Xiang Xiaotong furrowed her brow for a long while, then suspiciously raised her head to look at him. "Are you messing with me?"
"The third-to-last page of the Dewitt Cipher Book," Song He said.
Xiang Xiaotong froze. She lifted her face and searched her memories, her expression gradually filling with shock. "It can actually be this similar?!"
"If we iterate one more ball upward, it becomes the contents of the Dewitt Cipher Book!" Song He said. "Yang Yu stopped after writing this ball because she couldn't calculate any further. We'll calculate it."
Song He pulled a folding phone from his pocket, unfolded it into a small tablet, and placed it on the table. Xiang Xiaotong also took out her phone and unfolded it into a tablet. The two tablets were joined together, forming a conjoined calculator.
The two of them got busy, launching professional mathematical software and beginning to calculate the Devil Work Ball.
The scene looked remarkably like two pianists playing a four-hand piece. Their long-term academic partnership had given them absolute rapport. It wasn't just their tablets that had been joined together—their two brains seemed to have merged as well, sending the calculations racing forward at a fervent speed!
At eight in the evening, students gradually began raising their hands to hand in their papers.
Every student who handed in their paper was drenched in sweat and looked utterly drained. A full day of high-intensity exams had exhausted them physically. The final exam in particular had been both difficult and packed with questions, making it an absolute ordeal!
On the podium, the two principals were also covered in sweat, but their four busy hands never stopped calculating. Tap, tap, they continued without pause.
At eight-thirty, Song He suddenly let out a long breath. "We calculated it."
"It should