Half past midnight.
Song He sat in front of the computer, rapidly tapping the keyboard and entering mathematical models one after another.
Behind him stood a thick wall of people. Dozens of white-coated researchers held their breath and waited in silence.
Everyone looked more nervous than the last, as if the thing in front of them wasn't a computer but a delivery room, with their own wives inside giving birth!
A handful of team members with especially poor mental fortitude had gone pale around the lips. If bad news came, they might faint on the spot.
Finally, Song He entered the last small mathematical model and hit Enter!
The Mini Supercomputer hummed. Massive calculations were completed in just a few seconds, and pages of results popped up!
It was like the doors to an operating room opening. The people who had waited for so long surged forward, craning their necks toward the screen. The uproar immediately exploded:
"Stop pushing!"
"Move over! We can't see from the back!"
"How is it? Is it right? Is it right?"
"Fuck, don't shove! You'll crush the boss!"
The instant the results appeared on the screen, Song He felt an immense force slam into his back. He was nearly crushed hard enough to vomit blood. Then countless heads stretched over from every direction. The scene was utterly absurd!
He hammered the desk. "Do you even understand what you're looking at?"
The crowded researchers in white coats came to their senses and obediently backed away. Song He finally managed to catch his breath, feeling utterly speechless. These subordinates were really Pigsy-like! Should he replace the team?
He turned toward the screen, and his gaze suddenly sharpened as he moved the mouse to inspect the data.
A moment later, Song He took a deep breath and announced