The laboratory was completely silent.
Song He sat before the computer, data scrolling across the enormous screen.
The data came from the Song Shunlu Team's paper. He processed and analyzed it with intense concentration, even more focused than someone disarming a bomb.
Behind him, a group of white-coated researchers who had stayed out until midnight stood quietly. They were as silent as a group of White Robe ghosts, barely daring to breathe.
Everyone was so nervous they felt like they were about to die. The whole world was watching, and scientifically minded and clueless netizens alike were following the matter. If they messed up now, they would be too ashamed to face their ancestors and might as well drink sulfuric acid!
Suddenly, Song He let out a quiet chuckle!
The team members all jolted and stared eagerly at their leader.
What kind of laugh was that?
A laugh of despair? Excitement? Confusion?
"Everyone can sleep easy now!" Song He rose with a confident smile. "The Song Shunlu Team's data has a problem!"
Everyone's eyes lit up, and the frozen atmosphere came alive.
"Really, boss? That's wonderful!"
"If you're certain, boss, then we can relax!"
"These past few days scared me to death. I couldn't even sleep!"
The crowd was ecstatic, but one old man did not smile: Lu Chengen.
Not only did Lu Chengen fail to smile, but his expression was also grave, as if he wanted to speak but hesitated.
Song He raised a hand, signaling everyone to quiet down, then looked at him questioningly. "Teacher Lü?"
Lu Chengen scratched his aged white hair and spoke cautiously. "Song He, my mathematical abilities have deteriorated badly. I couldn't understand the mathematical sections of either paper, so I can only rely on you."
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