I Will Not Live as a Genius

9. Twenty-three

I was left alone in Professor Park Soo-soo’s lab.

The books and collections I requested last month were arranged neatly in the compartment under the bookshelf according to my height.

The first thing I did was take out a collection of papers and open them.

Because he finished his PhD this summer… It should have been published by now.

ah… ! found!

At the front of the collection was a paper by an author named Hamilton.

Dr. Hamilton has been my doctoral advisor for the past life and was a very warm and human person.

It felt strange to see the first page of a dissertation my doctoral advisor published as he finished his doctorate.

If a time machine could be built and able to travel through time, wouldn’t it feel like this?

Dr. It was Hamilton’s first published paper, and it was the first paper on which the Hamilton-Rich theory appeared.

I knew everything, but I read it carefully from the beginning.

Dr. It was a thesis that stood out for Hamilton’s simple and plain style.

After reading his thesis, as I was about to close the thesis, a familiar name caught my eye on the thesis table of contents.

David McLean.

The moment I saw the name, I frowned without realizing it.

Past Life When I was an assistant professor at Texas State University, I had a very bad relationship with the person who was the head of the mathematics department.

I shook my head and closed the papers.

I took the books and journals from the bookshelf and put them on the desk.

Among them, I put the books I would take home with me in my bag, and opened the rest of the books and journals I would like to leave and began to read through them.

While reading, I focused on memorizing rather than understanding the content.

Because I don’t have much time.

These memorized contents will be reviewed separately when I return home.

I have to make it my own by developing the memorized formula in an empty notebook from the beginning.

Two and a half hours later, Professor Park Bosu-soo, who had finished the lecture, returned to the lab, and after a while, the major’s older sister knocked on the lab door.

I said hello to Professor Park and went out of the math department building with my sister.

The older sister smiled brightly as if she was in a good mood.

“I’ll buy you something delicious for dinner. Jung-ho, did I say you like bulgogi last time?”

“Yes, I like bulgogi.”

“OK! Today, my sister makes delicious bulgogi!”

The major’s sister and I went into a restaurant near campus, looked at the menu, and she asked.

“What do you want to eat? beef bulgogi? Pork bulgogi?”

“It’s beef bulgogi. Pork bulgogi is spicy and not good.”

“Is not it? Bulgogi is beef bulgogi! Our Jeong-ho knows how to eat bulgogi! haha!”

After finishing the order, the major sister said.

“Thanks to Jung-ho today, my sister got a perfect score for her assignment!”

It seemed like he was talking about a problem he had solved on the subway.

I only gave a little hint, and in fact, it was my sister who solved the problem.

“Congratulations. By the way… Is this something to celebrate?”

“then! Of course! Among the students in the class, I was the only one who got a perfect score.”

A wide smile spread across her face as she spoke, and I was also smiling after her without realizing it.

“So you showed me how this older sister solved it in front of other people! I even got applause from the professor. haha! This is all thanks to you!”

My sister reached out and grabbed my cheek and continued talking.

“Aww— You’re pretty! We just want to bite our Jeongho tight.”

But this older sister’s excited expression is sincere.

I hope it doesn’t really break?

So, having dinner near the campus of Korea University, my sister and I went home by subway.

I fell asleep in the rattling subway without realizing it, with the satisfaction of finding the book and thesis collection I had been waiting for for a month, and the feeling of fullness that filled my stomach with my favorite beef bulgogi.

* * *

The major pondered for a moment whether to wake Jeong-ho, who was asleep, but he shook his head when he saw Jeong-ho’s deeply asleep face.

The major, who climbed out of the subway station with Jeong-ho on his back, headed to the Senior Citizens’ Hall located at the entrance of the neighborhood.

An old man who recognized the major at the entrance to the Senior Citizens’ Hall entered the building, and after a while the major’s grandmother came out.

“Grandma, please take this.”

said the old man who was handed Jeong-ho’s backpack.

“Ouch! What’s in your bag that makes it so heavy? and… Who’s the kid on his back?”

“phew—. It’s better now.”

Grandma asked the Major again with a suspicious look.

“Who is this kid?”

“Lower your voice. Jung-ho will wake up.”

“Jung-ho?”

“Yes, it is our advisor’s nephew.”

When the major finished explaining that he would take Jeong-ho to school once a month, Grandma looked at Jeong-ho’s face and muttered.

“her—. bastard… Oh yeah… .”

Jung-ho’s mother was waiting for him outside the apartment.

Jeong-ho’s mother, who found the major carrying Jeong-ho, approached her one step at a time.

“Hello, mother.”

“Thank you, Major, every time. First take this While I was cooking, I prepared a little generously. But who is this?”

“You are my grandmother.”

