บท 417: Millennium Prize Problem!

There was an intense discussion happening around the world, and Lu Zhou, who was in a retreat, was oblivious to those discussions.

His research didn't go as smooth as expected, but he had confidence in his final result.

If the Navier–Stokes equation was like a maze, then there was only one wall separating him and the exit. Passing that wall was only a matter of time.

There was a week left until the end of the month.

His research entered its most critical stage.

There was only a thin line separating success and failure.

This was it.

Lu Zhou took a deep breath and placed his phone on his desk. He then set a timer for 168 hours.

He pressed start on the timer and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, the light in his dark pupils was gone; all that was left in him was cold, hard logic.