Defend Namsan Park

Chapter 111 The Rubik's Cube Has Colors

Wei Mao is back.

Pokeweed: to manipulate.

Wei Mao's return proved that Tang Di's plot to switch drivers had been thwarted. The infatuated men and women of Class 151 practically lined the streets to welcome him. Some even waited for him on his way back to the dormitory after training with roses in hand. There were both men and women, but more men than women. Shang Lu scoffed at this: "What's so special about a stutterer? I'd kick him away even if he tried to cling to me."

The next day, the stutterer clung to him on his own initiative.

Shang Lu was the first person Wei Mao privately met after returning to 151, and they met at the usual place—the construction site downstairs from the Super Barat Brahma Temple.

This guy just loves meeting people at construction sites. What's so great about construction sites? Shang Lu was puzzled. Dump trucks carrying construction waste came and went in the dust, pile drivers' hammers pounded the soil up and down with a deafening roar, and concrete mixer trucks stirred and stirred 24 hours a day. It was chaotic, dirty, and noisy. You had to shout into someone's ear to talk. You're not a secret agent meeting in secret. Do you always choose places like this to avoid being eavesdropped on?

"Everyone thought you were finished." Shang Lu gave a forced welcome. "I never expected you to make a triumphant return. Campus beauty, tell me, does 1047 really want to replace you?"

“He...he...he thinks my test score has dropped too much. A score of 20% is no longer enough to handle the mission of sniping the Snail Angel. So he applied to the Central Military Commission and the Science City to initiate a second qualification review. If I don’t meet the standards, they will replace Da Yi’s driver.” Although Wei Mao stammered, he explained clearly, “This is a normal procedure, not some personal selfishness.”

"You're back, does that mean you passed all the tests?"

Wei Mao nodded: "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, the second qualification review will take about a week to half a month. The assessment includes some regular subjects and additional tests. The main purpose of the additional tests is to ensure a stable mindset."

"But you came back in less than a week."

“Yes, yes, yes, yes…yes.” Wei Mao nodded. “Because I don’t actually need to do a second review.”

"Why?" Shang Lu asked.

"Because...because I still have the highest score."

"A 20% hit rate is also the highest score?"

“I told you, the plan, the strategy, the determination, and the belief in eliminating the Snail Angels were all laid out by me alone. This also includes Da Yi's simulation testing system. When building this system, in order to save time, I didn't complete the last step, which is to integrate the test results into a visible score.” Wei Mao explained, “On the data output terminal, the 40% that the vice president sees does not correspond to a real 40% hit rate, and the 20% does not correspond to a 20% hit rate. They are just unprocessed raw data. To get the real hit rate, it still needs to go through a complex mapping.”

"You mean, what 1047 saw wasn't the true hit rate, but raw, unprocessed data? It's like calculating a weighted total score for each component, and you skipped the final weighting step in the system he was using to save time?"

Wei Mao nodded.

"Why don't you build this system completely?"

Wei Mao nodded, as if to say, "Do we still need to build it in the system? That's completely unnecessary; I've already built it in my mind."

Shanglu was a little surprised:

"Doesn't this mean that you're the only person in the whole world who can actually understand your test scores?"

Wei Mao nodded.

"So, where should the original output data actually be located corresponding to the theoretical maximum hit rate?"

"19.98%."

"Where are you?"

"21.04%."

"Was 1047 kept completely in the dark?"

"Yes." "Why didn't you tell him?"

"No need."

Shang Lu wanted to laugh, but also felt sorry for Tang Di. Tang Di worked so hard and gave it his all to become a great hero, but he was always ignored by the freaks he admired. But Wei Mao didn't do it on purpose. Wei Mao just didn't care. He cared about very few people. When you see him sitting on the curb by the construction site, looking up at the top of the Super Bharat Brahma Temple, you should know that he might just be a wisp of wind, once filled with starlight, and later just happened to take on a human form.

“As a stutterer, you speak very little, but you are very cunning. Wittgenstein said that the boundaries of language are the boundaries of the world. What kind of world have you built in your heart with the words you haven’t spoken?” Shang Lu said. “You are the most cunning and shrewd man I have ever met. 1047 is nothing compared to you.”

Wei Mao glanced at him, lowered her eyes, her eyelashes were thick, and she held a white Rubik's Cube in her hand, slowly twisting it.

Shang Lu said he was very shrewd and calculating—which might be true. A person who could independently devise a plan to assassinate the Angel of the Spiral must have already determined the value of everything in this world. Who can see into Wei Mao's heart? If you insert a thin, sharp tube into his left chest, will you see his beating heart, his bare ribs, his blood vessels and diaphragm, or will you see the 100 million humans who survived in the Sichuan Basin?
"You keep solving that pure white Rubik's Cube, but every face of it is white. No matter how you solve it, it always looks the same."

“No.” Wei Mao shook his head. “It, it, it, it, it… it actually has a color.”

"Where did its color come from?" Shang Lu took a second look.

“I’ve given it the colors in my head,” Wei Mao said. “I remember the color and position of every face and every square. You see, the bottom layer is red, the second layer is yellow, and the first two layers are already pieced together. I’m putting together the third layer now, and I’ll be able to restore it soon.”

As he spoke, he slowly twisted the Rubik's Cube, showing Shang Lu several faces of it, as if Shang Lu could actually see the non-existent colors.

Shang Lu thought to himself that he had absolutely no way of dealing with this kind of weirdo.

"Then I can also give it color. In my eyes, it is blue one moment, green the next, and now it is multicolored."

Wei Mao was slightly surprised. He turned his head and looked at Shang Lu deeply. The doubt in his eyes made Shang Lu feel that he was the unreasonable freak.

"Yan Yan Yan Yan Yan... How can the color change so randomly?"

"I gave it the color myself, so of course I can change it however I want," Shang Lu said confidently.

"Yan Yan Yan Yan... The color will not change. As long as you give it red, it will be red. If you give it yellow, it will be yellow. No matter when or where, if you look at this square, it is red, then it will always be red, whether it is today, yesterday, or eight years ago."

Shang Lu suddenly realized what Wei Mao was saying:
"This Rubik's Cube had colors eight years ago? You remember the color and position changes of every single cube over the past eight years?"

Wei Mao nodded:
"I remember, I remember, I remember, this Rubik's Cube was a gift from my mother."

Without a second thought, Shang Lu snatched it away.

Wei Maoqi was one step ahead, anticipating this move from his opponent. He quickly protected the Rubik's Cube in his arms and swiftly changed the subject:
How's the progress of "Call Me By Your Name"?

Shang Lu didn't expect him to ask about "Chao Feng". You insert a thin, sharp pipe into Wei Mao's left chest. What you squint at is definitely not a steam-powered behemoth or Wang Xiangbing singing and dancing.

"Thanks to you, sir, all the materials are ready, and with the help of the business manager in our yard, we've also coordinated sufficient production capacity," Shang Lu replied. "Aren't you working hard right now? The operations office has put up a banner that says 'Fifteen Days of Intensive Work,' and everyone's working overtime every day."

"The chief engineer told me that the topping-out celebration ceremony would be held on Monday, and asked me to prepare a speech of at least two thousand words."

Shang Lu was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

That old bastard Ji.

"What are you laughing at?"

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