Chapter 5 Chapter 5 Wrong questions.
Tao Ying knew nothing about the subsequent discussions among these candidates.
After returning to the room, she sent an email to Lemen University. The starship would leave in two days. Normally, she should receive an admission response on the starship.
Before that, she was still a little confused and needed to confirm it.
Her elective score was ten points lower than expected. Although it had little impact on her admission result, it was still a bit strange.
She clicked on the joint examination forum and checked the published answers. She found that the answer to one small question was exactly one digit different from what she calculated.
3.395……
She took out a pen and paper, scribbled half a page, and calculated again, but was still off by one digit.
She took a bite of bread, took a photo of the problem-solving process, and posted it on the candidate forum.
[The last question in the Perception Mecha section: Is the answer wrong? Here's the solution.]
I looked at the time and it was already nine o'clock in the evening. I guess all the candidates are partying now and no one will read the post. Someone should reply by tomorrow morning.
Tao Ying lay on the bed, cleared her mind, and fell into a sweet dream.
Little did she know how many people lost sleep that night because of her post.
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At midnight, a woman wearing a white T-shirt, a blue overalls tied around her waist, and reeking of motor oil walked along the edge of Galaxy Plaza. Her steps were unsteady, like a drug-addled homeless person. Passersby who happened to see her quickened their pace and walked away silently, afraid to meet her gaze.
I saw the woman enter a coffee shop.
A 1.9-meter-tall man walked out of the kitchen, looked at her dying state, and handed her a towel with a look of surprise.
"Researcher Che, wipe off the motor oil on your body before going to sleep."
"I'm tired. I'll wipe it off later. - Besides, we are no longer researchers. The Laiji Institute has been disbanded for a long time." The woman muttered a few words, put a towel on her forehead, lay on the table, and took a bite of the bread handed to her by the big man.
The big man took off his apron and asked: "Are you tired from work today?"
"It's not just tiring, it's exhausting!"
Speaking of this woman, I no longer feel sleepy and threw the towel on the table angrily.
"Hasn't the nearby section of the route been plagued by space pirates recently? My stingy boss was worried about safety and was reluctant to spend money on security. In the end, he pulled out a few broken mechas from somewhere and asked me to repair them to a usable state."
"Can you believe it? That mecha doesn't even have a power core. The parts are even made of outdated metal. The armor is almost rusted through. How am I supposed to fix it?! Those old guys don't even understand mechas!"
The woman became angrier and angrier as she spoke, and finally sat back on the sofa, looking at the white chandelier on the ceiling.
"Well, Betty recently told me that she's saved up a lot of money and invited us to go back to Lehman to rebuild the Lehman Institute. I don't know how to tell her."
Relying on the connections that Tao Ying left behind before her death, they can always find investment from mecha merchants. To rebuild the Laiji Institute, what they lack is not money, but a core that can bring them together again.
If a mecha does not have a computing core, it is just a beautiful toy that cannot be driven.
The woman lay quietly for a moment, then propped herself up and gave a thumbs-up to the big man beside her. "If all else fails, how about we go back to Lemen, open the boss's coffin, and see if we can find her DNA. Then, we can clone her and rebuild the Lemen Institute?"
Dalong shook his head seriously. "Xiaoli, you forgot that the eldest brother was cremated. Even if we lift the coffin lid, we probably won't find her DNA."
Che Xiaoli: “…”
"I was joking."
Dalong: “…I see.”
"You haven't really considered this possibility, have you? Do you understand interstellar ethics?" Che Xiaoli narrowed her eyes, sat up, and bumped Dalong's shoulder. Seeing that he looked very tired, she stopped teasing him. She put away her thoughts on telling hell jokes and took out her portable computer.
Although they have left Leimen for a long time, as researchers, they still frequently visit the internal technical forum - as a pre-sleep relaxation activity with a hypnotic effect.
[Repost: Is the answer to question 34 of the Perception Mecha section of this year's joint entrance exam wrong? Original link:
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[Joint exam questions? How did a kid's question end up on our page?]
[The young people are making quite a noise. I'll go take a look.]
[Perception Mecha Division... Zhu Chi is in charge of this section, right? Last month, the monitoring center's skylight displayed a problem, so I filed a work order, and the center hasn't responded yet. Zhu Chi is also in charge of that, so why does he always let me down?]
Intuitively smelling something unusual, Che Xiaoli unconsciously clicked on the original post to take a look.
I have to say, the quarreling posts are the most lively, and the post was quickly pushed to the top.
The poster only provided a low-pixel step-by-step picture and said nothing, leaving a lot of room for imagination.
[Ding Maomao: The OP is so confident! This is a joint entrance exam question. It's better to doubt your own calculations than to question others' mistakes.]
[Three points like a human: That is, count a few times before posting, it takes courage.]
[I don't know what to eat for dinner: You know, choosing the Perceptual Mecha class is quite courageous. This class has only been around for a few years, and the question bank can barely muster a few sets of questions. Anyone who takes this class is either a genius or a pretentious idiot.]
Che Xiaoli narrowed her eyes, swept her hand in front of her to wipe away the violent energy overflowing from the screen, and quickly turned the pages.
[Ding Maomao: Why hasn't the OP replied in so long? Perhaps you've realized you made a mistake? That's so embarrassing.]
[Little Pumpkin: It's not necessarily that the original poster made a mistake. Didn't she provide the process? How about we all do the math first?]
