Chapter 59 He still trusted her too much.
The hall was instantly filled with the dull thud of keyboards and mouse clicks; otherwise, it was eerily quiet and oppressive.
The competition consists of ten programming questions with standard answers, accounting for 60% of the score; there are also two creative essay questions that test innovation and have no standard answers. These are usually AI topics that are currently popular but still have technical bottlenecks. Participants need to combine theory and practical code to write down their own thoughts and general solutions, accounting for 40% of the score. These questions are judged and scored on-site by expert judges.
Therefore, the big screen can only show the submission time and accuracy rate of the first ten questions, as well as the company ranking. No one knows who the winner will be until the very last moment, but the process is still tense enough.
The competition room is under full-range monitoring with real-time switching, allowing you to see everyone in every corner and occasionally switch the screen to close-ups of some contestants who are focused on answering questions.
The off-site host will provide commentary on the game at intervals, while the arena remains completely silent.
Lu Ming sat on the sofa looking at the screen, while Jiang Xing and Yang Binshi beside him also looked serious and focused.
In fact, a minute after Wen Chu left, Lu Ming roughly realized why the woman looked nervous and acted suspiciously.
Because he saw Wen Heng—the current CEO of Kemin.
At that time, he still had some faith in Wen Chu's "credit" and "reliability," and hoped that perhaps the other party had told his family that he was coming to help him participate in the competition, which was why Chairman Wen, Aunt Yang, and Wen Heng came to watch in person.
However, the names of the 120 companies on the large screen were arranged alphabetically and displayed in rotation across several pages. When Lu Ming saw the name of Kemin Group, his heart sank for a moment.
Yang Binshi and Jiang Xing were both taken aback when they saw it and asked Ke Ming why he was participating in the competition.
Lu Ming took a deep breath, maintaining a calm facade while inwardly laughing with anger. He had placed far too much trust in Wen Chu.
Now that things have come to this, he doesn't know whether Chairman Wen was aware of this or not.
Before he could figure out the other party's attitude, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and observe Wen Chu's behavior. As a result, he stayed in the VIP room the entire time, too embarrassed to leave.
Coincidentally, Wen Chu, who was propping her head up to look at the question, was given a close-up shot.
Perhaps it was because she stood out among the group of balding, thick-glass-wearing, and aged-looking men, like a refreshing and pleasing sight. Young and beautiful, her presence also spoke of her capabilities, making it inevitable that she would attract attention.
People in different locations saw this shot at the same time.
Qi Siyan was sitting in the VIP room, her legs crossed and her posture relaxed. But when she saw Wen Chu, her expression froze, and she sat up straight, her blue eyes widening slightly.
Wen Chu?
How come she was in there?
The assistant beside him asked hesitantly, "Was that Ms. Wen Chu, the youngest daughter of Chairman Kemin?"
"Has Lu Ming gone mad?" Qi Siyan frowned, recalling their encounter yesterday. He had been wondering who Lu Ming was, keeping it so secret and refusing to reveal who his contestant was. Little did he expect that the person he had chosen was Wen Chu?
When Wen Shiyang saw the footage of his daughter, he almost doubted his own eyesight and wondered if he was hallucinating.
"That person just now looked so much like your sister," he said to Wen Heng beside him, taking off his glasses, wiping them, and putting them back on.
"It looks like her to me too. But it can't be her, right? It's really strange for that idiot to be here, okay?" Wen Heng's mouth was as sarcastic as ever.
Yang Lan, who was standing nearby, slapped him on the head, "How dare you talk like that!"
"It's just so fantastical, okay? The horror of her appearing here is no less than when I'm watching an ancient political drama and suddenly a two-dimensional Pigsy (Zhu Bajie) appears on screen talking to the emperor." Wen Heng immediately waved his hand, telling his assistant to investigate.
"Why are you still so mean? Can't you think of anything good about your sister? Chu Chu has been studying hard lately, she might just be her! Don't keep discouraging her, half of what happened to her before was your fault!" Yang Lan scolded her irritably.
