Zhou Li took the draft.
While the long formulas didn't pose a problem for him, he couldn't understand what was written on the draft.
There was no logic!
Even though he recognized everything written down, he couldn't understand them strung together.
It was like reading an old poem where the first line was "When Weeding in the Midday Sun," and then it suddenly switched to "the eldest is misunderstood in sorrow".
Both were in verse, yet they had no connection to each other.
On some drafts, it was even stranger. The first line was "Moonlight in Front of the Bed" and then it switched abruptly to "four machines, mandarin ducks woven ready to fly together".
At this point, Zhou Li was more certain of Zhao Yi's mental health problem.
Meanwhile.
Yu Zhen began to initiate conversation with Zhao Yi, "Old Zhou told me, are you trying to prove the Goldbach Conjecture with a second method?"
"Yes."