time is tight.
In addition, only one person chose to continue answering the questions, so clearing the field was avoided.
As a result, Jiang Fuyue, who was sitting in front of the computer and typing on the keyboard with her ten fingers flying, became the focus of attention in an instant. She was watched closely and commented wantonly.
"Can she do it? There are three minutes left."
"It's useless, this problem can't be solved at all."
"But I see she looks very confident, in case she really has a trump card..."
"Oh, dear friend, you think too much. Chinese people just like to be heroes to show their superiority. What's the result? Wait and see, it's just self-defeating."
"But I don't think she's in a hurry..."
"This is to talk about the second trait of Chinese people. Besides being heroes, they are also good at pretending."
"Everyone watch the time, let her hand in the paper as soon as the bell rings, not even a second later!"
"..."
From the moment Jiang Fuyue stood up, she had already stood on the opposite side of everyone: either she failed and everyone scored; or she scored and everyone else died in battle.
Different positions determine the difference between enemy and friend.
As for these, Jiang Fuyue accepted all of them.
It's not that she can't hear the bad-mouthing; it's not that she can't feel the contempt.
But she didn't care, all she could see was the program code on the screen, her hands were getting faster and faster, and her brain was doing precise calculations at the same time.
Even standing behind her, the closest person could not see clearly what was written on the rapidly scrolling programming page, let alone judge right or wrong.
Everyone has one and only one feeling, that is—dazzled!
Gao Zhaoming squeezed hard to the front, followed by Huang Hui.
Soon, Fanye was not to be outdone.
The three consciously moved behind Jiang Fuyue, separating her from the crowd of onlookers, like a solid shield.
The more this time, the more careful you have to be. In case someone sees Jiang Fuyue's work and wants to play tricks, then the three of them can still block it.
Not necessarily useful, but better than nothing.
A gringo with chestnut hair and blue eyes has been fanning the flames, talking about "Chinese people", such as arrogant, hypocritical, cunning...extremely slanderous.
Gao Zhaoming turned his head coldly: "Shut up, you idiot."
Huang Hui: "This is not a dog farm, please keep quiet, thank you for your cooperation!"
The gringo: "Oh! I missed something just now, the Chinese people are very vulgar..."
Before he finished speaking, a heavy punch landed on his abdomen suddenly. The man backed away screaming in pain, his face pale, but he did not forget to search for the culprit immediately.
But there's a lot of people around, and it's possible for anyone.
The most suspected ones were the two Chinese teenagers who had a quarrel with him just now, but their position and angle couldn't hit his abdomen at all.
But the girl next to him might.
But looking at that skinny, malnourished appearance, how could he have such great strength
The gringo ruled her out first.
As everyone knows, Fanye is currently moving her fingers to relieve the discomfort, and said to herself: This gringo's skin is quite thick, and her hand hurts from being smashed by her.
"There's only one minute left!"
I saw that Jiang Fuyue's speed was getting faster and faster, and her expression gradually became more and more serious.
"The last ten seconds, nine, eight, seven... three, two, one!"
The last second was accompanied by the sound of Jiang Fuyue hitting the carriage return—time is up!
The girl got up and left her seat, took half a step back and stood still, which meant that the exam was over and she handed in the paper.
Wow—
"She really did it?"
"Who knows if it's a mess of writing?"
"Just look at the results of the test run."
"Don't worry, you will definitely not be able to solve this question. The questions are full of uncertain information, and there is no way to start."
"Yes, that's the feeling of not being able to grasp it!"
"..."
Gao Zhaoming and Huang Hui looked at each other, "It's a gamble?"
"What bet?"
"a meal."
Huang Hui nodded: "Yes, then I guess Sister Yue can do it."
"No... I guess I can too? How does this count?"
Huang Hui spread his hands and shrugged: "Anyway, I won't change. Sister Xinyue, I have something to eat."
"I also think Elder Sister Yue can do it." Fan Ye interrupted suddenly, smiling and winking at the two of them.
Gao Zhaoming: "..." Then what a gamble!
Under everyone's gaze, Xie Dingyuan walked to the computer and started a trial run.
