"What did you understand?" Xiang Xiaotong asked blankly.
Song He was intensely excited. He could not wait to get out of bed, so he grabbed the laptop in front of Teacher Song, sat at the desk, and flew across the keyboard with all ten fingers, entering command after command!
As he typed, his hands occasionally drifted off course, forcing him to repeatedly backspace and delete.
After drifting off several times in a row, Song He was a little bewildered. Normally, his hands were as nimble as a top pianist's when he worked. Why were they refusing to obey him today? It was as if each finger had a mind of its own.
His head was also throbbing faintly. He sniffed the foul air he exhaled and finally remembered that he had drunk too much. The alcohol had not completely worn off.
With a helpless smile, Song He continued typing and clicking the mouse diligently, rapidly modifying the Brain-like Chip framework on the screen.
Xiang Xiaotong could not bear to watch. "Stop typing. Go to sleep first. You need to rest and sober up after drinking so much."
"You can't stop inspiration once it arrives! I need to write while I have the inspiration!" Song He's face was filled with delight, like someone who had casually bought a lottery ticket and won the jackpot. "I understand the thrill you felt when you comprehended the Dao in your dreams. It's practically divine revelation! But don't worry, I won't suffer a Cultivation Deviation."
"This plan of yours won't work." Xiang Xiaotong said helplessly, "You'll push yourself to exhaustion, only to discover in the end that it was all for nothing. You should get some proper rest now."
"It won't work? How could it not work?" Song He asked. "Teacher, where do you think