An old classmate had gone to all that trouble to write asking for a few questions. Such a simple request had to be fulfilled.
Song He opened a new document on the computer. After a brief moment of thought, his fingers began dancing lightly across the keyboard.
"Ning Zhang Couple, the following questions are far more difficult than what's required for the IMO Competition. Study them thoroughly, and you'll have no problem making the finals. Please work through them carefully."
One question after another appeared on the screen, twisting and turning, each with a bewitching elegance.
For a Grandmaster-level Mathematician, creating ordinary Olympiad Questions was like playing with flowers even with his eyes closed.
Song He's thoughts always couldn't help running wild. He had to repeatedly remind himself not to make the questions absurdly difficult and to account for his old classmates' actual level. Stop!
But as he continued typing, he still couldn't help getting distracted.
Inspiration always came out of nowhere!
Song He's hands suddenly stopped. His expression shifted. First, he vaguely sensed something, then he searched for it with his mind... and seized it!
He snatched up his phone and called Lou Jinghui.
At the laboratory.
Lou Jinghui tiredly finished writing his experiment log and locked it in a drawer.
"Time to clock out! Going home to sleep!" Lou Jinghui let out a long breath, his whole body radiating delight.
"Goodbye, Team Leader Lou!" The white-coated researchers around him looked up to greet him, then lowered their heads and returned to work.
Lou Jinghui sluggishly removed his gloves and Goggles, hung his lab coat in his locker, left the laboratory, and stretched comfortably.
His phone rang the moment he stepped outside. The boss!
"Hello, boss?" Lou Jinghui answered hurriedly.
"Have you clocked out?" Song He's voice was