The page jumped several times, and a large amount of complex codes emerged. During the process, the screen froze and flickered for a while.
But after a few seconds, it resumed.
Everyone held their breath, their eyes longing to be glued to the screen.
However, a minute passed, and the test run was not over.
Two minutes passed and it continued.
Five minutes later, it was still the same.
"what's up?"
"computer is broken?"
"It doesn't make sense. The trial run usually ends in a few seconds. How could it be delayed for five minutes?"
"But looking at the interface, everything is normal, and the process is not stuck."
"It's amazing that the test run lasted more than five minutes!"
Andre couldn't make it to the front, so he missed the opportunity to watch the goddess programming with his own eyes.
At this moment, he was mingling among the crowd, being pushed and shoved, and he could only infer the direction of the situation from the discussions coming from ahead.
He suddenly heard someone say "Test run for more than five minutes", he rubbed his chin with a thoughtful expression on his face.
Seeing this, the companion couldn't help asking: "What are you thinking?"
Andre: "Case, what do you mean it takes a long time to run?"
"The more data, the greater the amount of calculation, the longer it will naturally take. Otherwise, how could something like a supercomputer be born?"
"Bingo!" Andre snapped his fingers.
"You mean, the amount of calculation of her program has exceeded the range that ordinary computers can handle? That's not right, overloading will directly crash, but the computer is still running now..."
"So, not only did she write a high-intensity calculation program in five minutes, but she also controlled the data output within the range that an ordinary computer can load, which requires another program..."
"Hiss!" The companion gasped, "Five minutes... this is impossible! You must be joking."
Andre shook his head, raised an index finger and swayed left and right: "It's impossible for you and me; but for her, it's possible!"
…
"Sir, so what's the result? You can't wait like this forever, can you?"
Someone is getting impatient.
Waiting is always anxious, and self-confidence is also lost bit by bit.
On the other hand, Jiang Fuyue, from the beginning to the end, from the end to the present, her calmness seemed to be engraved into her bones, and it was revealed in every gesture.
She just stood like that, doing nothing, and people could feel the pressure—
The calmer she was, the more panicked they became.
"How long will it take?"
"You won't play tricks on us?"
"Sir, can you give everyone a specific time?"
"..."
Everyone was chattering, but Xie Dingyuan was unmoved.
Everyone didn't dare to go too far, just like the blond man who wanted to swear at the beginning, in front of such a man who can't distinguish between emotions and anger, and has his own aura, fear seems to be an instinct, and presumptuousness has to be weighed.
Xie Dingyuan only looked at the screen, not people, and turned a deaf ear to the discussions and demands around him.
The key is that everyone still has nothing to do with him!
Jiang Fuyue intuitively felt the pride of this man again.
He even showed a little disdain—
I don't bother arguing with a group of fools, and I don't even bother to answer a few words.
Although this kind of emotion is very light, and he himself hides it very well, it still hasn't escaped Jiang Fuyue's eyes.
Love and hatred, joy and dislike, seem to have become distinct in Xie Dingyuan's place.
Jiang Fuyue suddenly understood his pride.
In many cases, pride may make you look high-sighted and unlovable; but it can distance yourself from fools in the shortest possible time.
Jiang Fuyue suddenly realized that she had been treated as a "stupid" by Xie Dingyuan, tsk tsk...
Fortunately, she has turned the tables.
Seeing the commotion intensified, Xie Dingyuan was still unmoved, the staff of the examination room stepped forward bravely, and discussed with him in a friendly manner—
"Professor Xie, look at the current situation... Should we say something?"
"ten minutes."
"ah?"
Xie Dingyuan: "Wait another ten minutes and the result will come out."
The staff was overjoyed and hurriedly informed everyone.
The scene was quickly calmed down, and suddenly—
Xie Dingyuan: "Taking advantage of this time, why not talk about your thinking, anyway, if the results come out, if someone is not convinced, you still have to talk about it."
Jiang Fuyue raised her eyes, caught off guard and bumped into the man's eyes, she paused for half a second before realizing that she was cue...