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.

many had spent their

With

hope, Frankie replied, “Alright, I’ll take a look.”

of draft proofs, binding them in order before

ten minutes left before class

the math club, watched her with a mix of curiosity and concern. He’d been researching Batra’s Conjecture and realized she’d

brotherly tone, “Batra’s Conjecture isn’t kid’s stuff. You shouldn’t bite off more than you can chew Better to focus on

indifferent, and quickened

“You can’t underestimate others in the National League. Do you know the first place in the Galaxy Math Whiz Competition last year? He got 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 and didn’t go to the winter camp, he might have been accepted by the Top Crest Academy now, and he would be Keen of our province. And don’t underestimate Jake. Although he didn’t do

noisy, picked up her books quickly, and walked

still trying to ramble Juliana came out of physics class. At the sight

the conversation, “I heard Mr. Stanton visited you for an assessment. With

a smile, her voice a whisper,

why? I heard Stanton took on a new

head. “It’s Jay She seemed so lonely and never had proper schooling or friends. I let her have

relieved, Hanley accompanied her back to class, murmuring, “Just as I thought, Cordelia, raised in an orphanage, wouldn’t know how

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

assumptions

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

national champion made Juliana scoff, “National champion is not a title easily won. Cordelia’s too green. What do you

Lost in t

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

turned back, “Td say it’s

Hanley couldn’t

his mind.

maybe, she could surprise them all.

for the statewide math competition. Only the top whiz would be plucked from the ranks to compete in the National League showdown. Everyone

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