NIP Chapter 31: A female academician of the National Academy of Sciences went mad after casually writing
Chapter 31: A female academician of the National Academy of Sciences went mad after casually writing
Lin Xian leaned back in the floating recliner and picked at his ear with some impatience.
His gaze passed through the holographic light guide staircase and landed on the short-haired woman outside the manor gate.
The woman was wearing a well-tailored white haute couture business suit, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on her nose.
She gripped a crumpled piece of draft paper tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning bluish-white from the excessive force.
There was even a large patch of bright yellow fried chicken oil stuck to the paper, giving off a stale, overnight aroma.
This woman is the youngest female academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, named Zhong Xiaoai.
She pushed up her glasses that had slipped off her nose, stared at the few lines of scribbles on the paper, and even her breath caught in her throat.
"A spatial dimensionality reduction defense protocol... the code can actually be written using this kind of multi-dimensional topology architecture?"
Several elderly academicians who were squatting next to the gatekeeper went over for a look and immediately gasped in shock.
The highly respected old man Li even threw away his mahogany cane, pointed at the tattered paper, and his lips trembled.
"Isn't this the piece of scrap paper that the lazy god used to line the fried chicken bones yesterday?!"
Zhong Xiaoai couldn't hear the noise outside at all; her mind was filled with the frantic deductions of code reorganization.
Last night, she accidentally picked up the piece of scrap paper that had flown over the wall, initially thinking it was just a child's doodle.
But after seeing the nested functions above, she immediately ordered the dismantling of the Chinese Academy of Sciences' top-level supercomputer overnight.
Hundreds of top national researchers worked through the night, drinking three large cases of black coffee, just to get one percent of the code logic on paper working.
As a result, the supercomputer, which cost tens of billions of dollars to build, was completely locked down by this defense program, with all its computing cores shut down.
By simply applying this algorithm, humanity's existing network defense technology will leap forward by a full two hundred years!
Zhong Xiaoai suddenly raised her head, her eyes flashing with the light of a hungry wolf eyeing fresh meat.
She kicked off her expensive high heels and ran barefoot down the holographic staircase into the manor.
Just as Zhou Bapi was about to stop the man, he saw the National Academy of Sciences Special Class Pass hanging on the man's chest and was so frightened that he quickly pulled his hand back into his sleeve.
Zhong Xiaoai rushed into the spacious floating living room and knelt down in front of Lin Xian's beach chair with a thud.
She held the greasy piece of waste paper high above her head with both hands, her voice cracking from shouting so loudly.
"Mr. Lin, where exactly did you put the other half of the core code for this multidimensional topology algorithm?"
Lin Xian yawned, grabbed the mutated strawberry that Xia Anran had just washed, and took a big bite.
"I forgot, after I finished eating fried chicken yesterday, I wiped my hands and probably used the remaining half of the paper to prop up the table leg."
Zhong Xiaoai felt as if an invisible hand had squeezed her heart hard.
This man actually used core code that was 200 years ahead of the world to wipe his hands and prop up table legs!
She disregarded any notion of being a cold and aloof female academician and immediately lay down on the ground to start rummaging through the wastepaper basket next to Lin Xian.
There was a piece of paper covered in watermelon juice lying in the wastepaper basket. She carefully held it in her hands and put it in her bosom as if it were a treasure.
"Mr. Lin, I want to stay in the manor. I want to spend every day with these pieces of waste paper!"
Lin Xian lazily turned over, turning his back to the persistent woman.
"This isn't a junkyard. You, a national-level academician, come here to rummage through the trash. Aren't you afraid that the higher-ups will send people to cause me trouble?"
Chung Hsiao-ai waved her hands frantically and immediately pulled out a dedicated cell phone with the national emblem and slapped it on the table.
"Don't worry, starting today, those quantum communication satellites the government allocated to me will be used specifically to help you snag limited-edition snacks!"
"The Academy of Sciences' supersonic special plane is on standby 24 hours a day. Which country's air-freighted seafood would you like to eat? I'll deliver it to your table within half an hour!"
The old academicians outside smacked their lips as they listened, thinking that Zhong girl had completely abandoned all sense of shame in order to learn some technology.
Lin Xian reluctantly hummed in agreement when he heard that someone was offering to run snack delivery services.
"Alright, the hall is spacious anyway, you can stay wherever you want, just don't disturb my afternoon nap."
Zhong Xiaoai felt as if she had been granted a pardon, and immediately turned around and pulled out a rolled-up camping sleeping bag from her backpack.
She actually set up a makeshift bed right next to Lin Xian's sofa, acting as if she was determined to stay there permanently.
Tang Wu happened to be walking up from the underground laboratory with a wrench in her hand. When she saw her colleague on the floor, she stopped at the top of the stairs.
The two brilliant female scientists, standing at the top of the pyramid, stared at each other, a tension palpable in the air.
Tang Wu snorted coldly and shook the heavy-duty wrench covered in engine oil in her hand.
"Newcomer, the wastepaper baskets produced on this estate are my private territory. You'd better not rummage through them."
Zhong Xiaoai pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, tightly protecting the two crumpled pieces of trash in her arms, refusing to budge an inch.
"Everyone is equal before science. It all depends on one's ability. Whoever finds it first gets it. At worst, I'll wash Mr. Lin's socks a couple more times to exchange for them."
Ye Xiu was squatting at the entrance of the computer room, holding a bowl of pickled cabbage noodles, so engrossed that he didn't even notice the noodles spitting out of his nostrils.
A tech giant worth hundreds of billions works as a security guard at the gate, while a female academician of the National Academy of Sciences is vying to sleep on the floor and rummage through the trash.
This floating manor in Qingshui County is so valuable that even the Jade Emperor would have to queue up at the entrance to get a number.
Zhong Xiaoai sat on the floor with satisfaction, took out a small encrypted black notebook and began to frantically deduce the half of the code.
She would occasionally glance up at the draft paper Lin Xian had carelessly tossed aside, a silly grin spreading across her face, like a lovesick fool who had just received candy.
Lin Xian half-closed his eyes, feeling the gentle breeze from the central air conditioning system, and stretched his limbs comfortably.
Zhong Xiaoai had just smoothed out the edges of her floor mat and even disinfected the wastepaper basket with antibacterial spray.
A series of crisp high heel clicks echoed from the kitchen's temperature-controlled hallway.
Su Qinghan, dressed in a cool and fitted ice silk suspender dress, walked over carrying two glasses of blue sparkling water with ice cubes.
The cold water droplets condensed on the glass slid slowly down her fair fingertips and dripped onto the expensive wooden floor.
She shoved one of the iced drinks into Lin Xian's hand and gracefully sat down on the edge of the recliner.
Su Qinghan brushed a stray hair behind her ear, looked at the dazzling sunlight outside the holographic star map, and sighed softly.
"Boss, it's been so hot and humid outside these past few days that it's hard to breathe. I've seen everyone posting photos of their island vacations on social media."
Lin Xian bit into the transparent straw in his iced drink, raised an eyebrow, and swallowed the mouthful of cold, sweet water.
Su Qinghan tapped her slender fingers twice on the glass, a hint of cunning in her eyes.
"I happen to have a private beach in Sanya. Would you consider taking everyone there for a beach vacation?"