Four hours later, Song He suddenly stood up and clapped his hands, drawing the attention of all the child prodigies.
"I've discovered a problem with all of you: your communication efficiency is too low!"
"Why is your communication efficiency so low? When many of you describe new hardware that only you understand, you spend ages explaining it with drawings and words. Once everyone finally understands a classmate's new hardware, you take it to the design team and have to explain it all over again. When the teams communicate with one another, you have to repeat the descriptions yet again. Errors are easy to make during this game of telephone. If one person misunderstands something, the error spreads to a whole group, and it takes you forever to correct it."
"Especially when it's the same piece of hardware, different people emphasize different points in their explanations. Even when they emphasize the same points, the order of description is completely different. And even if the order is the same, every student's choice of words is still entirely different... What does this resemble? It's as if each of you speaks a different but similar language, and the longer you talk, the more misunderstandings you create!"
"So you need to popularize Standard Mandarin. In other words, you need a new hardware description language!"
The many child prodigies trembled slightly and exchanged glances, their faces suddenly filled with the expression of people who had grasped everything after a master's guidance.
"No wonder!" Xiang Xiaotong rose and went to the whiteboard, picking up a pen and signaling for the students to erase it. "I knew something felt off. Many students have conceived hardware so far beyond the bounds of imagination that it's completely unrelated to existing computer hardware. That means many students can't use conventional hardware