A thousand miles away, Wudaokou Vocational and Technical College, five in the afternoon.
On the podium, the white-haired old professor tapped the blackboard and lectured on without pause.
"Not all tuning curves follow a Gaussian profile. Some tuning curves appear as monotonic functions..."
"For example, neurons in the fish medulla represent eye position as a linear function corresponding to the rate of horizontal research position..."
Suddenly, the old professor looked toward a spot in the classroom. His gaze sharpened as he pushed up his glasses.
"Looks like someone is daydreaming in class?"
"It's the last class. Can't you listen properly?"
"Now I'll randomly call on someone to answer about a case of tuning curves that doesn't follow a Gaussian profile!"
"Fan Tao!"
The entire class instantly turned around to look at the back row. They might not have known who the other students were, but everyone knew the class beauty.
The fair-skinned girl with foxlike eyes stood up, her expression faintly arrogant. "Monkey Visual Cortex!"
"Explain it in more detail!" the professor on the podium said.
"The image disparity between the two retinas of a monkey when perceiving depth shows gradually increasing firing around the minimum firing peak." Fan Tao added, "It's almost an inverse Gaussian curve!"
"Good, I'll count that as passing. Don't whisper to your deskmate." The professor cleared his throat and continued the lecture.
Fan Tao sat down, baring her teeth in irritation. She turned toward the boy beside her and muttered, "Why did the teacher call on me instead of you?"
Zuo Gaoming stared at the blackboard and crooked his mouth. "Because whenever I talk to you, I never turn my head. You're always turning yours toward me, so the teacher thinks you're the one constantly bothering me."
Fan Tao was so angry that smoke seemed