"Oh dear, I wouldn't dare say that. You make it sound like I'm half as important to her as her dear Brother Lu." Wen Heng mimicked Wen Chu's tone when addressing Lu Mingshi, then added, "And what's strange is that I don't remember inviting her, this ancestor, here."
Yang Lan glared at him fiercely: "Chu Chu is much more sensible now."
Wen Heng twitched the corner of his mouth, silently indicating his disbelief.
A short while later, the assistant returned and said, "Ms. Wen should be representing Baiyue Technology in the competition."
"What?" Wen Heng was even more surprised, his tone becoming several octaves higher. He turned to Yang Lan and asked, "What's going on? What happened while I was gone? Did she win him over?"
Yang Lan and Wen Shiyang exchanged glances, clearly unsure of what was going on. They briefly explained the current situation to Wen Heng.
Wen Heng chuckled speechlessly after hearing this: "I now reasonably suspect that my sister isn't the only one who's gone crazy from being in love." He quickly pulled out his phone and typed, sharing this unbelievable scene in his best friend group chat, exclaiming in horror, "What's going on... what's going on!"
His impression of his younger sister was still that she was either vain or chasing after that Lu family boy, a particularly dramatic and troublesome person.
He causes a ruckus at home every now and then, he's ignorant and his brain is full of cement.
Before he could finish typing, his close friends in the group chat started popping up like weasels in a melon patch, asking him questions.
Best friend A: [Wenzhou, I think I saw a girl who looks a lot like your sister inside the stadium.]
Best friend B: [Screenshot]
Best friend C: [She's quite pretty.]
Best friend D: [Wow, a computer beauty! I need her contact information. She's my type.]
[Get out of here, that's my sister!] Wen Heng sneered and typed: [I knew this competition would cause trouble if it didn't have any entry requirements. Can anyone with any IQ pass the qualification review? Lu Ming is seriously ill too. What kind of new cosplay are they playing? I guess I'm still a bit out of touch with the younger generation.]
Yang Lan watched her son typing away in the chat box, and without even thinking, she knew he was complaining. She rolled her eyes at him, unsure of what was going on in her mind.
When she came to her senses, she saw that the rankings on the screen, which were originally arranged alphabetically by company name, had changed, and Baiyue Group had suddenly surged to the top of the list.
Inside the computer room, Wen Chu was the first to submit the first question, which was completely correct and took only six minutes.
Yang Lan couldn't believe her eyes. She stared blankly for two seconds, blinked twice, and then pointed and said, "Hey! Look, look!"
Wen Heng was sharing his shock with his brothers when he looked up and was stunned by what he saw. Wen Shiyang sat up straight, leaning forward to make sure he wasn't seeing things.
"What's going on?" Wen Heng asked incredulously. "I think I've only been gone for a little over a month, right? Has she been possessed? She can actually write some code? I thought she couldn't even tell the difference between Java and C++."
Yang Lan said happily, "I knew Chu Chu was learning! The things she said at the banquet last time even fooled your dad!"
Two minutes later, Wen Heng's team submitted their first question, and ten seconds later, Xie Rui followed suit. People continued to submit their first questions, and the rankings kept shifting.
Shocked, Wen Heng casually posted a message on his WeChat Moments visible only to his private friends: "Brothers, it seems my pig can climb trees."
The crowd below were full of questions, urging him to explain in detail.
Qi Siyan was shocked by the situation for a long time before she slowly regained her composure, twitching the corners of her mouth, but the smile didn't reach her eyes: "A bit unexpected."
Wen Chu was furiously typing away at her computer, while the discussion outside reached a fever pitch. Strangers were marveling at Baiyue's strength and inquiring about her identity, while those who knew her were astonished by her transformation. All of this was thanks to that unnecessary camera shot.
She originally wanted to finish the competition quietly and win quietly.
Five minutes later she submitted the second question.
