The dormitory.
Four Technical Soldiers gathered together, holding their lecture notes and racking their brains, occasionally exchanging whispers.
After being driven out of class by their teachers, they did not sink into despair for long. A soldier who could not even handle this much pressure would have served for nothing. They raced against time and returned to the dormitory to continue studying.
On the way back, someone was even quite optimistic, saying, "We can understand it before lunch. After we eat, we won't miss class in the afternoon."
But now, everyone had studied until their stomachs were rumbling, yet they still had no clue.
The knots between their brows grew tighter and tighter. A hint of dizziness even surfaced in their eyes. The lecture notes in their hands were like a maze—once they entered, they could not find their way out.
"No! I can't take it anymore! I'm going to eat!" one Technical Soldier suddenly stood up.
"Let's go together! I can't take it either!"
"I'm starving to death. My brain's stopped working!"
The four Technical Soldiers stood up and hurried downstairs, rushing toward the Medicine Institute cafeteria.
They chatted as they walked. The trip to the cafeteria was practically everyone's only free time each day, when they could relax a little.
"Did Teacher Song and Teacher Xiang mean that our IQs aren't good enough?"
"It's obvious. The teachers were calling us idiots. Things that seemed simple to them were things we couldn't understand no matter how hard we racked our brains."
"How big do you think the IQ gap between us and the teachers is?"
"Hard to say. The teachers probably have IQs around two hundred, maybe fifty or sixty points higher than ours?"
"Is the gap really that big? If they're fifty or sixty points higher, wouldn't the