At three in the afternoon, the sound of tearing paper gradually grew sparse, and the rhythm of passing notes slowed as well. The note stations began to suffer traffic jams one after another.
Quite a few Child Prodigies could no longer keep up the fight. After concentrating for hours, their eyes gradually wavered. Their laziness finally broke through its seal, and one after another they exited their learning state, reaching up to rub their faces and putting on expressions of agony.
"Uh-oh, I'm starting to feel the intensity of the Holiday Class!"
"The sleepiness is kicking in. Who brought instant coffee? Lend me a stick to chew on!"
"It's not even dark yet, and we're already exhausted. What are we going to do when the night battle starts? If this keeps up, we'll fall behind!"
"No, no, no, stay awake. The teachers only assigned us a few hundred questions a day. We were the ones insisting on doing them by the thousand. We're still way ahead of schedule!"
"Are we really going to follow the dean's suggestion and take five or six months to finish the class? At this rate, won't completing the supercomputer assignment take until the Year of the Monkey?"
"If we finish these two new sets of questions within two days, we can definitely finish the class several months early. What are we afraid of? I'm afraid we'll work ourselves to death finishing them, only to find more questions waiting for us afterward!"
"Can't be, right? The dean said victory was just around the corner! Surely that wasn't just Quench Thirst with Plums, right?"
"I don't think so. These questions are complicated enough. Brain-Mimicking Supercomputer is a technology with a very short history, so how complicated could it be? Once we finish these two sets, we'll definitely