The photo was a selfie of Xiang Xiaotong.
Her beautiful hair had clearly been viciously clawed at, hanging messily over her face like seaweed, making her look like a bedraggled Sadako.
Her eyes showed through the strands. Her gaze was dull, like that of a mentally ill person whose consciousness had scattered after suffering a shock, yet a trace of madness was hidden in her vacant pupils.
"Teacher, are you all right?" Song He asked, alarmed.
"I'm so mad I could die!" Xiang Xiaotong replied.
"What happened, Teacher?" Song He looked at the background of the photo. A thick layer of scratch paper covered the floor like snow. "Is the Brain-Mimicking Supercomputer difficult to build?"
"I want to take a club into the street, knock a few people unconscious, drag them back, dig out their brains, and stuff them into the supercomputer!" Xiang Xiaotong said.
"Don't be like this, Teacher. Calm down, calm down!" Song He urged. "Good things come hard. You're incredibly talented, Teacher. The difficulties are only temporary."
"You traitor, Song He!" Xiang Xiaotong suddenly flew into a rage and scolded him. "Traitor, traitor, traitor!"
"Unjustly accused! Your humble subordinate has always been loyal and devoted. I'm your number-one faithful hound!" Song He replied helplessly. "What did I do to make you accuse me like this?"
"If you don't come, I won't even have anyone to discuss things with. My superiors sent several assistants over, but they're all useless. They can't even understand simple mathematical problems!" Xiang Xiaotong replied. "I'm working here all alone. It's unbearable!"
Song He laughed. "Teacher, you're a Chen Prize winner, someone only one step away from the Fields Medal. Where am I supposed to find so many mathematicians at your level? It's not that their abilities are lacking—the problem is that your level