After returning home, Lu Fenghan saw Qi Yan preparing to go upstairs to take a shower again, so he stopped him and said, "Cut your nails first?"

Just now in the car, when Qi Yan rolled up his sleeves, he noticed a few red marks on Qi Yan's arms. After asking more questions, he found out that Qi Yan's nails had grown long and he scratched himself after falling asleep.

After hearing this, Lu Fenghan felt a bit complicated - Qi Yan's way of "getting hurt" was always different from others, and as a bodyguard, he couldn't prevent his employer from scratching himself after falling asleep. He

had to remember to cut Qi Yan's nails when he got back.

Qi Yan insisted, "I have to take a shower first."

Okay, maybe people with mysophobia have their own special insistence. For example, Qi Yan would wash with water for more than ten or twenty minutes every time he took a shower, and the first thing he did every time he got home was almost always a shower.

Lu Fenghan waited patiently for half an hour, during which he did a set of strength training and read two pages of "Leto Daily". Of course, he skipped the front page headline and the fourth item on the front page.

When Qiyan came down, his clothes were changed into new ones. Lu Fenghan looked up and saw that they were light gray. Oh, fabric number E7-43.

The next second, he despised himself in his heart with an expressionless face - Lu Fenghan, you have been corrupted by Leto.

Qiyan sat down next to Lu Fenghan, the top button came apart, revealing a small piece of cold white skin. He handed his hand over and looked at Lu Fenghan with clear eyes, seeming a little nervous.

"It won't cut your fingertips," Lu Fenghan chuckled, holding up Qiyan's hand, and his eyes couldn't help but stay on the protruding round bone of his wrist for two seconds. Knowing that he was afraid of pain, he trimmed his ten fingers one by one very carefully. He felt that he had never been so careful even when he first used a destroyer!

After trimming, Qi Yan took back his hand and looked at the smoothly curved nails: "You trimmed better than me."

Lu Fenghan felt that his achievements were recognized and was very happy. He also thought that his level was good enough to carry out this business for a long time.

In the second-year research group's laboratory, group leader Ye Pei noticed that Qi Yan kept looking at his fingers and wondered, "What's wrong? Did something stain them?"

"No," Qi Yan shook his head and pointed to a string of complex data. "The reason why your processing model cannot be upgraded three times is because the built-in formula for PAPO, which is the parallel ratio, only has a fixed amount, but lacks a random introduction amount. This is why it is impossible to increase the amount of parallel calculations."

"It's actually here!" Ye Pei had dark circles under her eyes. "I spent the whole night last night, but still couldn't find out what the problem was. The previous two upgrades went smoothly." She clasped her hands together and said gratefully, "Thank you for saving my life!"

After spending a few days together, she found that Qi Yan looked cold and spoke very little, but as long as you asked him a question, he would answer it carefully.

Remembering the rumors he had just heard in the first-year research group's laboratory, Ye Pei thought about it and told Qi Yan: "I heard someone say that your PVC93 model has some... problems." Qi Yan

thought there was something wrong with the model, and he affirmed: "There won't be any problems. I checked it before opening the source code."

"No, it's not that problem," Ye Pei was a little reluctant to say it. Seeing that Qi Yan was waiting for her next words seriously, she said in one breath, "Someone spread rumors that your family hired a top tutor, and this model happened to be made by you at home. So it's hard to say whether you made it yourself or the tutor helped."

The original words were even more unpleasant. What's good about being rich? Find a "tutor", build the model first, remember it from beginning to end, and then perform the new model construction on site at school the next day. You will be invited by the professor to join the research group and have a bright future.

Ye Pei was worried that Qi Yan would be sad, so he said quickly, "I just told you this because I thought it would be better for you to know. Don't be influenced by it! Anyway, the only people who believe this are the freshmen who have just entered the school. After they study for another semester, they will know what level PVC93 really means!"

"I know, thank you for telling me."

Ye Pei waved his hand quickly, "Thank you, thank you!"

There was a public class the next day, and Qi Yan found a seat and sat down, looking forward to the next class.

