"While I've dabbled in partial differential equations, especially nonlinear ones, it was mostly just during the last two years when I was researching neural networks for deep learning. I didn't delve very deep. My mathematical expertise isn't sufficient to make a definitive judgment on your paper. Later, I'll call Old Man Wang and Professor Fei from the School of Mathematics and ask them to review it for you. If it truly proves…"
Meng Xuan put his glasses back on and said seriously, "Then the next Fields Medal will most likely be yours."
The Fields Medal, often called the Nobel Prize of mathematics, is one of the highest honors in the field. It's awarded every four years to three or four individuals.
As long as there aren't three or four people who produce even more significant results within those four years, then it's pretty much guaranteed.
The prestige of this award far surpasses that of merely becoming an academician. Winning this award makes becoming an academician just a matter of time, and it would be achieved in the fastest possible conventional way.
And Meng Xuan, being half in the field of mathematics himself, naturally understood the immense value of Qingshui's achievement.
Thinking of this, Old Meng's expression became a bit complicated.
Your teacher here is still thinking about getting this year's Yangtze River Quota, and then his student suddenly throws out a paper, telling him: 'Hey old man, I'm about to win the Fields Medal!'
He might not be able to produce such world-class research results in his entire life.
As for stealing a student's work and publishing it himself, as a disciple of the Mohist Sect, he simply couldn't do such a thing.
Besides, even if he wanted to, he couldn't.
He struggled just to understand the paper, only grasping enough to tentatively judge that it might be real. He couldn't even begin to figure out how to prove it himself, and if someone were to ask him questions, he certainly couldn't answer them.
He didn't even have the chance to steal the work.
This kind of world-class research achievement is enough to overcome some limitations of age and resources.
Damn, could this kid become an academician even sooner than me, his own teacher?
"Alright, Teacher, I have another paper. Before you ask Old Man Wang and Professor Fei, please take a look at this one first."
Qingshui smiled faintly, having anticipated Meng Xuan's reaction. He picked up the mouse and opened the next file.
Optimization of Natural Language Processing Models Based on Deep Learning.
"Don't tell me it's another math problem?"
Meng Xuan asked.
"No, it's our bread and butter."
Qingshui opened the paper.
Optimization of Natural Language Processing Models Based on Deep Learning.
This time, Meng Xuan read it much more carefully, but also much faster.
This was his area of expertise. He wouldn't dare call himself an absolute authority in this field, but there really weren't many in the country who could surpass him in this domain.
In 2014, the field of artificial intelligence was still in its budding stage, not yet fully mature but burgeoning.
Qingshui didn't directly present artificial intelligence itself; that would have been too far ahead of its time, and he couldn't have replicated so much code and data in one night.
So, he had only extracted and integrated a small portion of related technical content from it.
Therefore, his current paper was slightly ahead of its time, but still conveniently within the scope that excellent scientists in related fields of this era could understand.
At least for Meng Xuan, there were no problems.
Meng Xuan felt a bit relieved.
Because although the paper was of a very high standard, he possessed the ability to evaluate it.
But soon, Meng Xuan's expression became complicated again.
This paper…
"How did you write this paper?"
"Huh?"
Was it written too poorly? No, that can't be right? Qingshui felt he wrote it very well.
Could it be that this old man is a charlatan?
No, that's not right!
From the memories left by his original body, Meng Xuan still had a certain level of skill; he wouldn't be like that.
Could it be…
Qingshui's gaze gradually became dangerous.
"You wrote this paper too well! That won't do."
"Huh?"
"You condensed content that could fill two top-tier journals and three or four major sub-journals into one paper? Doesn't that mean you published several fewer papers?"
"Ah, this…"
So that's what it was…
"Just take a little time to split and organize the content, and then your requirements for promotion to associate professor will be directly met, won't they? And you can also help out your junior classmates, allowing them to achieve some success, which will also benefit their future development."
"I understand, but Teacher, wouldn't that be too much trouble?"
"What a pain in the ass. Do you think papers of this caliber are like cabbages, that you can just whip out tons of them at the drop of a hat?"
Meng Xuan stumbled over his words here.
This student had just produced a math paper that might win the Fields Medal…
With this accomplishment alone, he might even become an academician sooner than Meng Xuan himself.