Six minutes later, she submitted the third question.
Eight minutes later, she submitted the fourth question.
It gets more complicated as you go on.
She worked against the clock, without slacking off, and her momentum was rapid.
There were twelve questions in total, and only three hours. She wanted to reserve an hour and a half, or even more, for the last two innovative essay questions, which were the key to differentiating herself. The earlier questions wouldn't create a significant gap between her and the experts present.
The key to victory lies in time.
This was a routine operation for her, but little did she know that her performance would surprise and delight outsiders, whose emotions would rise and fall like a rollercoaster.
Half the time had passed in the blink of an eye, and she had successfully completed the first ten questions with 100% accuracy and without any minor errors, surpassing the time taken by Kemin and Xierui by 15 and 20 minutes respectively.
Baiyue's name remained firmly at the top of the list, without moving an inch.
Having progressed this far, we've seen everything we can. For the next innovative questions, we can only see how fast the submissions are received; the scores won't be given immediately.
The spectators could finally catch their breath, have a sip of tea, and go to the restroom.
Yang Binshi poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Lu Ming, who had been sitting in front of the screen. His expression was a mix of happiness and displeasure as he said, "I didn't expect Miss Wen to be so capable. It's truly astonishing. I just wonder how she'll perform on the next two questions. I hope nothing unexpected happens."
Lu Ming glanced at him, and Yang Binshi quickly shut up. Jiang Xing, on the other hand, said, "I have experienced Miss Wen's abilities and ideas before, and I think we still have a chance of winning."
The competition continued inside the computer room. The last two questions weren't as relentlessly pursued as before; many companies had reached this stage, and the scrolling on the large screen slowed down.
Wen Chu looked at the question and fell into thought.
The first question wasn't difficult for her; it was a topic she had already studied. But the second question was surprisingly about emotional memory in a conversational model.
She frowned, just like the technical problems she faced before being sent into this world.
Could this damn system be doing this on purpose? Knowing that her research in this area is not in-depth and is considered a weakness, is it deliberately making things difficult for her?
The director was very perceptive and recorded her frowning expression, as if to enhance the tense atmosphere and arouse the audience's curiosity and tension—after all, she was currently in first place.
With things already at this point, she had no time to think it over, so Wen Chu quickly started writing. Unexpectedly, she had only finished half of the first question when she saw someone submit two questions in a row. The company representing that person turned red, meaning the quiz was over and they could leave.
She was somewhat surprised, glancing at the clock diagonally in front of her. She couldn't figure out what kind of person this was. Logically, it shouldn't be this fast; there was still an hour and twenty minutes left.
She has never had the habit of handing in her papers early since she was a child. She uses whatever time she is given and never leaves until the very last moment. So she is not in a hurry and continues to immerse herself in her thoughts.
Gradually, the companies that were slower in the first half started to pick up speed on the last two questions, and people began to submit their questions one after another.
However, Wen Chu didn't even hand in the first question, a stark contrast to her previous rapid momentum.
"What's going on? How come these people are writing so fast?" Yang Lan asked anxiously, her hands clasped together. "Why didn't Chu Chu hand it in? Judging from her expression just now, did she encounter something she didn't know how to do?"
Although a hint of urgency flashed in Wen Shiyang's eyes, he remained calm and said, "What's the rush? Let's see to the end. This isn't something you can rush."
Yang Lan pouted and said, "Then, with the same score, it's definitely more advantageous to submit it earlier!"
Wen Heng couldn't help but interrupt them: "Dad, Mom, you seem to have misunderstood something. This girl doesn't represent our family. If she wins, I lose. Why are you so anxious for her? Of course, the chances of the people I sent losing are extremely slim."
He had barely finished speaking when the screen displayed a question submitted by Keming on behalf of the team, as if verifying his words. Wen Heng raised his chin, leaned back on the leather sofa, and said smugly, "I told you."
