After soothing Zhang Yingying—ah no, after the experimental proof of "natural collapse"—the "cheat-style demonstration experiment" restarted, and the experimental progress suddenly accelerated. Correspondingly, the displayed configurations and the grander framework structures became increasingly rich and were replaced more and more frequently.
Faced with such a high-information-volume lesson, some people gnashed their teeth, some people were intoxicated, some people secretly rejoiced, but in the eyes of a certain individual—cough, to put it clearly, in Zhang Yingying's eyes—Ronan looked somewhat...
Blackened!
Having entered the experimental state, Ronan was like a cruel creator, mobilizing the countless possibilities of the sand community, cultivating them into near-life reactions, yet stamping them out one by one as if crushing ants.
Retaining only a few possible branches, he would once again let go, making the "vitality" in the sand pit manifest once more, only to obliterate it again once a certain degree was reached. Cycle after cycle, he allowed the configuration framework he needed to continuously strengthen and "breed".
Well, Zhang Yingying knew that this was a very normal artificial selection experimental approach, widely applied in multiple scientific research fields. Moreover, Ronan's operations from beginning to end were very calm, precise, and on point, with absolutely no excessive behavior violating scientific ethics...
Yet, yet wasn't she a culture dish?!
All the simulated spirituality products appearing in the "sand pit"—even temporary ones—didn't she pour her heart and emotions into them?
Sometimes, rationality is completely worthless in front of emotion. Zhang Yingying endured round after round, until in the end she simply couldn't hold back anymore and started arguing with Ronan...
Unilaterally.
"Have you had enough? I think this one is already pretty good."
"Still no? You've already wiped out thirty rounds!"
"Don't you have the answer? Can't you just copy it over from the first round?"
"Hey, are