mc-med Chapter 60 should have just thrown the data in his face.
Chapter 60 should have just thrown the data in his face.
The official Loongson project account receives tens of thousands of comments every day. Some people criticize them for scamming funding, while others call Lin Yu a bookworm who only knows how to solve problems.
"Let them curse."
Lin Yu walked to the window and looked at the gray sky outside. "Fifteen days left."
The day before departure.
Chen Jiefang arrived at the base. The head of the country's top scientific research institution looked at the excessively young team before him.
A freshman, a top student, and a recent graduate programmer.
In addition, there were several old men in their sixties.
This is the complete lineup that China has sent to the world's highest supercomputing stage.
"Xiao Lin."
Chen Jiefang patted Lin Yu on the shoulder, his usually calm voice slightly hoarse, "There's a lot of pressure from above. If we can't produce anything this time, the Loongson project might have to be halted."
Lin Yu looked at him.
"Old Chen, do you know when playing cards is the most fun?"
Chen Jiefang didn't react in time.
"The opponent thought they had four twos, so they revealed their hand directly."
Lin Yu, with one hand in his pocket and a calm tone, said, "Then I threw out the royal flush."
Chen Jiefang looked at the young man in front of him. There was no tension or pressure in his eyes, only a kind of languid indifference that seemed to see through everything.
He laughed suddenly.
"Okay. I'm waiting for your trump card."
The next day, at Beijing Capital International Airport.
Shen Yue, dressed in a smart business suit, distributed boarding passes to everyone.
"Mr. Lin, economy class." She handed it to Lin Yu.
"Ms. Xia, economy class."
"Mr. Wang."
Shen Yue looked at Wang Lei, "Business class."
Wang Lei took the boarding pass, tears welling up in his eyes. "Boss, you're so kind. I'll never complain about you exploiting me again."
Lin Yu ignored him, put on her headphones, and walked straight to the boarding gate.
The plane takes off.
The trans-Pacific route is long and tedious.
Lin Yu slept for a full fourteen hours.
When the plane landed at Chicago O'Hare International Airport, it was dark outside.
Chicago, we've arrived.
The SC conference was held at the McCormick Place Convention Center in Chicago.
This is the highest hall of fame in the global high-performance computing field. Those who have a place here are all giants like Google, Nvidia, and IBM, as well as top universities like MIT and Stanford.
Conference Registration Office.
The hall was bustling with noise. Scientists, engineers, and journalists from all over the world crowded into it.
"Look over there." Wang Lei nudged Lin Yu with his elbow as he dragged his suitcase.
In the center of the hall, a man was surrounded by cameras and microphones.
Kevin Sterling.
He was wearing a well-tailored suit, his blond hair was neatly combed, and he was speaking eloquently to the camera.
"Yes, our chip has completed final testing. An 18% energy recovery rate is an insurmountable figure."
Kevin smiled confidently at the camera, saying, "I look forward to showing the world real technology at tomorrow's opening ceremony."
A reporter handed him the microphone.
"Mr. Sterling, the Chinese team arrived in Chicago today. Do you have anything to say to Lin Yu, who is known as Mr. 750?"
Kevin shrugged.
"As I've said before, science needs data, not a perfect exam paper."
He gave the camera a regretful look, "If they're just here to visit, I welcome them. If they're here to compete, I suggest they bring tissues."
A burst of laughter erupted from the surrounding area.
Wang Lei was so angry that his face turned red, and he threw his suitcase down and was about to rush over.
Lin Yu reached out to stop him.
"If a dog bites you, are you going to bite back?" Lin Yu asked calmly.
"But……"
"Let him call."
Lin Yu turned and walked towards the registration desk. "I'll complete the formalities."
They walked up to the registration desk.
Shen Yue handed over the documents. "China, Loongson Project Team."
The staff looked at the documents, then looked at them.
"Sorry, your booth is on the edge of Zone D." The staff member handed over a sign.
Section D is the most secluded corner of the entire venue, so remote that even flies usually avoid it.
"We applied for the core booth in Area A!" Shen Yue frowned.
"Area A is full. The MIT team has taken up three booths."
The staff were indifferent, saying, "This is the organizing committee's decision."
Just as Shen Yue was about to lash out, Lin Yu took the sign.
"It's okay. Area D is fine, quiet."
He turned around with the sign in his hand and came face to face with Kevin walking towards him.
The media cameras immediately turned to them.
The flashes of light were continuous.
This was the first time the two had truly faced each other.
Kevin looked at Lin Yu, his gaze sweeping over Lin Yu's black T-shirt and oversized sports jacket, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.
"Lin Yu. Mr. 750."
Kevin held out his hand. "You finally dared to show your face."
Lin Yu didn't look at his hand.
He put one hand in his pocket, his gaze passing over Kevin's shoulder as he looked at the countdown clock on the wall.
Kevin's hand froze in mid-air, and he awkwardly withdrew it.
"I heard you were assigned to Sector D?"
Kevin sneered, "That's a good place. It's close to the toilet, making it convenient for you to cry after the test fails."
The surrounding reporters quickly jotted down this provocative remark.
Xia Zijing stood next to Lin Yu, pushed up her glasses, and opened the tablet in her hand.
Kevin Sterling.
Xia Zijing spoke, her voice cold and clear, "Three months ago, you replied to netizens online, saying that materials with thermal conductivity exceeding bismuth telluride do not exist. Is that right?"
Kevin was taken aback.
"Yes. That's determined by the laws of physics."
Lin Yu finally turned his gaze back to Kevin's face.
"Did you set the laws of physics?"
Kevin's expression changed.
Lin Yu didn't say another word. He walked past Kevin and headed straight for the elevator.
As Wang Lei passed by Kevin, he glared at him fiercely before dragging his suitcase and following behind.
Xia Zijing walked at the back. She stopped and looked at Kevin.
"Just a heads up."
Xia Zijing's tone was completely calm. "He ignored you just now not because he was afraid of you."
"It's because he feels that talking to you is a waste of computing power."
After saying that, she turned and left.
Kevin was left standing there, his face ashen.
Reporters frantically snapped photos. Although Lin Yu didn't utter any harsh words, the disregard he exuded was more hurtful than any profanity.
Inside the elevator.
"Boss, we should have just thrown the data in his face!" Wang Lei said indignantly.
"What's the point of leaving it at the registration desk?" Lin Yu wondered, watching the constantly changing floor numbers.
"Tomorrow is the opening ceremony. It will be broadcast live worldwide."
Lin Yu's lips curled into a cold, emotionless smile.
"We must smear his face in the mud in front of the whole world."
The following day. McCormick Place Exhibition Center.
SC Conference Opening Ceremony.
The main venue, which can accommodate 5,000 people, was packed to capacity. Top global technology media, investment institutions, and academic leaders gathered together.
Kevin Sterling stood in the center of the stage as the opening act.