After Jiang Yuanliang left.
Wei Lan, who was writing furiously, gradually slowed down his writing speed, and finally the tip of his pen stopped on the white paper.
He looked at the long string of incomprehensible formulaic characters written by himself, smiled bitterly and pushed up his glasses.
Genius?
I feel really ashamed to be told this by my own students.
Gently stroking the white paper, Professor Wei murmured softly, "The deeper I delve into research, the more I realize the limitations of human intelligence. How can I be considered a genius?"
"It's almost 3,000 years since the Star Calendar, and yet humanity hasn't even fully tapped into the treasure of its own brain. The awakening of spiritual power is more like a gift from heaven, an outburst of instinctive life-or-death struggles. Over a decade on, humanity's understanding of spiritual power remains superficial..."
"The so-called successful breakthrough was nothing more than simple trial and error. We spared no expense in scavenging every precious metal in the galaxy and running endless AI simulations. Even then, it took a full ten years."
"It's like a bunch of monkeys who found a lighter, accidentally set off a spark, and then started to use it to barbecue, but they have no idea how it works... Sigh, is this the gap between humans and Zerg?"
Since the emergence of the Zerg, humans have conducted a long period of research on it.
Humanities, sociology, biology... they diligently delved into every aspect, eager to peel off layer after layer like an onion. Soon, a renowned expert in ethnocentrism published a paper demonstrating the Zerg's "appropriationism."
The same technology, once acquired by the Zerg, can be copied and used.
They possess unique magical talents, and their shells can be cleverly integrated into various technological products. This unprecedented biological intuition allows them to quickly digest a large number of technological products in a very short period of time.
They don't need to develop, they just need to plunder, plunder endlessly.
...But humans can't.
Humans do not have the biological gift of being kissed by God.
All I have is a pair of hardworking hands, and the courage and belief to never give up.
Any technology is the result of human beings spending countless manpower and financial resources to study and conquer it bit by bit over a long period of time. But this also means that if humans cannot accurately understand the principles of a technology, they will not be able to truly innovate and expand its application.
"Are we going to use the wisdom we once prided ourselves on to fight against the predatory evolutionary instincts of cosmic creatures?"
Wei Lan wearily raised his hands to cover his face: "It's really... so unfair."
Very tired, so tired.
There is no end in sight, no hope in sight.
As the developer of a mind-powered mecha, he knew better than anyone that the research and development prospects of this kind of thing were by no means as optimistic as the media advertised.
Even if the core fundamentals were initially resolved thanks to the precious metals they had found, what about energy conversion efficiency? What about energy loss? What about the reaction speed under the mental connection? What about the development of embedded awakening agents for combat?
There are countless small problems, which one doesn’t require a lot of time to polish?
But he didn't have time.
If the final product is developed one day later, the soldiers on the front lines will suffer countless casualties, the Federation may lose more planets, and countless civilians will die tragically at the hands of the insects...
Wei Lan rubbed his face weakly, trying to loosen his stiff cheeks and picked up the pen.
"No matter how you calculate it, it's too late," he complained. "There's not enough time to have some kiddie competition."
It's like playing house, a complete waste of time.
What they say about discovering new talents with potential - damn, do they really expect these kids to solve difficult front-end problems?
Shaking his head, Wei Lan refocused his attention on the formula in front of him and gradually fell into the real calculation state.
After calculating for a while, he reached for the edge of the table and muttered to himself, "This equation seems more reliable. Let's try another simulation..."
"Um……"
"Um?"
"Where's my USB emulator?!"
…
In the simulation cabin.
[Beep, the competition begins!]
The light screen on the wall flashed with ripples like flowing water, and a row of fine, small characters quickly emerged, lighting up the numbers from 1 to 100.
At the same time, a huge list appeared on the side wall, which was densely packed with team codes, followed by the team's scores.
"Can I choose the order in which I answer the questions?" Gu Qiongsheng's eyes lit up slightly. "Let's see if I can click on the question, read it clearly, then switch out and come back to answer it later?"
If possible, their team can divide the work and operate in parallel. Each person will be responsible for a familiar area. They can browse all the questions first, and then quickly filter out the questions they can answer!
Han Tianming touched the touch screen and clicked on a question.
She frowned and shook her head. "No, Captain, once you click on it, you have to answer. If you leave the interface, it will be counted as a wrong answer and points will be deducted."
"Is that so?"
Gu Qiongsheng nodded.
What a pity.
"Then let's start from the beginning. If we all answer the same question together, it should be faster."
She clicked on the question marked (1): "Briefly describe the microscopic applications of superstring theory in describing natural forces... Oh my god, is it so difficult right from the start?"
Moreover, they are subjective questions, not multiple-choice or fill-in-the-blank questions. They can still guess the latter, but the former depends on whether their knowledge is solid.
"Let me take this question. You guys help me with the rest." Han Tianming touched the answer sheet. "It's not bad. Although it's difficult, it's within the key points that Boss Qin has highlighted."
The timer in the corner flashed one after another.
Time is like running water, ticking, ticking, passing by every second.