Ding Maomao: As soon as I saw the beginning, I knew it was wrong. All the formulas used were wrong.
[Little Pumpkin: But the final result is only off by one digit. Maybe I made a mistake somewhere along the way? You omitted too many steps. Could you be more specific?]
Ding Maomao never gave the results of his calculations, but just kept emphasizing that there could be no mistakes in the test questions.
[This year's question was set by Zhu Chi. Do you know who Zhu Chi is? He's the chief designer of the first generation of sentient mechas and the newly appointed director of the Leimen Monitoring Center. How could he make a mistake?]
How is that impossible? Zhu Chi has made a lot of trouble since he took office.
Che Li was bored and poked the big dragon on the side.
"Come, do the math."
Dalong honestly took out a pen and paper, but froze before he started writing. He leaned in close to the screen and looked at it carefully for a while, then turned around and said:
"Don't you think this handwriting looks a bit like the boss's?"
“Dalong, don’t be so serious when you’re joking. I’ll take it seriously.”
"I'm not kidding, it really is."
"Really? Let me see."
Che Xiaoli returned to the top of the page half-believingly and enlarged the draft that had extremely low pixels and was barely visible.
She smacked her lips. "It's quite similar. Even his formula-based habits are exactly the same as the boss's... Wait, why does this data look so familiar? Isn't this Heng's original data?"
Dalong paused: "Are you sure?"
"Heng, I remember the dimensions of every single part so clearly. Even if I turned to ash, I would still remember them. There's absolutely no mistake! Where did the person who came up with this question get all that data? The first draft must have been destroyed by the boss, right?"
Dalong thought about it and solved the problem according to his own ideas, 3.395mm.
"Researcher Che, what is the length of Alpha 96 part?"
"3.395mm, the same result as the poster's calculation. The answer is indeed wrong."
The popularity of the post quickly attracted the attention of many people.
[Redhead Sweetheart: I calculated it according to the standard steps, and it seems I'm wrong? Attached image: *.png]
[Huh? Could this ID above be Mr. Yin Zihang?]
[Hey, is that the guy with the second highest score this year? ]
[I'm going downstairs to the building where I ranked second in the joint entrance exam?! Taking a photo in the front row!!!]
Ding Maomao: So what if he got second place in the joint exam? He didn't even take the Perceptual Mecha exam, so it's possible he got it wrong.
[The above person is almost there. If I don't believe you are second in the joint entrance examination, how can I believe you? ]
The second place winner in the joint entrance exam replied to the post, which further increased its popularity.
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Tao Ying slept until noon. After getting up, she remembered the post she posted last night and turned on her laptop while brushing her teeth.
9999 unread replies? What's going on? Is there a bug in the candidate forum?
Before he could click to see what was going on, a white line flashed across the computer screen, and then he completely reached the end of his life.
So it was not until the evening that Tao Ying completed the procedures for the new optical computer.
Lying on the bed, she turned on her wrist-mounted computer.
This is a new model from Garcia Electronics. Uh, the switch should be on the side...
After a crisp key click, a virtual light screen was projected in front of her.
The number of replies on the forum has reached over 10,000.
【The question is actually wrong? 】
[Based on my experience with mistakes on previous joint exams, it's highly likely they won't correct it, so I'll just have to accept it. But since it's the last question anyway, and few people can get it right anyway, it shouldn't matter, right?]
[DJD Car: No, what if the OP makes it? That would be really great, plus maybe even allow me to live in another galaxy.]
[Breaking news! This post is now number eight on Starnet's headlines!]
...This development was somewhat beyond our expectations.
There was even a reporter from StarNet Headlines who sent a private message to Tao Ying, saying that he wanted to interview her.
The post became popular because a netizen named "DJD Che" and another netizen named "Ding Maomao" were arguing with each other fiercely in the post.
[DJD Car: Even making such a low-level mistake, the person who set the test must be quite incompetent.]
Ding Maomao: Zhu Chi is the chief designer of the first generation of sentient mechas. Who are you to question him?
[DJD Che: Anyway, I'm more qualified than you to question this. Speaking of which, the chief designer of the first generation of sentient mechas should be Tao Ying, right? Zhu Chi is still a student at Lai University, so he should call Tao Ying "senior."]
Ding Maomao: Wow, someone like Tao Ying, who sells confidential data for money, still has people speaking up for her. What's wrong with this world? Wasn't it Tao Ying who stole Zhu Chi's research results and kicked him out of the Laiji Institute? How come they think StarNet has no memory?
DJD Che: Huh? Who stole whose research? It's obvious that Zhu Chi was kicked out for stealing the data, and now he's blaming me. Ding, if you're brave enough, come out and challenge me!
Ding Maomao: You're from the Fourth Galaxy, and you still want to come to the First Galaxy and challenge me? Maybe in the next life.
[DJD Che: When I got to the first galaxy, you weren't even born yet!]
[Red-haired sweetheart: Stop fighting! If you want to fight, remember to start a live stream. I'll give you gifts~ (scatter flowers)]
Tao Ying: “…”
Netizens really enjoy watching the fun and don't mind making trouble.
But she was also very interested in this bickering conversation.
Only the core members of the Laiji Institute knew about Zhu Chi's data theft. This DJD Che seemed to be very familiar with the internal situation of the Laiji Institute.
Moreover, this ID and speaking style...are too similar to her subordinate and ancestor.
Tao Ying pondered for a moment and clicked on DJD Che’s personal information.
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