the accumulation of professional English for mathematics, it is extremely difficult to read.

"Quite well-founded. It is estimated that a certain powerful person in China is afraid of retaliation by affecting other people's jobs, and afraid that the author will pursue the copyright, so he released it in a low-key manner for free."

The domestic mathematics environment is very complicated.The dispute between the North and the South, domestic and foreign disputes, Beijing University and Shuimu, Nankai and Shuimu, Aurora and Nankai, will always break out once or twice a year.

The more famous a scholar is, the more he will personally anger all parties.

Publishing books is related to fame and profit, and no one is willing to give up.Therefore, there are very few willing translators in the market, and it is felt that the heavy workload is a waste of time.

"These two series have indeed benefited countless people. I hope that one day, the author can stand up and be recognized by the world."

After counting the grades of the students at hand, Feng Yao was concerned about the list of freshmen from the Lower Realm.

Every time a freshman enters the school, Feng Yao will report with great enthusiasm to see if there is a chance to find a good seedling.

This is the case every year, and the cycle repeats.

His aloofness is just pretending to be seen by outsiders, and he is willing to devote all his energy to good seedlings.

"Unfortunately, the overall quality does improve year after year, but top seedlings... why are there so few?"

In recent years, the affiliated middle school can be compared with the Ninth Middle School, whether it is the rate of admission to higher education or the admission rate of prestigious schools.Wuzhou's current high school reputation is not one big and three small, but two big and two small.

If you look at it according to the base, it should be a talent blowout.

It was a pity for Feng Yao. He felt that his way of thinking was very problematic. He had high expectations for every top math student who entered the school, and his best grades were only two times in the math winter camp.

He reflected on his mistakes, because the sense of expectation was too strong.

In the past 20 years, the attached high school had only two finalists for the winter camp, and two of them achieved very good results in the past six years.Compared with the student who dominated the world high school, the younger generation really did not live up to it.

"Go to sleep, what time is it?" the wife urged in the room.

"understood."

It was already 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, and just as he was about to turn off the lights in the study, the phone rang.

Looking at the names displayed on the phone, Feng Yao was in a daze for a long time, and he hadn't really contacted for more than a year, and he just expressed his condolences to each other during the Chinese New Year.

"Teacher Feng." On the phone, Yang Fan's voice was firm and excited, "Two trillion seven hundred and eighty-nine hundred and ninety-six thousand and sixty-nine (96), two trillion seven thousand six hundred and eighty-eight Eighty-nine hundred and sixty-six thousand and sixty-five thousand one (640)."

"What, Yang Fan, what did you say?" Feng Yao didn't react for a while.

"Ms. Feng, prime numbers, twin prime numbers, I found them again. You said that as long as you keep counting, you will find them one day."

Feng Yao felt like a blow to the head, his brain was buzzing and his heart was full of suffocation, that kind of loneliness with persistent belief, even across the ocean, even across the world, he felt the same.

He could imagine that in order to repel that loneliness, Yang Fan counted down every night of homesickness.

Until now, more than two trillion, how many days and nights have been counted, and how long did it take to entertain loneliness.

Persevere and persist.

The faint sadness made Feng Yao burst into tears and choked up: "Yang Fan, don't... count, count... not enough."

Yang Fan was silent, quietly making Feng Yao think that the signal had disappeared: "Yes, there are countless."

"Let's put it down for now, Yang Fan, you are still young."

For the first time, Feng Yao asked the students not to continue math. He thought he would not say such a thing, but he really couldn't bear it.

Why persist.

Yang Fan has been abroad for four years, but he never returned to China. He called and contacted each time, and said every time that he was very good, very peaceful, and his journey of seeking knowledge was very fulfilling.

In fact, everyone has forgotten that he is only in his 20s, but it is too tiring to let the ascetic practice like that.

"Teacher Feng, for ten years, the Fields Medal is only four years old."

"Don't worry, you can use it for 20 or 50 years. I will keep myself alive. I can't walk in bed. I will keep my eyes open and wait for you to bring the trophy."

Feng Yao's tears fell drop by drop, and his eyes were already blurred. This student, just because of a joke and a willful comparison, staggered forward in loneliness.

As if feeling that the teacher was in a low mood, Yang Fan comforted him calmly: "Teacher Feng, don't get excited, I am very confident. In the past four years, I have obtained a doctorate in medicine, a master's degree in biology, a doctorate in mathematics, a master's degree in chemistry, and a doctorate in physics. There are also economics... I have certificates for many of them that are related to natural sciences. Teacher, I work hard and I am very good."

"Stop learning, Yang Fan, stop learning. Stop it. You are already the best academic master in a hundred years, now you just need time to settle down, please, stop learning."

Those academic qualifications, like a sharp thorn, pierced Feng Yao's heart, it was too much, too painful.

"Ah, I'm already so good." Yang Fan suddenly felt like waking up from a dream, "Then, Teacher Feng, I'm going back to China."

Yang Fan's only belief is to end his studies early.He brought the top-level knowledge he learned all his life from the West to the East.

His thoughts flew across the Pacific Ocean, passed through the magic capital, and came to Wuzhou.

I seem to have seen that many years ago, that mediocre boy played games every day. At that time, he was pure and happy.

The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

(End of this chapter)