"You don't, by any chance, have more papers, do you?"
"Mhm."
Qingshui nodded.
"Where are they?"
"They're all still in my head. I have some ideas and some designs, but I haven't implemented them yet."
Meng Xuan scratched his head, staring at Qingshui.
"You're not, like, a time traveler from the future who's just copying answers, are you?"
"No."
Qingshui pursed his lips.
The first half wasn't true.
It wasn't the future; it was another world.
But it was true that he was copying.
But if I can thoroughly understand the content and copy it clearly, then that's my ability, isn't it?
"Alright then. How about this: I'll help you apply for a project with the school later. You can bring your junior students along to be your grunt workers, coding and training data. When these papers come out, first authorship goes to you. Second authorship, you can give to whoever you want. Just leave a bit for me. For the remaining papers, I can be listed as the corresponding author. That way, the chances of getting approved by the reviewers will be higher."
Meng Xuan stood up from his seat, picked up his phone, and sent a few messages on WeChat.
His second-level position was already secure. If he wanted to advance further, these papers would certainly help, but if he wasn't the first author, the help would be there, but not as significant.
However, the sheer inspiration brought by this paper alone had sparked some ideas in him. Perhaps he could produce a few more excellent papers himself.
Of course, they had other things to do now.
"The School of Mathematics sent a message. Let's go, Qingshui, come with me to the School of Mathematics and show off!"
That day, many mathematicians at Kyoto University's School of Mathematics were so busy they barely ate their meals, just taking a few bites before returning to work.
Upon hearing that someone had solved a sub-problem of the Navier-Stokes Equations, many young and middle-aged scholars came to observe, only to be roped into laborious calculations to verify the results.
As a result, anyone passing by the School of Mathematics felt that, as the head of Jingda University's four "madhouses," the School of Mathematics seemed even crazier today. As they walked to the cafeteria, they were muttering calculations to themselves.
To verify Qingshui's calculations in the shortest possible time, these mathematicians divided into several groups. Each group took a section of the calculation process to work on, with some groups even cross-checking each other's calculations.
If the cross-checking groups yielded the same results, and these results also aligned when plugged into the next step of the calculation, then the proof process and answer could be confirmed as correct.
Naturally, there were no problems with the results.
"Little Zhaowang."
Looking at the dozen or so mobile blackboards filled with verification data in front of him, Dean Tian of the School of Mathematics couldn't help but speak.
"Are you interested in transferring from the School of Physics to us? With your Fields Medal-level research achievements, you can directly go through the special talent channel. The associate senior professional title evaluation in October can be specially applied for, and I guarantee you'll pass. Full senior is a bit more troublesome—even with an exceptional promotion, you'd need to publish more high-impact papers and lead some academic projects. But I promise you'll definitely pass. Later, if you're evaluated for the Outstanding Youth Fund, the Yangtze River Quota, or academician status, our School of Mathematics will absolutely give you our full support!"
Dean Tian looked at Qingshui, his eyes practically gleaming.
Twenty-six years old, and already possessing Fields Medal-level mathematical achievements—what kind of concept was that?!
If this year's Fields Medal hadn't already been awarded in July, Qingshui might very well have received the award at 26.
That would have made him the youngest Fields Medalist in history.
Even if he could only win the next Fields Medal four years later, it would still speak volumes.
The mathematical doyen from the neighboring Tsinghua University, who had won the Fields Medal, could serve as a reference.
At the same same age, 26, Shing-Tung Yau solved the famous mathematical problem of the Calabi Conjecture, directly ushering geometry into a new era and pioneering the field of geometric analysis. He went on to achieve numerous significant results and made outstanding contributions in physics.
The old man was truly covered in honors.
And now, their Kyoto University seemed poised to cultivate another Shing-Tung Yau, a world-class talent who could, alongside top mathematicians like Fermat, Fourier, Ramanujan, and Von Neumann, leave his name in history!
"Ahem, no need, no need, Professor Tian. Qingshui is doing perfectly well in our School of Physics. He has many achievements in physics and computer science as well. We're already planning to promote him to associate professor immediately, and he won't be lacking anything he deserves later on. Wouldn't you agree, Dean Xie?"
