Qiao Dou Dou knew how to make one's blood pressure soar, luckily, it also knew how to make one quiet without a peep.
Qiao Ze really despised Dou Dou's application in scientific research assistance, considering Dou Dou's efficiency too low.
But for others, such as the second mathematician who was helped by Dou Dou in a certain sense, Camille Dubois, she was astonished by Dou Dou's efficiency.
Give it a theorem and a rough idea, it could actually help derive the entire proof process.
Keep in mind this is a deduction in mathematics, not the generation of an article; every step must be very rigorous, but Dou Dou managed to do well.
Camille Dubois felt that she suddenly understood why Qiao Ze could be so efficient, but just as she thought she understood the reason for Qiao Ze's efficiency, a sentence popped up by Qiao Dou Dou silenced her again.
"You also think I'm quite useful, right? But my dad always feels that my efficiency is too low and is unwilling to use me for these auxiliary tasks, sigh... it's so annoying, Dou Dou can only seek a sense of presence elsewhere."
"Professor Qiao thinks your efficiency is too low? Please tell me, how long does it take him to prove a theorem?"
"Between five to ten minutes? Of course, it's just an estimated value based on past papers, like the proof process of two important theorems in the Goldbach conjecture paper, including the proof of preliminary lemmas, took only a total of 2 hours and 3 minutes."
Seeing this simple sentence pop up in the email, Camille Dubois felt as if her worldview was being overturned.
She did not know how historical mathematicians like Gauss and Riemann effortlessly came up with all kinds of mathematical concepts, but referring to Dou Dou's response, she had a sudden epiphany.
Mathematical talent is probably the most unreasonable thing in this world.
Once the logical ability for numerical analysis reaches a certain level, the human brain will be a more formidable existence than computers.
This world is too unfair; it's one thing for a group of people to divide people into different classes based on wealth, but God is also partial, using talent and intelligence to divide people into different classes, which is obviously more terrifying.
The path of the former is no matter how dead, there are still gaps for going against fate and changing one's destiny.
But for innate talents, if you can't compete, you just can't. It's like a math problem; if you don't know how to do it, you simply don't, and wracking your brains is useless.
"Stop telling me this, I know there's a huge gap between Professor Qiao and me, you don't need to keep reminding me over and over."
"But you and my dad were awarded the Crafoord Prize in the same year, which means in the eyes of many judges, your abilities are not far apart."
"Enough! I've said I won't go to receive the award."
"But you haven't told the public you will reject the award."
"That's because I've asked the institute to make an announcement."
"But Juxier Research Institute hasn't made an announcement either."
Camille Dubois took a deep breath, feeling her blood pressure was a bit uncontrollable.
She really wanted to delete the email plugin embedded with Dou Dou from her computer, yet she couldn't bear to do so; after all, it was very useful.
She was not sure whether such an autonomous computer program could still be used after being uninstalled and then reinstalled.
After hesitating for two seconds, Camille Dubois made a choice: "Alright, you win!"
After speaking, she picked up the phone.
"Hello, Professor Pierre, I want to know why the institute has not yet announced that I have decided to decline the Crafoord Prize."
"Oh, Camille, haven't you been aware of some things happening in the outside world lately?"
"Yes, how to put it... um, some recordings have been released, and some of my old friends are now in difficulty, it's indeed not a good time, I think we can handle this matter more discreetly…"
Camille Dubois fell silent.
Although she didn't pay attention to those messy things in the outside world, she had heard about some of them; after all, the institute was only so big, and colleagues would talk, she just chose not to dwell on it, but now it seemed inevitable.
"Then I'll announce it myself."
"I have my difficulties, Professor Pierre, I hope you can understand. Although I have no intention of getting involved in the status dispute between the two awards, I really don't want others to compare me with that professor from Huaxia anymore. Please understand that I want to conclude this matter as soon as possible." Camille Dubois said firmly.
"I understand, of course, what did I say earlier? The institute will definitely Enjoy reading on NovelHub - your free online novel platform. And I'm very sorry..."
"No need, I know your difficulties, goodbye, Professor Pierre."
After hanging up the phone, Camille Dubois directly opened Facebook. Although she didn't have many fans, most were friends from the mathematics community.
"Here is a notice for everyone, I will decline this year's Crafoord Prize, for a simple reason: I have realized that my contributions to the field of mathematics are nothing compared to Professor Qiao's. Lastly, I would like to thank the Crafoord Prize judges for their favor, that's all."
After editing this message and hitting the send button, Camille Dubois suddenly felt relieved.
At least this matter was at an end as far as she was concerned.
She completely ignored the comments on Facebook and put down her phone.
"Alright, this matter is settled now, please don't make any more comparisons between me and your father, we can now focus on work."