After greeting each other, Jeong-ho’s mother received Jeong-ho and carried it on her back, and received Jeong-ho’s bag from her grandmother.

said the major.

“Jeong-ho’s bag is very heavy. It must be difficult, but come on in. We will go too.”

The major and the major’s grandmother walked under the streetlights of the apartment complex.

The major’s grandmother opened her mouth.

“The child’s face was unusual.”

“Are you Jung-ho?”

Grandma nodded and said.

“I am not a typical person. You should not belittle them as children and treat them harshly.”

The major remembered finishing the assignment today with Jung-ho’s help.

She nodded and said.

“Okay, right. I don’t think Jung-ho really is an ordinary child.”

“How do you know that?”

“It happened today.”

“okay? What’s going on?”

The Major shook his head with a serious expression.

“You can’t say that. I promised to keep it a secret with Jung-ho.”

At the Major’s words, the old woman clicked her tongue briefly as if pathetic.

“Bring me home later when you have time. I need to serve you some delicious food. Next time we meet, ask what kind of food you like.”

“You like bulgogi! Beef Bulgogi!”

Grandma turned her head to look at the major, then clicked her tongue again and said.

“Ttttttt… When the hell are you going to grow up?”

“No, Grandma! I’m not asking you to make beef bulgogi because I like it!”

“Okay, bitch! I’ll also serve beef bulgogi, so ask what kind of food you like.”

“grandmother! It’s not really like that!”

* * *

Time has passed.

And the world I live in was no different from the world I lived in before.

1993.

The Soviet Union collapsed two years ago, Korea established diplomatic ties with China last year, and a civilian government was established earlier this year.

And I became a sixth grader at public school.

Everything is the same except that he has grown taller and his voice is a little thicker.

After school, I still came home with Yeong-mi, and when I got home, I went into my room and wrote down the formulas I had put together in my head as if vomiting it out in my notebook.

At first, I was not used to this method, but now I am able to develop quite a number of formulas in my head.

I made my own memorization method, but first I need an empty space on the blackboard.

While the teacher writes on the blackboard and explains, I fill in the blank space with my own formulas.

Of course, you fill in the formula with your imagination.

If the teacher writes on the place where I have written the formula in my imagination, the formula I was developing in my head gets twisted and I have to start over from the beginning.

So the method I developed is called ‘Screenshot’.

Of course, the name ‘Screenshot’ is something I came up with, and when the blank blackboard is filled with formulas to some extent, I look at the filled blackboard for a moment.

It feels like taking a picture.

Of course, the actual blackboard is clean because the formula was written with imagination.

In any case, it is not memorizing the contents of the blackboard as a formula, but inputting it into the head as an image.

As I got used to this ‘screenshot’ method, my observation skills improved noticeably without me even realizing it.

In particular, it was felt that the ability to observe and analyze visual images greatly improved.

When he added his innate memorization skills to his keen observation skills, small changes occurred in his life.

When I quietly close my eyes or lay down to sleep, it has become common for images that I have saved in the past to come to mind without my knowledge.

The images that come to mind are not just the contents of the formula development.

Many images I see in my daily life were taken as screenshots and left in my mind without me knowing.

There were times when I couldn’t sleep until late because of the images that flowed like a projector, but it didn’t feel uncomfortable or bad.

ah… ! Back to the Riemann hypothesis… Has much progress been made in the proof of the Riemann hypothesis?

There have been few significant achievements in the last five years.

It feels like stepping back and forth.

But since I started knowing it would be that difficult, I am not disappointed.

Well… To be honest… The possibility that the Riemann hypothesis will be solved in this life is extremely slim.

If there is only hope, if we can be reborn without losing the memories of this life in the next life, and repeat the regression about 10 times, then we may see the end of the Riemann hypothesis.

Therefore, the Riemann hypothesis is a difficult problem.

Perhaps this is why I chose the Riemann hypothesis five years ago.

Even if you fail, it will be a good challenge.

Today’s classroom was quiet for some reason… Incheol’s seat is empty.

It’s only lunchtime that you realize this… .

blower.

Incheol’s nickname

In-cheol was a child who not only talked a lot, but also played harsh jokes with the children around him with a hoarse voice that had already started his metamorphosis.

It wasn’t that he had a bad heart or that he had a crooked personality.

And his sense of humor isn’t bad either.

perhaps… It could be that it matches my man’s gag code… t… .

Anyway, probably because it was still the beginning of the semester, the children did not ask the teacher about In-cheol, and the teacher did not say anything special about In-cheol’s absence.

As I was leaving the school gate after school, I saw a woman handing out flyers in front of the school gate.

She also handed me a leaflet, and in the center of the leaflet was a large picture of Incheol.

It was reported that In-cheol went missing last weekend.