sinovels Chapter 179 Where Did This Pervert Come From?
Chapter 179 Where Did This Pervert Come From?
In a secluded room somewhere on campus, where the light was extremely dim.
A group of the school's top hackers gathered together, like hardcore internet addicts spending the night in an internet cafe, staring intently at their screens.
Several rows of heavy-duty servers placed against the wall shimmered with a ghostly blue light, their fans emitting a deafening roar as they operated non-stop at overload.
On the table, several boxes of leftover cold pizza were scattered about, and the air was filled with the smell of carbonated drinks and the heat from the computer case.
"Hey, do you guys think... there will be any good prospects among this year's freshmen?"
A short-haired boy wearing a signature geek hoodie asked lazily.
He is the lead programmer on the team, codenamed "Cipher Fox," and won first place in last year's campus hackathon with overwhelming dominance.
"Who knows? It would be great if someone could just read the question, immediately understand it, and come to us. That would save us the trouble of screening."
The person next to them who chimed in was a girl with a huge blue gaming headset hanging around her neck, codenamed "Entropy".
She is an extraordinary genius, a top talent who has won the national college AI challenge twice in a row!
"Otherwise, why do you think we would bleed so much money and give away that precious graphics card as a prize to put on this show?"
Tsk! They're all a bunch of shrewd guys who only care about profit.
Why didn't we just cooperate with the plot and go save that poor beaver? Why did we have to use such a heavy bait?
A tall, slender boy muttered complaints as he reached up and pulled off the suffocating black hood from his head.
Beneath the hood, a stunningly handsome face was revealed, so handsome that he could easily debut in Hollywood and star in idol dramas!
He is the core systems engineer of this team, codenamed "Root".
"I told you guys long ago, this trick won't work at all!"
Only the idiots of our generation would rush forward to rescue a kitten trapped in a tree.
These kids nowadays are completely different; their emotions have long since dried up!
They're all a bunch of cold-blooded animals who won't act until they see a clear benefit!
"Prioritizing immediate gains and losses over empathy, exhibiting absolute rational egoism—can we blame these kids in today's society?"
Entropy rolled its eyes and started its usual banter with Root.
On the main display screen in front of them, an extremely detailed campus map was lit up.
The red dots representing student locations are flashing densely on the map.
This is no ordinary map; it's a real-time tracking system that their team independently developed over six months!
Using sensors that have been quietly installed in various corners of the campus, this system can convert the data of all students' movement trajectories into coordinates and display them on a map in real time.
It's totally from God's perspective!
Just as the two were arguing.
"drop--!"
The system suddenly emitted an extremely clear alarm sound.
"Oh? Interesting, someone's red dot has moved."
Cipher Fox's eyes widened slightly.
"And...it's moving so fast, it's a straight line that's separated from the main force!"
"What?"
Root and Entropy suddenly swarmed over.
When they saw the red dot on the map, which was rushing toward the correct answer in a very clear straight line, everyone's breath caught in their throat!
"This is unbelievable!!!" Root exclaimed in disbelief.
"This...this is solved?! Are you kidding me?! This problem hasn't even been out for three minutes, has it?!"
"Where did it take three minutes? Judging from this trajectory, he left the square almost within ten seconds of the question popping up!"
Cipher Fox rubbed his eyes frantically, his face almost pressed against the screen.
"He didn't even do any calculations! He figured out the answer right away?! He did factorization in his head?! Where did this freak come from?!"
Watching the unwavering trajectory of the movement, Entropy swallowed hard, staring intently at the screen and muttering to himself:
"The first question... is relatively easy. Whether we can make it to the end depends on our true abilities..."
Even though she said that, her hand holding the mouse was trembling slightly.
"Please... I really hope we get a super monster with off-the-charts math talent..."
These big shots, who were once invincible at MIT and had already reached the pinnacle in their respective fields, were now staring intently at the red dot on the screen, not daring to even breathe loudly!
There is only one reason why they spared no expense and risked disciplinary action from the school to prepare for this challenge:
The goal is to find the "final piece" from this year's freshmen to complete their ultimate project!
And now, this puzzle...
It seems... it has appeared!
.......
Su Hao casually rolled up the brochure in his hand, stuffed it into his back pocket, and then ran straight towards Building 4.
"what?"
Having only taken a few steps into the corridor, Su Hao subconsciously slowed his pace.
Along both sides of this long corridor, huge blackboards were hung side by side on each wall.
At first glance, the dense white chalk writing fills the field of vision, and a strong sense of academic pressure is overwhelming.
Su Hao raised an eyebrow, pondering to himself:
Is this a problem that someone got stuck on halfway through solving?
On a blackboard next to him, there were still large marks left from someone frantically erasing it with a blackboard eraser.
Next to it was a long, detailed explanation of the solution, painstakingly derived using Maxwell's equations.
Below the core derivation, a line of text was heavily circled in bold chalk:
Do not erase.
Su Hao looked around and saw that every blackboard was covered with densely written solutions.
The hastily and carelessly written sticky notes were stuck everywhere like plasters;
A puzzle that someone had halfway through, clearly abandoned due to mental exhaustion, was taken over by another person with completely different handwriting, who then completed the amazing steps.
You can even see people staying up all night writing lengthy proofs, only to have another ruthless passerby mercilessly point out a fatal counterexample in the morning.
Here, the once distinct boundaries between "classroom" and "corridor" have been completely shattered by a fervent academic atmosphere.
Su Hao's steps slowed down, and finally he stopped in front of an unsolved puzzle left by some unlucky guy.
A desperate plea for help was written on the edge of the blackboard:
Is this derivation direction correct? Could someone please explain it?
Let's look at the question again: Design a signal recovery algorithm for noise and phase uncertainty.
This question seemed to have suddenly taken root in the ground, firmly holding Su Hao's gaze and making him unable to move his feet for a moment.
"Interesting..." Su Hao muttered to himself, casually picking up a piece of chalk from the blackboard slot.
The content on the blackboard shows the attempt to introduce the Wildinger derivative, trying to circumvent the obstacle of finding derivatives of non-analytic functions by splitting the partial derivatives in the complex field, but completely getting stuck halfway through multiple integrals.
Su Hao narrowed his eyes and quickly scanned the messy arrows on the blackboard, which resembled a tangled mess, as well as the half-erased symbols that had been angrily erased.
Then, without hesitation, he pressed the chalk against the only remaining blank space next to him.
Brush, brush.
The chalk made a crisp sound as it rubbed against the blackboard.
"The question setter's approach was not wrong, but he was just a little lacking in experience."
Treating phase uncertainties of this magnitude as a whole is akin to walking a tightrope blindfolded on the edge of a cliff.
While frantically calculating in his mind, Su Hao casually wrote down the derivation.
By forcibly splitting complex numbers into real and imaginary parts to track changes, it becomes possible to accurately capture not only the signal strength...
It can also use extremely elegant mathematical formulas to accurately describe the fluctuations in phase.
"Alright, follow this direction, and you'll be able to solve it."
He dusted off his hands with chalk dust, leaving behind those few lines of crucial derivation hints that could be considered the "finishing touch"...
Su Hao casually tossed the chalk back into the chalk tray, then started running towards his destination again.