He found that although most of the knowledge taught in class was very basic to him, many professors' perspectives on and analysis of problems could inspire him more or less.

Just like in the group discussion yesterday, when Professor Fu was guiding Ye Pei, he mentioned that the Erwin function analysis method could be used to solve the parallel proportional problem, which gave him a new idea. Last night, he stayed up until four in the morning and successfully solved an algorithm that had been stuck for more than a week.

Now, he somewhat understood why Eliza suggested that he return to Leto and study at Turan. He used to live in the same place, and his life was too routine and unchanging. No matter the people he met or the things he encountered, the next day was almost the same as the day before.

At that time, his confusion about reality had become very serious, and he often couldn't even tell which day he was in. Eliza had to make a treatment suggestion - leave, go to a new place, and come into contact with different people and things.

Although the effect was not as expected, it was already a good attempt.

Going to bed late and getting up early caused Qi Yan to fall asleep as soon as he sat down, revealing only a part of his white neck and thin wrists.

However, Lu Fenghan found that since Qi Yan entered the room, many people looked over, and from time to time, they would say words like "tutor" and "rich".

He was indeed rich, but a tutor?

There were only two of them living in the house, and there was no robot for others, so where did the tutor come from?

The professor of this class lived in the Kepler region, and happened to be on a business trip to Leto, so he gave up the holographic projection and came to the classroom in person.

At the beginning of the class, the professor praised Qi Yan by name: "I am working on a project that originally required the use of RN3, but after using your PVC93 model, I will never use RN3 again. Your ideas and architecture are very good. At least in my case, it has improved efficiency and saved a lot of time. I think a lot of people will want to thank you."

Qi Yan had just woken up and was still a little confused. He saw the professor on the podium looking at him kindly, as if he was talking about PVC93.

However, at this time, a few low laughs were heard in the classroom. Someone whispered: "If I could hire a top tutor, yes, a 'tutor', maybe I could also make a model."

Several first-year students around him laughed again.

Jiang Qi was sitting nearby, looking at Qi Yan, and seemed a little worried. He wanted to explain something to those people, but the boy sitting next to him pulled his sleeve and stopped him.

There were many people in the classroom, but Lu Fenghan turned very accurately in the direction of the voice and found the person who was talking.

Perhaps his eyes were too cold and sharp, the smile on the face of the brown-haired boy who was talking froze, and he shrank back and dared not meet Lu Fenghan's eyes, and turned away angrily.

After class, when going to the laboratory, Ye Pei quietly observed Qi Yan: "Are you... okay?"

Seeing Qi Yan's confusion, Ye Pei became anxious: "Don't you know yet? You were reported for academic fraud, but the school quickly refuted it, saying that the report was false."

Anyone who has worked hard to produce a result will definitely feel uncomfortable if someone anonymously reports academic fraud. She guessed that the rumor first came from the first grade, but those who are so good at using the means of reporting are mostly sophomores.

Turan has many opportunities, but there are even more competitors. If one person stands out, it will definitely be a hindrance to some people.

This is why, according to the school rules of Turan Academy, those who deliberately design and frame classmates and deliberately infringe on the reputation of others will be directly expelled.

Just because such things have happened too many times, big and small, there will always be people who are incompetent and deliberately break the rules and compete viciously.

In order to avoid suspicion, although Lu Fenghan followed Qi Yan into the laboratory, he just sat in the corner beside him and rarely spoke. After listening to Ye Pei's words, seeing that Qi Yan obviously didn't take it to heart, he asked one more question: "What happens after the report is rejected?"

"Someone said in the school's exchange area that Qi Yan's family donated a building and has strong connections. The school dared not touch him even though they knew the inside story. The tutor was also hired by his family. He spent a lot of money, and there was also a lot of hush money or something."

"Family?" Qi Yan stopped typing the characters. I don't know if it was because of this word, his eyes were a little cold, and he asked Ye Pei, "Is it okay as long as I can prove that PVC93 was made by me?"

