At Lanjing Institute of Technology, a relatively small ivory tower, students lead a very comfortable life.
For now, they don't need to worry about the harshness of society or the severity of reality; they just need to attend classes, eat, and sleep obediently. After completing all these tasks, if they can also read books and cultivate other hobbies, they will be even more obedient and well-behaved children.
In this tiny world, people relish discussing interesting little things, gossiping about talent show stars on forums, who in which department at school got cheated on, or a student who wanted to fart in class, gambled and lost, then walked out the door trembling like a frail old man.
The school is only so big, and many students run into each other all the time. So, as rivals in some ways, Luo Xiaoli, a first-year history major, would sometimes bump into Zhao Xuerou or Ke Bing.
Ke Bing was a little better off. She didn't know the background of this extremely beautiful girl, and she didn't feel any aversion to her.
But Zhao Xuerou was different. She had witnessed Jiang Cheng hugging this girl at the entrance of the Science and Technology College, so she naturally knew that Luo Xiaoli and Jiang Cheng had a special relationship. In addition, Luo Xiaoli had only been in Lanjing College for a few days, not even finished her military training, when she won the title of school beauty in a forum poll that was somehow organized by someone. From then on, Zhao Xuerou was completely kicked off the top spot and relegated to second place.
Zhao Xuerou said she didn't care about the list, but scientific research shows that women have a very strong competitive mentality! She didn't care before because no one was competing with her, but now she cares a lot! Because it's been taken from her.
Given this antagonistic relationship, coupled with both old and new grudges, the two naturally treated each other coldly when they met.
Zhao Xuerou is a top-tier green tea bitch, a former high-level playboy, and a simp. "Simp" here means a sycophant. Luo Xiaoli is a top-tier yandere, cunning, and manipulative. Her harmless facade is only shown to Jiang Cheng. There's no chance for these two to compete; Zhao Xuerou would be instantly defeated, in every way.
The battleground won't appear anytime soon. Jiang Cheng is far away in the Northwest Gobi Desert and has been gone from Lanjing Science and Technology College for a long time. Zhao Xuerou's figure has gradually disappeared from his life.
Reality is always complex and dramatic; what was once a calm and uneventful life gradually begins to ripple.
Jiang Cheng never imagined that he and Zhao Xuerou would become parallel lines that would never intersect, but Luo Xiaoli and Zhao Xuerou would one day meet face to face.
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In the Northwest, inside a rest room at a research base, Jiang Cheng was still asleep, the sky just beginning to lighten. The only difference from the city was that the Gobi Desert sky was exceptionally clear on sunny days, with a very distant horizon.
Jiang Cheng, not having opened his eyes, naturally couldn't see this beautiful scenery. He was having a strange dream, in which a valley filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers appeared in his mind, and before him stood majestic and towering trees.
He stared intently at a fruit gleaming with blue light high up on the tree. That fruit represented the achievement of simulating the brain in human civilization. Jiang Cheng reached out his hand. Having completed the system task, he could choose his own research direction.
Now that he has reaped the rewards, he naturally has a certain level of confidence that he can overcome the simulated brain project and move on to the next project. The system rarely speaks in his mind anymore, gradually being replaced by the technology tree.
A pale blue fruit slowly flew down from the treetop and landed in Jiang Cheng's hand. He lowered his eyes and watched the spherical object slowly disappear in his hand, finally turning into a pale mark.
Jiang Cheng frowned. This brain-shaped mark had something stuck in it—or rather, a needle. It was embedded straight into the cerebral cortex from the eye socket, a truly terrifying sight.
Unable to grasp the meaning for the time being, he left the valley in confusion.
Perhaps because the preparation process was extremely rigorous, and the selected researchers were among the most elite, the Brain-Inspired Project progressed exceptionally smoothly, with new findings being discovered almost every day. With Jiang Cheng's perfectly logical theory as a foundation, precise mind maps as guidance, and a clear division of labor, those things that had been sitting in jars were taking shape even faster.
They unconsciously and automatically mimicked the thought patterns of Yumi Mizutani inside the capsule, constructing the various reaction modules necessary for the brain. Neurons were constantly laying connections, and they had made a breakthrough.
Everyone was in a state of great joy, and any minor incidents that occurred during this time were completely ignored.
Just like Chen Ang and Shen Yiran, they always seemed to be at odds. Although they had a general strategic direction, they disagreed on many small matters. In the lab at night, when everyone gathered to discuss things, there were often arguments and debates. When it was Shen Yiran's turn to speak, her opinions were often met with strong opposition from Chen Ang. Sometimes she even suspected that this man, who was ten years older than her, had a prejudice against her.
Otherwise, why would they keep harping on themselves?
The two argued until they were red in the face, but couldn't reach a conclusion. Everyone else, like Jiang Cheng, just stood there silently watching the drama unfold, which became one of the unique sights in the laboratory.
Even in the cafeteria, they were still arguing. While eating together, the researchers listened to the argument with relish, adding fuel to the fire every now and then, agreeing with one of them.
Shen Yiran was not good with words and could usually lose an argument to the sharp-tongued Chen Ang. She would sulk until midnight, sometimes secretly wiping away tears in bed, and then go to do scientific research the next day with incredibly swollen eyes.
Other members of the group asked, "Did you cry last night?"
"No, I just didn't sleep well."
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