Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 57

Frankie stared at his phone, the words familiar yet strung together in a way that seemed to mock his understanding.

Lost in thought for too long, his thick framed glasses slid down his nose before he caught them with a single hand, nudging them back into place with a practiced push. Squinting, he looked at the screen once more.

Frankie, a znan in his sixties, face etched with lines of time and fingers trembling slightly, deleted his meticulously typed message to replace it with a less certain reply, “Are you pulling my leg?”

An eighteen–year–old girl proving Batra’s Conjecture? It seemed about as likely as a piglet winning at the Kentucky Derby

LearnLover replied, “What?”

LearnLover continued, ‘What’s your email?”

Frankie composed himself and sent his email address. Then, setting down his phone, he waited in silence.

Patience, he reminded himself.

Over the years, there had been many claims of proving Batra’s Conjecture, only to fall apart under scrutiny. riddled with errors. Perhaps this girl was just another wild goose chase.

He took a deep breath. About five minutes later, a reminder from his computer announced the arrival of an email, his phone lighting up in tandem.

LearnLover said, ‘I sent it. Did you get it?‘

Frankie asked, half in disbelief, “Do you even know what you’ve proven?”

Perhaps she didn’t understand the magnitude of the conjecture in the mathematics.

LearnLover replied, “Batra’s Conjecture. It was tough, sure. I had it half done when you first reached out. With this last week, it took me about twenty days total.

Frankie was dumbfounded.

any idea how many had spent their lifetimes without cracking it?

With

hope, Frankie replied, “Alright, I’ll take a

proofs, binding them in order before turning to the first

longer, noticing Mathster had yet to reply. With ten minutes left before class ended, she pulled out

the math club, watched her with a mix of curiosity and concern. He’d been researching Batra’s Conjecture and realized she’d attempted to prove it. She must have given up

You shouldn’t bite off more than you can chew Better to focus

and quickened her pace to leave.

270 points as a sophomore last year! Moreover, he won the first prize in the National League last year. If he hadn’t had a physical problem

thought he was noisy, picked up her books quickly, and walked out with her arms.

physics class. At the sight of Hanley. she

was already downstairs and out of earshot as Juliana caught Hanley’s attention. He turned to her, sheepishly shifting the conversation, “I heard

forced a smile, her

aback, “But why? I heard Stanton took on a new student.

never had proper schooling or friends. I let her have

relieved, Hanley accompanied her back to class, murmuring, “Just as I thought,

tightened her fingers around her physics workbook, but she kept silent,

assumptions

spot in the National League? Keen’s leading the polls, then some guy from out of

being the national champion made Juliana scoff, “National champion is not a title easily won. Cordelia’s too

Lost in t

glanced toward the last row where Cordelia packed her bag. Memories flooded back when he was the math wunderkind. Now the talk had shifted to national glory.

“Td say it’s a long

books, Hanley couldn’t help but watch her go, a flicker of doubt in

his mind.

could surprise them

competition. Only the top whiz would be plucked from the ranks to compete in the National League showdown. Everyone else, despite being dubbed first–rate, might as well have been runner–ups. What did it matter if you weren’t the one crowned champion?