Song He's dormitory.
The walls were plastered with data sheets, and the floor was covered in draft paper. The entire room was white, as if it had just weathered a blizzard.
Song He and Xiang Xiaotong sat cross-legged on the floor, computers in their left hands and paper and pens in their right. The teacher and student busily calculated back and forth, their pace so fast it was dizzying.
"Teacher, I don't get it. I was clearly the first to score a kill, and I'm more famous than Ke Anlan, right? So why isn't anyone following me? Do young people these days have no fighting spirit at all?"
"Fools. They don't understand mathematics, and they don't understand Brain-Mimicking Programming. What could they do by following you?"
Song He was startled. Damn, she's right. Advanced mathematics wasn't something everyone knew. How had he failed to think of such a simple reason?
The poll results in the group were simple and brutal. Only Song He and Teacher Xiang had chosen to work on Mathematical No. 6. Everyone else had flocked to Practical No. 6.
Song He lowered his head and calculated for a while longer before suddenly remembering something. "Didn't you say you wanted Xie Yuanxun to join the project team too? I've been so busy these past few days that I've lost track. How is he doing?"
"Qi Conglong snatched him away. He's gone to play the villain for us." Xiang Xiaotong said, "The Red Army Brigade has a hive too. He's their technical adviser, and he'll be going to the battlefield with the army in a few days."
Song He smiled. Black Glasses really was capable of something like that—dragging Xie Yuanxun off to work like an ox. Xie Yuanxun would surely complain bitterly, but he would definitely get the