At this point, Wen Shiyang's expression darkened again. He slapped the sofa and said irritably, "That girl! She didn't even consult me about such a big thing! She asked me once before, but I didn't take it seriously. I didn't expect her to pull this stunt! Lu Ming is really bold to agree to this! My daughter, whom I've raised for twenty-two years, was kidnapped by him to be a thug without a word, and he's acting like he doesn't care and is unwilling! After the competition, I must make him give me an explanation!"
“That’s right, that’s right! If you can’t bring yourself to do it, I’ll do it! We’ll both teach them a lesson!” Wen Heng urged, stirring things up.
Yang Lan pretended to hit him again.
In the blink of an eye, only twenty minutes remained in the match.
Lu Ming remained seated expressionlessly, while the two people beside him grew restless. They drank pot after pot of tea; Ke Ming and Xie Rui had already submitted their first questions, but Wen Chu had yet to submit hers.
"I don't know what the situation is now." Yang Binshi sighed, and couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark, "Judging from Miss Wen's expression just now, the situation is not very optimistic."
Lu Ming looked at the screen, took a sip of tea, and remained calm.
Regardless of the outcome, at least Wen Chu didn't lie to him and genuinely tried her best to fight for him, and that's enough.
Yang Binshi didn't know why his boss wasn't in a hurry at all. Did love make people so blindly confident? Or was it really as rumored, that the other party's intention wasn't to compete, but to climb up to the Wen family?
This wealthy family is as deep as the sea; he truly cannot see through it.
The countdown began, and with one minute left, Wen Chu submitted both questions, then rubbed her shoulders and stretched. She looked around and noticed that very few people remained.
She was inexplicably dragged into this world and had to juggle love and career at the same time. Was it easy for her?
She was confident about all the questions except the last one.
As for the sentiment algorithm in the last question, although she said she hadn't studied it in depth—because she had always felt there was no need to study it in depth—her basic knowledge was still ahead of these people, and her insights would probably be more advanced than others.
I just don't know if the judges will be able to spot the talent.
Wen Chu was afraid that they were old-fashioned and unwilling to accept new things, and would accuse her of talking nonsense without verification. That would be a bit difficult to handle.
Thinking of this, Wen Chu stood up, her face showing some worry and regret for introducing many data processing methods that had not yet been proposed into the code.
She spent a lot of time writing annotations for this purpose, and hopefully these people are not quacks, but fair enough to understand.
Seeing that Wen Chu had finally submitted her answer sheet and that Bai Yue's column had turned red, the three members of the Wen family and the three members of Lu Ming's group all breathed a sigh of relief.
Wen Heng put down his phone, slapped his thigh, rubbed his hands together, stood up and said, "Alright! Let's go greet this little darling who's going to surprise us!"
Yang Lan helped Wen Shiyang to his feet, and the three of them walked together toward the entrance of the computer room.
But before they even arrived, they could see Lu Ming already waiting at the door.
The three of them stopped in their tracks. Wen Heng clicked his tongue, still unable to believe it: "This kid really doesn't like Xiaoxue, but has fallen for my troublemaker? So eager." He glanced at Wen Shiyang, "So, should we go over?"
Looking at them, Wen Shiyang snorted irritably, waved his hand, and decided to give up: "Let's go! Let them stay here for now. I heard that President Chen is here today. Let's go and have a chat with him first. We'll settle accounts with these two after the competition is over! I want to see what kind of ranking she can get. If we go now, we'll just make a fool of ourselves in front of others."
"Alright." As they passed behind Lu Ming, Wen Heng coughed deliberately.
Lu Ming had naturally sensed their gazes long ago, but he knew that now was not the time to talk about these things. He needed to wait for Wen Chu to come out and ask her clearly before making any plans, so he could only pretend that he hadn't seen them.
Wen Heng brushed past him on the back, as if giving him a warning, and Lu Mingwei sighed almost imperceptibly.
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Author's Note: I updated nearly 5000 words today, really no one's going to give me some nutrient solution? [dog head with rose in hand]
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