The caller was Yuan Tiangang. Song He picked up his phone, and the voice on the other end was clearly somewhat excited as well.
"Dean, the prototype has shown some improvement. The design we originally thought was the least likely to work has produced results! I'll send you the details to take a look!"
"But we've also run into a problem. We can't solve the mathematical difficulties, so we'd like to ask for your help!"
A file sent by Yuan Tiangang popped up in the lower-right corner of the computer. As Song He accepted it, he replied, "No problem! The Calculation Mainframe has just met the requirements, so all that's left is your Consciousness Mainframe. I have time to help you calculate it! I'll take a look at the plan first. You should get some rest. I can tell from your voice that you're exhausted!"
"I haven't slept for two days. I'm going to catch up on sleep right away. Thank you, Dean!"
The call ended. The husband and wife exchanged a glance and sighed helplessly.
As soon as one problem was settled, another popped up. The two of them were keeping watch here, while the students in the Calculation Mainframe Group were going to bed early and rising early as usual. Meanwhile, the Consciousness Mainframe Group, far away, had gone two days without sleep. Raising children really wasn't easy.
When they opened the file, the sheer volume of its contents startled them. In theory, even if a small prototype were taken apart and examined piece by piece, there shouldn't be much to it. Yet the file Yuan Tiangang had sent was practically the size of an aircraft carrier design proposal!
"We won't be able to finish reading it anytime soon. Let's go downstairs and take a look at No.