She discovered that some things couldn't be solved by concentrating. If you didn't know, you didn't know—even if you glared hard enough to bore through the paper, you still wouldn't know!
Song He was writing even faster beside her, sheets of data flying past one after another.
After a while, Song He finished reading an entire line and moved over to where Xiang Xiaotong was sitting.
"Teacher, we've been at it for ages. Don't tell me you haven't found anything?" Song He glanced at her.
"You found a whole bunch of things?" Xiang Xiaotong nervously peeked at him.
"Obviously!" Song He waved the paper in his hand, which was nearly full. "I found more than thirty minor patterns. This kind of work is as easy as drinking water."
"I'm screwed!" Xiang Xiaotong wailed miserably and handed him the data sheet in her hand.
"Don't be so devastated, Teacher. Accepting your own mediocrity is the first lesson in how adults embrace the world." Song He consoled her casually and continued burying his head in the data sheets.
Xiang Xiaotong was seething with resentment. Her former student had now climbed onto her head, and he was actually comforting her to accept her own mediocrity!
Her unwillingness to lose kicked in. She rapidly read through the data sheets scattered across the floor, desperately trying to find something valuable!
After a long while, her eyes suddenly lit up!
"I found a feature wave!" Xiang Xiaotong exclaimed in delight.
"Which one?" Song He quickly crawled over.
"This one. Look, it..."
"Feature Wave No. 8." Song He didn't listen. He pulled out a sheet of paper and slapped it down in front of her.
The paper was densely covered with feature waves. The one Xiang Xiaotong had just found was clearly Feature Wave No. 8, which