"That's right, but this is also the most difficult thing. Because you can't prove that you didn't hire a tutor, and therefore you can't prove that the PVC93 model is entirely yours." Ye Pei said with some emotion, "Academic self-proof is very troublesome. People who target you will always try every means to target you, not sparing the greatest malicious speculation."

"Well," Qi Yan only asked: "The Academic Management Office is in charge of this matter, right?"

"Yes," Ye Pei was startled when he saw Qi Yan stand up, and reacted for a few seconds, "Qi Yan, what are you going to do?"

At this time, Qi Yan had already reached the door.

Lu Fenghan followed behind and answered Ye Pei's words: "Although self-proof is very troublesome, if you have absolute strength, it may not be necessary."

Lu Fenghan thought, this is actually the same as the front line. No matter how much firepower the enemy assembled, how many small ships they sent to harass, how many arrays they used, or how many layers of disguises they put on, as long as his high-energy particle cannon was powerful enough,

then, after pressing the launch button, everything would become extremely simple.

The fact that Qi Yan went to the Academic Management Office was soon posted to the communication area of ​​Turan's intranet.

"——Why go to the Academic Management Office? He has a new model, do you want to register?"

"——Maybe he is going to turn himself in and confess that the model was not made by him!"

"——I am so jealous. With money, you can just find a tutor, make something, put your name on it, and join the research group. You have learned it!"

"——Those first-year students who exposed their IQ above seem to have too few classes and are really free."

When they arrived at the Academic Management Office, there were already many people who liked to watch the excitement at the door. Qi Yan didn't care, knocked on the door politely, and walked in.

The head teacher of the office was discussing the patent application with a professor's assistant. When she saw Qi Yan coming in, she smiled gently and asked, "What's up, Qi Yan?"

She was very impressed with Qi Yan. On the one hand, it was rare for a second-year student to make a model like PVC93, even in Turan, which was full of geniuses. On the other hand, Qi Yan looked so good that it was hard not to have a deep impression on her.

"Hello," Qi Yan said straight to the point, "someone reported that I had cheated on my academic work, saying that the PVC93 model I made came from a tutor I hired at home."

The head teacher nodded, "That's right, we did receive an anonymous report, but the school has already rejected it on the grounds of 'false reporting'."

At this time, Jiang Qi also rushed to the corridor outside.

Sha Ke, who came with him, saw how anxious he was: "You are not close to Qi Yan, why are you so anxious to worry about him?"

Jiang Qi felt uneasy for some reason.

He just saw that many people in the class were talking about Qi Yan and the model he made, so he mentioned the tutor in a half-truthful way - he really thought so. How could a person from a remote planet have such good grades? Except that his father paid a lot of money to hire a top tutor to teach Qi Yan, he couldn't think of any other possibility.

As he expected, word spread, and many people began to guess whether Qi Yan's tutor helped to build the model because of his hint. Even more people have already determined in their hearts that the model was definitely not made by Qi Yan.

He is happy to see it happen.

This kind of gossip that cannot be confirmed but has no evidence to refute, accumulated over time, can have the greatest impact on a person's reputation.

The only thing he didn't expect was that someone hated Qi Yan so much that they actually reported Qi Yan's academic fraud.

Obviously, at this point, he should be looking forward to the next good show, after all, academic self-certification is too difficult, and this basin of dirty water is not easy to wash away.

But why did he feel so uneasy after Qi Yan entered the office of the academic management department?

Looking towards the office door again, Jiang Qi replied to Sha Ke: "I'm just a little worried. My brother obviously only hired a tutor because he doesn't have a good foundation but loves to study." He whispered again, "Don't tell anyone. My brother has a strong self-esteem and doesn't like me to mention that he has a tutor."

Sha Ke thought, if he doesn't have a good foundation, how can he make that model? He said, "Don't protect your brother. It's unfortunate for you to be a family with such a person."

In the office, Qi Yan explained the purpose of his visit and turned to the professor's assistant standing beside him: "Excuse me, may I take up a moment of your time to help you?"

The assistant already roughly understood what was going on and agreed without hesitation: "Of course, but I only have thirty minutes. After that, I have to leave Turan and go to the star port to catch a starship."

