He was outscored after scoring 520 points, but his status as a prodigy can't be hidden.

Chapter 59 Disappointment of Netizens

On the surface, he was doing nothing.

But Xia Zijin knew that wasn't the case.

Every few days, she would receive a new document in her email, sent from an anonymous account, containing section after section of mathematical derivations. Sometimes it was three pages long, sometimes half a page, and sometimes just a single formula.

Every time she opens it, it takes her several hours to understand what it's saying.

Then she will discover that those scattered deductions are actually different facets of a complete thing.

She slowly pieced together the complete thing.

On the thirty-seventh day, she pushed the notebook in front of Lin Yu.

"You're writing a new programming paradigm."

Lin Yu looked up at her but didn't say anything.

"Specifically designed to work with the Tianyan instruction set."

Xia Zijin continued, her voice steady, as if stating a physical theorem, "Traditional compilers translate human language into hardware. But your system lets programmers write code directly in the hardware's native language."

"To fundamentally change the way humans interact with computers."

"If this thing can be made, Kevin's situation won't just be about losing one game."

Xia Zijing paused for a moment, "The entire Western technological ecosystem he's using is outdated from the ground up."

Lin Yu leaned back in his chair, not answering, but the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Xia Zijing recognized it; it was Lin Yu's version of you. You were right.

"You accepted the challenge at the SC conference not because Kevin provoked you at all," she said.

"Um."

"You've been waiting for the right moment to reveal this secret."

"We need a stage big enough."

Lin Yu stood up and casually flipped her notebook back to the first page. "Kevin is a nice guy; he helped me set up the stage."

Xia Zijing looked at him and remained silent for two seconds.

"What did you write in the notebook?" She looked down at it.

Lin Yu had already written four characters in the blank space on the first page.

"Welcome to visit."

Xia Zijing stared at those four words for a long time without moving.

That night, Kevin updated the countdown on Twitter.

Ninety days. Mr. 750, time is ticking away.

A Chinese netizen replied in the comments section:

"He's sharpening a knife."

Kevin doesn't understand Chinese, so he had his assistant translate for him.

The assistant told him it meant: He's sharpening his blade.

Kevin laughed and replied with a knife emoji.

Then he circled that date on the calendar and wrote: Final Answer.

Unbeknownst to him, at the same moment, in the materials testing workshop of a secret base in the East, the seventeenth batch of mass-produced samples was being produced.

Yield rate: 92.3%.

It's two points higher than the target value.

Li Jianbin stared at the data, took off his glasses, wiped them, and put them back on.

It's confirmed that he wasn't seeing things.

He picked up the phone and called Lin Yu.

There was a three-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"understood."

Then it hung up.

Li Jianbin stood in the testing workshop, looking at the samples in the furnace, and suddenly laughed.

The 61-year-old scientist smiled like a retired old man who had just won the lottery.

The researcher next to him asked in a low voice, "Professor Li, what's going on...?"

"It's nothing."

Li Jianbin put the phone in his pocket. "I just think that kid is quite interesting."

The next day, Lin Yu sent Shen Yue a message.

Have you booked your flight yet?

Shen Yue: [Booked, first class.]

Lin Yu: [Change to economy class.]

Shen Yue: 【…Why?】

Lin Yu: [Saving money.]

Shen Yue stared at the screen. A month ago, she had helped him extract 5 billion from Tencent, and now she was haggling over the price difference of a plane ticket.

She took a deep breath and replied: 【Okay, Mr. Lin.】

Then she saw the next message.

[Order two more tickets. Wang Lei is coming.]

Shen Yue: [Does President Wang prefer first class or economy class?]

Lin Yu: [He weighs 180 pounds, too big for economy class, so we gave him business class.]

Wang Lei suddenly appeared from somewhere and moved closer to Lin Yu to look at the screen.

"Boss, you still care about me."

"Because you are more expensive."

Lin Yu put away his phone. "Don't be touched, go write some code."

"..."

Xia Zijing stood to the side, her lips twitching slightly, before she lowered her head to continue looking at the data.

Ninety days.

The clock is ticking.

And this person, from the very beginning, had no intention of letting the other person know what awaited him before the bell rang.

Chicago SC Conference Countdown: 15 days.

Loongson Base Main Control Center.

Wang Lei clutched his already thinning hair, his eyes fixed on the flashing error code on the screen.

"It crashed again."

He slammed his hand on the keyboard, making the coffee cup next to him shake.

The fat man, who weighed 180 pounds, lost a full 20 pounds in the past three months.

Lin Yu's task for him was to write a completely new compiler. This was essentially giving the computer a new brain, allowing it to directly understand Lin Yu's Tianyan instruction set.

But it's too difficult.

Wang Lei tried to apply traditional programming thinking, but the code he wrote would overflow memory in less than three minutes.

Lin Yu walked over with a bowl of egg noodles from the cafeteria, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

"Where is it stuck?"

Lin Yu took a sip of noodles.

"Data transmission channel".

Wang Lei pointed at the screen, "According to your architecture, the data needs to travel back and forth between nodes, but no matter how I write it, it will cause traffic jams. The channels are not wide enough."

Lin Yu swallowed the noodles and put down his chopsticks.

Have you ever played tower defense games?

Wang Lei was stunned. "I've played it."

"In tower defense games, there are too many monsters and the paths are too narrow, how do you fight them?"

"Build slowing towers, or use area-of-effect skills to clear monsters."

"wrong."

Lin Yu pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth. "I blew up the road."

Wang Lei's eyes widened.

"Your problem right now is that you're always thinking about how to build roads so that data can run."

Lin Yu extended a finger and tapped the screen. "In my architecture, there's no need for roads. The data stays in place; you let the computing units find the data themselves. If the roads are destroyed, the monsters won't need to move."

Wang Lei stood there, frozen in place.

Three seconds later, he slapped his thigh hard.

"Holy crap! Space folding! I'm not transferring data, I'm transferring coordinates!"

He turned and lunged at the keyboard, his fingers leaving afterimages as he typed.

Lin Yu picked up the bowl, finished the rest of the noodle soup, and got up to leave.

Xia Zijing stood not far away, holding a test report in her hand.

"Did the compiler fix it?" she asked.

"He's just not quick-witted. Just point it out."

Lin Yu glanced at the report in her hand. "Has Professor Li released his results?"

"right."

Xia Zijin handed over the report: "The twentieth batch of mass production. The yield rate is 98%. The finished products have been packaged and are ready for installation at any time."

Lin Yu nodded.

"Public opinion in China is very bad right now," Xia Zijin said calmly, retracting her report.

During this period, Kevin went on a massive publicity spree on social media abroad. Backed by MIT and Western capital, he touted that 18% recyclable membrane as a beacon of hope for humanity.

Domestic netizens went from initial anticipation to anxiety, and finally to disappointment.