"My condition isn't good." Xie Kefu looked dejected. "After staying up until now, I only have three new conjectures. There's no way I can beat Jinling Institute of Technology, so I came to ask about your progress."
"I haven't made any progress yet." Song He smiled bitterly. "I haven't broken through the bottleneck period. It'll take at least a few more days before I can produce any results."
"Then what do we do? We'll be crushed by Jinling Institute of Technology tomorrow!" Xie Kefu cried out in despair.
"We'll have to count on the other students." Song He sighed.
Xie Kefu left dejectedly. He clearly didn't believe in the other students from the School of Mathematics. After all, Jinling Institute of Technology had overwhelmingly better students than Jinghai University. The difference in strength was enormous, and miracles weren't that easy to create.
Song He climbed into bed and fell into a deep sleep.
At half past two, he woke up.
He returned to the computer desk and unconsciously glanced at his phone. The pitch-black phone sensed his gaze and automatically lit up, displaying its screen saver and several unread messages.
His breathing suddenly stopped!
Professor Ma: "Brain-Mimicking Programming isn't something that can be used casually. It's a strategic-level resource. You haven't joined the internal organization yet, so giving it to you wouldn't comply with the rules."
Professor Ma: "But you've made contributions, so an exception can be made. There's a test below. Do your best to pass."
Professor Ma: "The test is very difficult. Someone in the organization bet that you can't pass, while I bet that you can. Don't disappoint me! I've put money on this!"
An anonymous link quietly lay on the phone screen.
Song He took a deep breath. It seemed there was a chance, provided he