Chapter 349 Fog's New Illusion: The Computer Genius Who Came Back from the Dead—Blank

"The competition rankings will now be announced..."

The host's voice rang out, quickly drawing everyone's attention.

"The third place winner is 'Darkly' from country M."

Country M?

The audience members who were waiting to mock China looked at each other in bewilderment upon hearing this.

Shouldn't China have gotten third place?

What ability or qualifications do they have to take second place?!

Until now.

Westerners remain arrogant, believing that a backward China could never surpass the United States.

Although the work "D" is indeed quite good, who knows if it is the result of a hodgepodge of ideas by Chinese programming masters.

How much of it comes from their own minds?

Second place?

China is really begging for more!

"The second place winner is the work 'D' from country F."

The host's words left the audience even more bewildered.

What is it?

Is the third place occupied by Country M?

Is country F in second place?

Isn't the first one...?

No one wants to mention a certain Eastern country.

Country F?

The judges were also dumbfounded.

Such an amazing and difficult work as "Glimmer" was not made in France?

Didn't Country F just announce a while ago that it had made significant progress in programming?

What exactly happened?

"The winner is 'Weiguang' from China."

As soon as the host finished speaking, the room fell silent.

Everyone stared intently at the man who walked in from backstage, a man over fifty years old with gray hair and simply dressed.

His image seemed completely out of place with the sophisticated world of programming.

Adding to the fact that he won the championship in his first competition, Professor Tong was completely stunned, and he walked stiffly with his hands and feet moving in unison.

"???"

Is this the Chinese programmer who created "Glimmer" and won the championship?

Looking at him from head to toe, he doesn't look like someone who plays computer games at all!

"..."

Professor Sun was more surprised than anyone else present, and could not believe that the stunning "Glimmer" was created by Professor Tong.

Professor Tong spends his days hiding in the laboratory, rarely interacting with the outside world, and has no mentors to guide him.

It's completely impossible to do such intricate and complex programming.

besides--

The more he looked at the work "Glimmer", the more it resembled the work of "Blank", a winner of the World Programming Contest a few years ago.

Especially in terms of technology, they are almost identical.

Professor Sun guessed that Professor Tong must have been eager to win and plagiarized the core content of "Miss Blank".

Thinking about this...

Professor Sun immediately took out his phone and sent a letter of complaint to the World Programming Contest organizing committee.

The Western judges were surprised that the winner was such an unremarkable-looking person.

The assistant suddenly rushed over to them anxiously and whispered a few words.

The awards ceremony is suspended.

The chairman of the judging panel immediately stood up with a grim face and said seriously, "We have received a report that Professor Tong Xin's work 'Glimmer' involves plagiarism."

"To ensure the fairness of the competition, we need some time to investigate. Please be patient."

Plagiarism?

Plagiarism?

Upon hearing this, Professor Tong almost burst out laughing.

He worked on this piece for several years, revising and polishing it countless times.

They actually accused him of plagiarism?

So you can't accept defeat, so you resort to slander?

OK.

Search freely.

Anyway, he's upright and honest, so there's nothing to fear.

"..."

With his plan succeeding, Professor Sun finally smiled.

Let him win the championship?

Will he still have any reputation in the computer industry when he goes back?

"..."

Pei Jinwu narrowed her eyes slightly, and the curve of her lips grew wider and wider.

Oh.

This step, though late, has finally arrived.

OK.

Anyway, it's still early, so I might as well go back and lie down.

I can play with them a little longer.

——

The judges' panel conducted a rigorous comparison.

It was discovered that Professor Tong Xin's "Glimmer" does indeed share some technical similarities with the work of "Miss Blank," who won a programming competition many years ago.

People in the industry know this.

Most of the operating techniques used in Miss Blank's works are her own creations, and she owns the intellectual property rights to them.

Using her work without permission constitutes serious plagiarism.

This kind of behavior is a major taboo in programming.

Professor Tong Xin probably doesn't think that just because "Miss Blank" has left the computer industry and few people know about her, he can use her stuff at will?

"Professor Tong Xin, please explain the similarities."

"The chairman of the judging panel asked."

"..."

Professor Tong glanced at it and answered bluntly, "Miss Blank was my mentor. When we parted ways, she taught me some technical skills."

"..."

These words were met with laughter from the audience.

master?

Everyone knows that Miss Blank is a computer genius who suddenly appeared out of nowhere and has participated in competitions as an individual.

After the match.

She didn't even show her face or take the trophy. She only left a note telling the organizing committee not to forget to deposit the prize money into her account before disappearing without a trace. No one has ever seen her since.

The organizing committee made several written invitations, but they were unable to persuade Miss Blank to come.

How could a university teacher in China have ever met such an important person?

He even acknowledged the other party as his master!

Is this just something made up because there's no excuse for plagiarism?

"Professor Tong, your excuse is ridiculous." The judge curled his lip and said coldly, "If we plagiarized, could we just say we recognized the other person as our teacher and get away with it?"

"I'm not making this up."

Professor Tong hates being misunderstood more than anything in his life, so he immediately sprang to attention and coldly retorted, "Miss Blank is truly my teacher; she gave me study materials."

"The techniques and operations I use in 'Glimmer' are all derived from my own research, not directly copied."

not to mention.

Miss Blank didn't teach him step by step, nor did she give him a USB drive containing his work.

Even if he wanted to copy, he wouldn't know where to begin.

"Oh."

The judges did not believe Professor Tong's explanation at all.

now.

They had only one goal in mind: to get rid of this despicable Chinese professor.

Thus, the championship naturally returned to the hands of the F country people.

Thus, the tradition that Chinese people are inferior to Westerners in programming will never change.

"Professor Tong Xin, you said Miss Blank gave you study materials..."

The judge suddenly laughed, his face full of mockery: "Let's not even talk about how difficult it is to learn her technique, how much time and effort it requires, even if you really did learn it on your own..."

"Then what evidence do you have to prove that what you're saying is true? Is Miss Blank really your teacher? Did she give you her information?"

"Alright, we'll give you five minutes to contact Miss Blank."

The judge continued, "Since you are teacher and student, you must have a close relationship."

"As long as Miss Blank admits that she gave you the materials to study, the plagiarism charge will naturally be dropped. The championship will still be yours."

Looking for my master?

Professor Tong stood there, stunned, his mind blank. He stammered, "Miss Blank passed away many years ago. Am I supposed to wake her up from underground?"

"Passed away?"

The judges sneered, increasingly convinced that this Chinese person was showing contempt for them and the competition rules: "What a coincidence that she died!"

"..."

Miss Blank, who had seemingly come back to life, blinked as she sat in the audience.

I'm quite panicked.

She might really have to make a brief, temporary resurrection from "underground".

——

good evening.