A genius student? Ha, they're nothing but ants at your feet!

The indicator light on the speaker was still dimly lit.

Handel's "Passacaglia," with its solemn and dignified melody, resonated in the laboratory with an unparalleled epic quality.

A huge amount of chalk dust left after writing is suspended in the air, slowly refracting a crystalline light under the cold white fluorescent light.

In this tranquil space, it was as if a snowstorm had swept through the air, breathtakingly beautiful and filled with a sense of sacredness.

I was simply shocked.

Faced with this absurd, fanatical, yet highly impactful unreal scene, these scientists, who usually pride themselves on being rational, completely lost their ability to speak.

At this moment, everyone forgot the purpose of their trip and could only look up in awe.

Om-!

A deep, penetrating sound of a computer case fan spinning abruptly broke the silence.

On the desk, the top-of-the-line workstation was groaning under the strain.

The case fans were already running at full speed, and the internal water cooling system was operating at full power, squeezing out the last bit of computing power to run that extremely large simulation program at the highest load and speed.

The LCD screen emitted a faint blue light.

On the black background of the terminal interface, rows of green code flowed like a waterfall, finally settling on a pop-up log window.

A few simple letters, yet they sounded like the grand tolling of a victory bell.

Simulation complete.

[Simulation complete.]

[Error: none detected.]

[Error: No anomaly detected.]

This line of text would normally be enough to make these old hands pop champagne and celebrate, but at this moment it only evoked a sense of eeriness and dread.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Until someone suddenly raised their somewhat stiff arm and pointed to a secluded corner of the room.

"You guys... look over there."

Following the direction of his finger, everyone's eyes immediately focused on it.

That was the most inconspicuous corner of the laboratory.

On a slightly sagging leather sofa, Su Hao was lying sprawled out, fast asleep.

Clearly, he had gone through a frantic battle that was beyond the imagination of others, one that was extremely physically and mentally exhausting.

His hands, hanging limply at the edge of the sofa, were covered with a thick layer of white chalk dust from between his fingers to his palms, as if he were wearing a pair of pale plaster gloves.

Ellie's heart clenched, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

She instinctively took a step forward, wanting to check on his condition.

"Shh!"

An extremely stern voice suddenly rang out.

Ellie had barely taken half a step when Allen swiftly stepped in front of her.

He put his index finger to his lips, making an extremely stern shushing gesture, signaling everyone to shut up.

Allen knew all too well what this state of affairs was like.

It must have been because this high level of mental concentration had lasted for far too long that the young man had completely exhausted his last bit of energy.

The moment he finished writing the last character, he didn't even have the strength to walk to his bed. He collapsed onto the sofa and fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at the dark circles under his eyes.

No one present had the heart to make even the slightest unnecessary noise to wake him.

Everyone unconsciously lowered their breathing and remained absolutely silent.

Ellie held her breath and bit her lower lip hard.

Her gaze moved slowly, bit by bit, across the room.

The starting point of the gaze was Su Hao's fingertips, which were covered in chalk dust.

Following the trajectory of his drooping arm, the gaze climbs upwards, crashing into the enormous, almost divinely inspired array of formulas that fills three entire walls.

Finally, in the cool light, her gaze settled on the monitor screen beside her, which displayed no error messages.

She looked back at the sofa.

In his sleep, Su Hao's brows were completely relaxed, and he was no longer as anxious as before.

His expression was remarkably calm, as if he had simply solved a trivial elementary arithmetic problem.

rustling.

A very soft rustling sound of fabric rubbing together rang out.

Allen silently took off his heavy, stylish trench coat.

Then, like an old father taking care of a sleeping child, he gently covered Su Hao with the blanket.

Allen straightened up and turned to look at the crowd behind him.

He commanded with subtle lip movements and an extremely faint whisper:

"Let's not disturb his rest now. Let's go outside."

No one spoke.

In the dimly lit room, they all nodded silently in unison.

The picture seems to freeze at this moment.

A pair of hands covered in chalk dust, witnessing countless violent scenarios.

A young face, completely relieved of its burdens, falling asleep with a pure and contented smile.

And behind him, there was a magnificent, flawless equation, like a historical monument.

Seeing this, Allen felt as if a heavy hammer had struck his chest, and his steps as he turned around felt as heavy as if they were made of lead.

A complex and indescribable emotion welled up from the depths of my heart, surging up like a tidal wave.

He felt immense pride in the miracle this young man had created, but this was immediately followed by a deep, bitter sense of guilt.

Allen sighed silently in his heart.

A massive urban dispatch system, the lifeline of Boston's transportation system.

Ultimately, this absurd world cruelly placed the heavy burden—enough to crush an entire top team—on the frail back of this young man.

He was actually very clear about Su Hao's plan.

Before this damn project ran out of both deadline and budget, Su Hao had actually submitted several architecture breakdown plans.

He originally intended to lead everyone in promoting teamwork.

Just like that amazing group research paper he presented before, everyone was doing their jobs, chatting and laughing – that was the relaxed and comfortable life he deserved.

But the harsh reality left this young man absolutely no room for "teamwork".

With time running out and funding urgently needed, the looming threat of reality forced him to abandon all cumbersome procedures and resort to the most brutal solo combat mode.

A sudden, intense sense of absurdity welled up inside Allen.

This is MIT's core laboratory!

This place gathers the most outstanding and proud geniuses in the United States and even the world!

Any one of them could be a powerful academic figure who could command respect.

But now?

Faced with Su Hao's logical framework, this group of proud top talents collectively degenerated into illiterate!

In such a large team, they couldn't even find one person who could keep up with Su Hao's leaps in thinking and communicate with him on an equal footing at the same cognitive level!

This stark difference sent a chill down Allen's spine.

This made him feel...

Perhaps Su Hao has always been alone on this thorny path of academia.

Looking around, there were no rivals left, only utter solitude.