After Steven and Liang Conglin had a brief negotiation on the stage, he said to the students below: "We will use a free-for-all next."
"The rules are very simple. You use the instructions you wrote before to control the robots to fight each other. You win if you defeat the opponent's robot until your robot becomes the last one standing on the field. Do you understand the rules?"
The 12 people below, except for the one who didn't finish the command, were eager to try: "I understand!"
Liang Conglin glanced at the girl in the corner, calmed himself down, and said with a smile, "I'll count to 123."
"123, start!"
With his order, 8 out of the 12 robots on the field began to move.
Four robots were unable to move because four people failed to write a command to drive the robots within the specified time.
The representatives of their four schools all looked unhappy. They stood awkwardly on the second-floor stands, rubbing their noses and laughing dryly.
Fortunately, the president of University A had expected this result and said in a more open-minded way: "Our students are not good at this. What matters is that we participate."
"Haha, participation is what matters. Yes, participation is what matters." The representatives of the other three schools laughed awkwardly and joined in the conversation. They were not as open-minded as him. At least they did not make any embarrassing jokes in this occasion.
Everyone's attention was mainly focused on the robot confrontation off the field.
"Wow, Cambridge is indeed the place to be. Look at the red robot that Professor Steven's student made. It can not only walk, but it can even do difficult movements like bending its knees."
"where?"
"Hey, over there."
Several people on the stage looked in the direction he pointed, and saw the red and blue robots fighting each other. The blue robot took a running start and then rushed towards the red robot.
At the critical moment, the red robot actually bent its knees to avoid the fatal impact of the blue robot, and then took the opportunity to push down the blue robot that was standing unstable on the ground.
The operator of the blue robot was not as good as her. He did not write many small programs and could only control the robot to walk and run, turn its head and change direction.
When faced with a complex situation, the robot program he wrote was not enough, and the robot he operated was unable to respond accordingly, and it just fell to the ground and could not get up.
The boy in black school uniform showed a frustrated and unwilling expression, took his hands off the mouse, and accepted his failure.
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Second floor grandstand.
Everyone saw this scene.
"I didn't expect that she could complete the kneeling instruction in such a short time. She is indeed a talent." Liang Conglin exclaimed.
The people around Steven couldn't wait to congratulate him in advance: "You are worthy of being Professor Steven's student! This is the first time I have seen someone who can complete a difficult instruction in such a short time."
"Yes, it seems that Cambridge does represent the highest level among universities. We still have to work harder."
"We can't win in the competition every year. Professor Steven should give us some slack. Otherwise, our school won't participate in this kind of competition next time."
Steven raised his mouth proudly, raised his hand to signal everyone not to speak, and then said reservedly: "It's not over yet, let's wait and see."
Liang Conglin looked at him as if he had already won, raised his eyebrows, and said calmly: "Yes, the game is not over yet, let's wait and see."
Several representatives from overseas universities suppressed their disdain, kept silent for the sake of face, and turned around to continue watching the confrontation off the field.