Gu Qiongsheng's team answered the questions very quickly, and several teammates also racked their brains.
But this is a competition participated by all the talented high school students in the entire Tianyuan Star after all. The enemies are hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Even if they have used all their strength, their ranking is only in the top 10%.
Moreover, because the test questions are basically subjective and very brain-demanding, the AI's scores also fluctuate within a certain range.
In the simulation room, just as Tan Yao finished answering a question and clicked submit, a large pop-up window popped up on the screen:
[Beep! A non-standard answer has been detected and is under further review... Evaluation concluded. The idea is correct, but the wording is disorganized and the solution is high-risk. Team A1056's score for this question: 3 points.]
The full score for this question is 5 points.
The question, with a high score and length, required a practical model of the YV7 mecha attack device. Tan Yao wrote furiously for nearly ten minutes, outlining the logic and building the basic framework. When he confidently clicked "Submit," he never expected to receive only 3 points.
"wipe!"
His red hair almost stood on end, and he started rolling up his sleeves on the spot: "What do you mean by confusing words? What do you mean by overestimating the risks? This is how I repaired it in the first place, and it works perfectly. You, a crappy AI, don't understand shit—"
Gu Qiongsheng calmly reached out his hand, hooked Tan Yao's collar and pulled him aside: "Alright, alright, 3 points is a lot, let's move on to the next question."
This isn't the first time this scenario has happened.
Tan Yao's operating skills are top-notch, and his proficiency in mechas far exceeds that of other candidates. Gu Qiongsheng also thought that answering these questions would be a piece of cake for him. However, he never expected that he would get stuck at the "non-standard answer" level.
It's like a quack doctor answering a test in a regular hospital; no matter how he answers, it always seems unconventional. Give Tan Yao a scrapped mecha, and he has nearly ten ways to get it working again. But when it comes to answering with "textbook" methods to minimize risk, Tan Yao is stuck.
He stood aside, blushing with embarrassment and annoyance. Gu Qiongsheng hurriedly patted his shoulder and gently consoled him, "Don't be angry. AI is bound to be a bit rigid. If it were a practical exercise, you would definitely get full marks on this question."
"You're pretty good now. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't understand anything and would have had to give up on this question. We wouldn't have gotten even a single point."
Tan Yao pursed his lips and turned away: "...but it took me 10 minutes."
Enough to answer two or three other questions.
"That's hard to say," Gu Qiongsheng smiled at him, "You may not get points even if you answer the other questions. It's more reliable to answer the ones you are good at."
Although this was just consolation, it was also true. As the competition progressed, the questions they encountered became more and more difficult, and in order to ensure quality, they had to slow down their answering speed.
Even so, many questions are still difficult to score.
Seeing Zhou Qing nervously pressing the submit button, the screen paused for a moment and a huge cross popped up.
【Beep, wrong answer! 】
"Oh!" Zhou Qing lowered her head in disappointment. "Why is this happening? Didn't you get the answer right again?"
The time is still too tight. Even though they are all smart people, it is still too difficult for them to catch up with the knowledge and proficiency of others in more than a year in just one month.
"It's okay, calm down." Gu Qiongsheng also had a headache. "Let me do the next question, and you guys help me with the supplements."
This month, she mainly digested the knowledge in the original owner's memory. Although the results were considerable, the original owner was a training fanatic and was not outstanding in academic subjects. So now facing these questions with hundreds of words in the stem, she gradually felt dizzy.
Fortunately, the next question was still within her ability to answer.
"Fortunately, Qin Yuan helped me highlight the key points."
Gu Qiongsheng took a deep breath and said, "This really saved my life."
Most of the parts marked as key points by the young people were included in the test questions of this competition.
Gu Qiongsheng answered the questions with lingering fear, his ballpoint pen writing a long and fluent formula on the screen. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind:
——I don’t know how proficient Qin Yuan is in this knowledge.
If he were here, maybe he could give an answer quickly?
After quickly writing down the answer, Gu Qiongsheng pressed the "Submit" button.
[Correct answer! Team A1056's score for this question: 2 points]
Looking at the line of big words on the screen, Gu Qiongsheng breathed a sigh of relief.
She raised her head and glanced at the leaderboard on the other side: the team codes and scores on it were changing rapidly, flying up and down like snowflakes.
The exam time is almost half over and each team has entered the period of exertion.
Their A1056 team has dropped from the top 10% to the top 20% due to their slow answering speed.
"That's not going to work..."
Gu Qiongsheng frowned and sighed softly in his heart.
…
Building 18, Room A012.
The large screen flickered a few times, and a prominent prompt window popped up:
[Correct answer! Team A012's score for this question: 3 points]
"Great, another 3 points!"
Lu Yuanji raised his head proudly, turned around and casually flicked his bangs at his teammates: "What do you think, am I awesome?"
Zhao Qingke cooperated very well and clapped a few times.
The solitary applause echoed in the empty simulation cabin, abrupt, strange, and extremely awkward.
Sheng Zhang was merciless: "Brother Lu, you'd better come down. Mingzi answered much faster than you."
