"Zhao Yi, he is the God?"
"What do you mean?"
"Um... Mr. Witten, do you mean that Zhao Yi, he, succeeded?" Hu Zhibin was a bit stunned, and it took him a while to ask.
"Absolutely!"
Edward Witten nodded vigorously, he couldn't help but hold tightly to the notebook in his hand, exclaiming, "I refuse to believe that this is the achievement of a human mathematician, it could only be a masterpiece of God, only could be!"
"This is perfect mathematics, a perfect achievement!"
"He did it in just a few days, do you believe it? I for one don't, he must have been guided by the divine, if not by God, definitely by one of your own deities..."
Edward Witten was so excited that he couldn't contain himself, he spoke incoherently, but it was evident how much he valued what he held in his hand.
Tang Xudong also came around, asking inquisitively, "What happened exactly? I heard before I came that Zhao Yi has… Is there something wrong with him now?"
"He..."