Chapter 927
Bianca let out a cold, venomous laugh. “Serena, since you’re so eager to take on this challenge… if you can’t solve it, you pack your bags and get the hell out of the Vanguard Honors Program p>
Serena didn’t even grace Bianca with a glance.
She simply reached up and drew a sharp, decisive line right through a specific section of the formula on the board.
“The logic in your third step is noticeably flawed p>
Serena’s voice was calm, carrying a slightly raspy tone from just waking up, yet it held an undeniable, commanding rhythm.
Her words threw the entire classroom into absolute chaos.
“Is she out of her mind? Did she really just say Professor Warren’s formula has a logical flaw p>
“Does she even know what she’s looking at? That’s the finale problem from the International Microchip Forum! If there was a logic error, the greatest minds in the world would have spotted it ages ago. Who does she think she is p>
“She’s clearly just spouting absolute nonsense to try and save face p>
Professor Warren let out a sharp, angry bark of laughter. “What did you just say? Where exactly is the flaw in the third step p>
“The parameter settings in the third line, regarding the quantum p>
As she spoke, Serena moved to an empty section of the chalkboard, the chalk in her hand flying across the slate in a rapid, fluid blur.
Her voice was crisp, her tone measured and completely unbothered.
But as she rattled off a relentless stream of highly advanced terminology, breaking down exactly why the third line’s parameters created a logical paradox, she made her argument crystal clear.
Professor Warren froze.
The noisy, jeering classroom instantly plunged into an eerie, suffocating silence. Every single student stared in dumbfounded shock, their eyes tracking the complex strings of equations Serena was effortlessly writing across the board.
Regardless of whether her math was actually correct or not p>
Just listening to the rapid-fire, insanely high-level terminology pouring out of her mouth proved one thing beyond a shadow of a doubt: she wasn’t just making things up!
This special recruit, the girl who did nothing but sleep p>
She actually knew what she was talking about!
Hadn’t the rumors explicitly said she was just an uneducated country bumpkin who got expelled from high school?
What kind of high school dropout understood quantum architectural parameters?
But the most deeply shaken person in the room was Professor Warren.
As he listened to the parameters Serena was reciting, tracking the logic of her corrections p>
And watching the flawless math spilling from her chalk p>
Professor Warren frantically ran the simulations through his own head.
And then the horrifying realization hit him.
It actually conflicted!
It was a terrifyingly brilliant, deeply buried logical trap.
Even the genius who had originally authored the problem likely hadn’t realized it,
having simply posted it to the forum as a theoretical model.
Countless international chip masters had run the numbers.
And not a single one of them had spotted the flaw!
Cold sweat began to bead on Professor Warren’s forehead.
“If you want the equation to actually function p>
Serena casually rattled off another string of data, filling up more than half the board. “Then you need to adjust this variable to p>
This section was the completely reconstructed algorithm, built on corrected logic.
Serena then shifted to a fresh panel of the board and effortlessly wrote out an incredibly sleek, condensed new equation. “If you run it this way, the optimal solution drops down to 1.8 nanoseconds
When she finished writing.
Serena casually tossed the chalk back into the tray.
She dusted off her hands, turned around, and walked back to her seat.
The entire process had taken less than two minutes.
Professor Warren stood paralyzed in front of the chalkboard, his eyes practically bulging out of his skull he stared unblinkingly at the massive wall of corrections.
Then, his eyes darted to the terrifyingly simple, elegant new equation on the other
side.
The piece of chalk in his own hand slipped from his fingers, clattering onto the floor.
It worked p>
It actually worked!
A problem that had mentally tortured him for an entire week.
Solved in less than two minutes p>
His breathing turned ragged, his chest heaving as he suddenly whipped around, his face flushed completely red with sheer adrenaline. You! Where did you learn to do this?