A moment later, a reply came.
Yu Anbang: "No! Teacher Xiang Xiaotong said it was theoretically possible, but extremely difficult to carry out in practice."
Yu Anbang: "Song He, every second counts in the Designated Selection. Think carefully about what you want to do. Don't spend a huge amount of time betting on something with such a low probability of success."
Song He did not reply again. He locked his phone and stubbornly lowered his head to continue flipping through the textbook.
To be fair, Teacher Yu's advice had been painstaking and heartfelt. As an explosives expert, he certainly hoped that a program capable of automatically analyzing explosives data would appear. Yet he had given up on the program and urged his junior fellow student to focus on pursuing his future!
Song He still decided to create the program.
He knew the difficulty, of course, but Xiang Xiaotong's words—"theoretically possible"—were enough!
"Pssh! Pssh! Pssh!"
The soft sounds of inhaling oxygen came one after another. After a brief rest, Song He's brain began running at full power once more!
Thoughts flashed like lightning through his brain cells, with a single spark igniting tens of thousands of electric arcs!
The final few pages of knowledge from the You Deyi School were forcibly squeezed out of the textbook bit by bit and absorbed into Song He's mind without a trace left behind.
At last, a system notification appeared.
Mathematics Progress detected, rising from Platinum Level 18 to Platinum Level 19!
Almost at the same time, Song He let out a long, clear breath. He took out a sheet of scratch paper and, following the explosives data appended to the textbook, rapidly calculated with the new school.
The extensive calculations quickly filled the entire page. As he wrote, he simultaneously checked his