"Thank you, half an hour will be enough."

At the same time, someone synchronized the situation on the scene to the communication area.

"——Isn't that Professor Cao's assistant? Professor Cao is studying quantum mechanics, and Qi Yan is studying artificial intelligence. What are they talking about?"

"——Who can tell me why Qi Yan turned on the small optical computer and what he was going to do?"

The number of people watching the scene kept increasing.

"——Twenty minutes later, Qi Yan walked away from the optical computer. Did you see the assistant's expression? He was so excited that he fainted!"

"——I was there!! I was on my knees! Qi Yan spent five minutes chatting with the teaching assistant and another twenty minutes building a small model. The key point is that after this small model is connected to the R9-03 model, it can increase the data processing speed of 03 by twenty percent!"

"——??? What you mean is that I, who was waiting by the optical computer for 03 to finish running the data, can now shut down and go to bed at midnight instead of going to bed at four in the morning?"

"——Those who have been waiting for the data to be run for three days and three nights, raise your hands! I want this accelerator! How much is it! I'll buy it! In addition, this method of self-certification is amazing, random professionalism! Random processing model! On-site performance of how to build an accelerator for this model! Who is so stupid as to want to discredit such a talented player?"

In the corridor, Jiang Qi's face was about to collapse. He casually told Sha Ke that he was not feeling well, and walked out through the crowd of onlookers.

After walking a distance, he couldn't help but look back, staring for a long time before leaving quickly.

In the office, the head teacher of the academic management department was relatively calm compared to the teaching assistant. She asked, "Does this accelerator need to be patented?"

The teaching assistant replied excitedly, "We want to buy it!"

For him, it was not difficult to build this accelerator, but almost no one thought of opening an interface in the source data domain of the R9-03 model, using the method of embedding a small model, modifying the R9-03 built-in operation rules, and introducing variables, so as to achieve the purpose of increasing the data processing speed.

No one thought that this person named Qi Yan thought of it in a very short time. How sharp is this? It's

annoying, why did he choose the artificial intelligence major!

Qi Yan moved his fingers and answered the teacher in charge: "I am not going to apply for a patent. I will choose open source as before."

The teacher in charge asked: "Open source means giving up a large amount of patent fees. Are you sure?"

"Sure."

Applying for a patent or open source is the freedom of the architect. The teacher did not persuade him again, "Now, you need to give this accelerator a name."

Qi Yan thought for two seconds: "Let's call it R9-03 Accelerator."

The teacher's fingers paused as he typed the characters.

It's really... simple and straightforward.

Accelerate the R9-03 model, so it's called R9-03 Accelerator.

The Alliance has no special requirements for naming. But because God Y, who is at the top of the blacklist, prefers names such as "White Falcon", "Twilight", and "Sundial", a trend has been blowing in the past two or three years, and names such as "Heavy Building" and "Mithril" have emerged in an endless stream.

Qi Yan's simple and straightforward naming style is rare.

This trip took up a lot of time. As the laboratory work was almost done, Qi Yan did not go back.

The two of them got on the suspension car. As soon as Lu Fenghan put his hand on the joystick, Qi Yan said, "It hurts."

Lu Fenghan tilted his head, looked at Qi Yan carefully and asked, "Where does it hurt?"

Qi Yan described it seriously, "My hand hurts, it hurts all over."

In order not to affect the assistant's trip to the star port to board the starship, he typed the characters without stopping for a second for 20 minutes. When he finished typing, he found that his finger bones and wrists were so sore.

He didn't want to move at all.

Lu Fenghan also thought of it.

He looked at Qi Yan's well-proportioned hands, with slender lines, like frost and snow carvings, and he helped cut the nails.

"Okay, I know it hurts you."

With a sigh, Lu Fenghan pulled Qi Yan's hand, controlled the strength, and kneaded it carefully with his eyes down.

After kneading it for just a few times, Qi Yan took a deep breath and said, "Be gentle."

Thinking that she was a little coquettish, Lu Fenghan had to reduce the strength by another three points.