Mingzi is the fifth member of their team, Wang Mingzi, a male student from the Department of Defense. He was selected to join this team because of his good defensive ability, as well as his good memory and solid theoretical knowledge.
When the boy heard Sheng Zhang say that he answered questions faster, he pursed his lips shyly, walked forward and picked up the pen.
Lu Yuanji was so annoyed that he made way for the seat and curled his lips impatiently: "Tsk, just memorizing by rote, what a nerd."
The sound was very soft, but due to the small space, the thin boy heard it clearly.
He had his back to the crowd, but his hand holding the pen was shaking a little.
The next question pops up——
[Eight ways to control the M02 mecha barge interface?]
Wang Mingzi buried his head and sang in a low voice: "F+Bhanu with sensitive touch..."
As he answered, beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. "The direct touch command for the simulation, and another one is..."
"Well……"
This question seemed to be beyond his ability to recite. The boy lowered his head, bit his lips tightly, and thought hard.
"Can you do it?" Lu Yuanji said, "You can't even remember a question like this that's just for memorization?"
"Tsk, their level is too low. Why should we team up with such a weakling?"
Wang Mingzi: “…”
The boy became even more nervous, but the more nervous he was, the more blurred his memory became. The words were clearly on the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn't say them.
At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from behind.
"It's a modification of micron-scale chip assembly molecules."
Several people in the room suddenly turned around!
The surprised gazes seemed to have substance, all converging on the young man in black who was leaning against the wall at the back of the room.
Noticing the surprised looks of his teammates, Ling Kaixuan raised his head, his eyes filled with undisguised disdain: "What?"
"You actually knew that?" Lu Yuanji was stunned. "Didn't you always hand in blank papers on the exams?"
"Tsk," Ling Kaixuan said, "Just because I'm too lazy to write doesn't mean I can't."
"Hurry up and answer the questions, idiot. Don't expect me to clean up your mess."
Wang Mingzi froze for a moment, then hurriedly turned around and typed in his answer. A pop-up window read "Correct Answer," and the next question appeared before everyone.
[We've discovered a rare metal that can fuse with spiritual power. Catalyzed by Substance X, this process can be accelerated. But how can we properly integrate Substance X into mecha components? It's highly radioactive and could cause irreversible damage to the pilot and the mecha's delicate components. I currently have three ideas... but each has its drawbacks...]
It is a long and eloquent article, longer than the previous questions combined.
It reads strangely, not like a title, but more like an essay written casually by someone.
Just through the strings of question marks between the lines, one can feel how anxious and tormented the person who wrote these words was.
"What does this mean?"
Zhao Qingke looked up blankly: "You want us to analyze the three ideas he listed?"
"But they say they all have drawbacks... Do they want us to integrate and improve them?"
Sheng Zhang scratched his head: "I don't know."
"This question is weird. It doesn't seem like a competition question at all. And look, the score percentage of this question is—"
Several people looked in the direction of his finger and saw a line of large words on the screen:
【Score of this question: ???】
Lu Yuanji: “…?”
"What do you mean?" he hesitated. "Extra question?"
…
Similar things happened in every simulation cabin. Looking at the strange questions that suddenly appeared, the candidates felt that their already weird brains became even more confused.
What the hell is this?
It’s not written in the book?
Are we going to let them guess with their feet when faced with such a sharp and cutting-edge question?
The key point is that the score for this question is strange. There are three huge question marks, which makes people feel that it is impossible to guess the answer.
The students were extremely nervous. What if all the other questions were just tricks and this was the only question the examiner really wanted to see?
If they skipped it, they would definitely lose...
For a moment, they stared at the screen full of densely packed text, all of them feeling confused.
at the same time.
At the top of the building is the AI operations center.
"Bang!"
The door was suddenly pushed open.
Wei Lan rushed in with a panicked look on his face, and as soon as he entered the door, he shouted, "Jiang Yuanliang? Where is Jiang Yuanliang?"
In the corner, Jiang Yuanliang was holding a sandwich and gnawing on it like a little hamster.
The competition had started so early in the morning that he hadn't even had time to eat, which made him starving. Fortunately, the food at this test center was good. The examiners were provided with expensive sandwiches instead of nutritional supplements. The young man couldn't resist and took a few extra.
Hearing the shout, he looked up in confusion and saw his instructor's anxious figure. He quickly swallowed his sandwich in two or three bites, wiped his mouth, stood up and waved, mumbling, "Here, Professor, I'm here!"
Wei Lan looked at his student with bulging cheeks and gasped: "Did you take my analog memory away?"
Jiang Yuanliang: “???”
"What simulator?"
He hadn't completely swallowed the sandwich in his mouth yet, and he mumbled, "Aren't they... two blue USBs?"
Wei Lan looked at him with an indescribable expression.
"Only one USB contains the test questions. The other one is my portable analog storage device, not the test questions!"
Jiang Yuanliang was stunned.
He turned around and looked at the two small blue balls inserted into the intelligent AI central machine. He swallowed his mouthful of bread with a gulp and said in a hoarse voice, "Then, then what am I doing..."
"Professor, you slipped your practice test into the exam?!"
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