Meng Xuan immediately stepped forward, pulling the dean of the School of Physics next to him.
"Indeed, indeed, Little Xie, Little Meng is right. He'll certainly be on the list in October."
An old man with a receding hairline quickly took over the conversation, patting Dean Xie's shoulder and winking.
"Yes, yes, Old Meng, and Academician Wang is right."
Professor Xie, who served as the dean of the School of Physics, nodded repeatedly.
He and Academician Wang were the reinforcements Old Meng had brought in.
Anyone making such achievements knew that the old folks in the School of Mathematics would be envious.
But even though Qingshui had produced such mathematical results, he was still a physicist and a computer scientist!
Even if Qingshui was truly a better fit for the School of Mathematics, that wasn't something Meng Xuan could decide. So, Meng Xuan brought in Dean Xie of the School of Physics, who held a higher position.
Dean Xie hadn't yet been elected an academician, but academician elections happened every two years. Although, with his current academic achievements, his election in the next round was a sure thing, Meng Xuan still brought along an old man who was available and influential at the moment.
He and Academician Wang had both taken the time to read Qingshui's other paper. Although neither of them specialized in artificial intelligence, with Meng Xuan, an expert in the field, and their own foundational knowledge, they naturally understood that Qingshui could achieve good results even staying in the School of Physics.
Though... artificial intelligence didn't seem very physical; it was more related to mathematics and computer science...
They wanted to give it a try. They would offer everything they could, and if Qingshui truly indicated that the School of Mathematics was a better fit, they would let him go. However, since Qingshui also had significant achievements in his current field—and according to Meng Xuan, would soon meet the requirements for promotion to associate professor—there was no harm in trying to foster excellence in both physics and mathematics.
Like Chen-Ning Yang and Shing-Tung Yau, both had achieved great success in two fields. Many of the former's methods and conclusions were used by mathematicians, and the latter was once the only person to hold professorships in both physics and mathematics at Harvard University.
For such a talent, the School of Physics' plan was to offer all possible conditions. As for resources in the field of mathematics that they couldn't provide, they would find a way to get them from the School of Mathematics!
A future Fields Medal winner, and still from the same university—wasn't that only right?
"Alright, let's not dwell on those hypotheticals. The person is here, and no one will treat Qingshui poorly. Let's talk about this paper first."
A white-haired old professor suddenly spoke up.
At his words, everyone present immediately quieted down.
"Old Man Jiang, please speak."
Academician Wang said respectfully.
This elderly man, Old Man Jiang, was highly esteemed due to his position and age. In the 1990s, he served as the first dean of the School of Mathematics.
"I've also read this paper, and in the field of partial differential equations, you, Qingshui, are truly exceptional. Your results are absolutely first-rate."
Academician Jiang first affirmed Qingshui's achievements, giving him a thumbs-up.
"Regarding paper publication, I only have one suggestion, and you can decide for yourself. From a professional standpoint, Journal of Differential Geometry and Journal of Partial Differential Equations are the most suitable. However, Acta Mathematica Sinica is also very suitable and has the greatest influence. The usual review time is three to six months, and publication would be at least half a year later. But for significant results of this caliber, they usually prioritize review and publish a special issue or feature.
I recommend the last one because I am one of the reviewers. Although I'm not in the field of partial differential equations, I can call their editorial department to help speed up the process."
"Then Acta Mathematica Sinica it is."
Being able to make a call and speed things up was, of course, a good thing.
"Alright, then we'll leave it at that for now. Remember to quickly upload the paper to arXiv so that colleagues at home and abroad can know and appreciate it as soon as possible. Remember, you wrote this paper yourself, and only your name can be on it. No one else is allowed to have any ulterior motives!"
Academician Jiang emphatically tapped the blackboard, scanned everyone present, and said sternly.
Such top young talent must be protected, and absolutely not pushed out to those with ill intentions!
After leaving the School of Mathematics, Qingshui first uploaded his paper to arXiv.
arXiv is a non-profit international public database where all academic research individuals and organizations can publish their latest research results before their papers are accepted by journals. This not only helps promote their work and increase their influence but also protects their research findings before they are officially published in a journal.
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