The laboratory walls had once again begun to be covered with data sheets.
In just five days, the data sheets spread from one corner of the wall to half its surface. Five days later, the entire wall was covered in white data sheets. They fluttered endlessly in the air-conditioning breeze, resembling a crazily growing wall of albino ivy.
Song He and Lou Jinghui were responsible for analyzing the data. The two stood with their arms crossed before the rustling wall, scanning the data with wide eyes from morning to night. Every few hours, they would pause to discuss something, while spending the remaining time doing frantic mental calculations.
"Boss, I feel like your mathematical abilities have gotten even stronger since the last time we met—and not just by a little." After a few days, Lou Jinghui could not help saying, "Is it just my imagination?"
"It's not that I've gotten stronger. You've gotten worse. Have you been studying math properly?" Song He decisively made him reflect on himself.
It was perfectly normal for Lou Jinghui to feel that way. The last time they had worked together, their workload had been split three to seven. Lou Jinghui had been able to handle thirty percent of the data sheets. This time, however, the ratio had become one to nine, with Song He analyzing ninety percent of them!
The two of them constantly directed the team members to change their approach. At the same time, they tore dozens of data sheets from the wall every day and had the research teams replace them with completely new ones.
After several days, the discarded data sheets had filled three large crates!
The veteran members of the experimental team had long since grown accustomed to such scenes. They only worried that the boss and Team Leader