"Me?"
"To represent you in presenting a report on a mathematical conjecture proof? What is the NP problem? Are you joking?"
"I don't understand!"
"Let alone those complex mathematical proofs, I've even forgotten all the advanced mathematics we learned!"
"Are you sure you mean me?"
"Zhao Yi, Academician Zhao, God Zhao… This, I… I can't handle it!"
Fan Lei always thought there wasn't anything he could be intimidated by, but his understanding of mathematics was still at the high school level, and he barely passed undergraduate-level calculus with a score of sixty. How was he supposed to go to an international conference of mathematicians and present a report on the world's mathematical conjectures?
He extended his index finger and pointed vigorously at his own face, looking earnestly at Zhao Yi, "Are-you-kidding-me?"
"Screw off!"
Zhao Yi kicked him directly, "If I say you can do it, you can, so stop fussing about the useless stuff."
"This… "