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Date: October 7
"Why is this so difficult? Ahhh, I want to go to Akihabara, but why is this thing so hard!" Huang Wei's frantic voice suddenly echoed in the quiet Library. At that moment, Yang Xiaoyou, with a dark expression, approached him from behind, and without hesitation, brought down a thick book onto his head.
"Be quiet! This is a Library. If you keep shouting, I'll kick you out."
"Oh, Xiao You, you're here too. It seems you heard about that news and want to take the opportunity to go there as well. Old Class wasn't lying after all." After receiving the blow to his head, Huang Wei turned around sulkily and saw Yang Xiaoyou behind him. Upon noticing the book in Yang Xiaoyou's hand, he wore an expression of realization.
"Yeah, the relationship between the two countries isn't great, so it's rare to have such an opportunity." Yang Xiaoyou shrugged and then pulled out a chair beside him to sit down.
"But we didn't expect you to be quicker than us. When I went to find Old Class after class, he told me you had already applied. He only compromised after we kept pestering him," Huang Wei said with a chuckle.
"Tch, I still have credits to earn, unlike you who are just satisfying your own desires." Yang Xiaoyou rolled his eyes and then opened his book, copying the knowledge inside into his brain while bickering with Huang Wei.
The Electronic Innovation Competition involved various aspects; hardware, software, and practical skills all required a considerable level of integration.
If it were just an entry-level standard, ordinary circuit boards combined with basic u Language programming could create filters and electronic clocks.
Entry-level was quite simple, but to specialize further—deriving various devices from circuit boards or even designing functional robots—was another matter entirely. Although this was a youth-level competition, it was still an international event where most entries were of high caliber.
In the past, Yang Xiaoyou had been forced to create some sensing devices or set up environmental sensors for bomb placements; he had some foundational knowledge.
However, regarding the auxiliary capabilities related to online traces being cleaned up, he felt somewhat inadequate. His grasp on these concepts was a bit chaotic, and for such a formal competition, he needed to focus on them for a while.
Well, perhaps not specializing directly but equipping an electromagnetic induction bomb or something would still be more advanced than what others were doing.
"Tch, Xiao You, are you flipping through that book or just skimming?" Huang Wei said in frustration as he scratched his head in confusion. Seeing Yang Xiaoyou quickly flipping through pages without pause sparked a sense of superiority in him. He adopted a tone of someone experienced and said earnestly.
"Oh, I have some basics; I'm just skimming for key points," Yang Xiaoyou replied dismissively.
However, upon hearing this response from Yang Xiaoyou, Huang Wei suddenly seemed invigorated as if he had been given a shot of adrenaline.
"Master, please teach me," came a plea that left Yang Xiaoyou feeling unusually powerless.
Besides him, the other boys were also gazing at Yang Xiaoyou with wide, innocent eyes.
If they had all been girls looking at him like that, he would have felt a great sense of accomplishment. But with this group of boys, it was a different story.
Under their pressure, Yang Xiaoyou eventually agreed to help them out.
These fellows were students from Yuying Middle School, and with their full commitment, they showed some signs of getting the hang of things. However, at this level, it was completely unrealistic to compare themselves to the students in their school who excelled in these aspects.
It seemed that Yang Xiaoyou had misunderstood their initial intentions. These boys had never considered pushing aside other competitors to participate in the contest; they simply wanted to apply for a self-funded observation opportunity and some time off.
As long as they could demonstrate a certain level of proficiency in this aspect, the chances of approval were indeed there. Initially, Yang Xiaoyou had also thought about applying for such an opportunity if their homeroom teacher did not agree to his request.
Hearing this response made him think that if they channeled their spirit of 'research' into other aspects, they could achieve something worthwhile. However, that would be quite challenging.
"Oh my, you all participated in this competition just for me? I'm so touched," Liang Wuxuan said, placing a hand on her cheek with an expression of rapturous emotion after learning about Yang Xiaoyou's decision.
Next to them, Liu Lianyue, who was busy devouring Yang Xiaoyou's lunch, quickened her pace. But if one looked closely, they could see a teasing glint in Liang Wuxuan's eyes.
"Alright then, consider it my gift to you. Is there a reward?" Yang Xiaoyou decided to play along with the somewhat inscrutable Demoness instead of trying to explain anything further.
"What about that kind of reward from last time? It should have been quite pleasant, right? Have you been liberated?" Liang Wuxuan replied with an ambiguous remark that caused Liu Lianyue, who had been hastily eating her lunch, to choke and start coughing.
"I-I mean, you're a girl too! Can you not be so explicit while I'm here?" After coughing a couple of times, Liu Lianyue finally couldn't hold back her complaints.
"Ah, sorry! I forgot you were still here. Why have you been so quiet?" Liang Wuxuan feigned surprise and then apologized slightly.
This behavior made Liu Lianyue feel like she was about to explode with frustration; it took immense effort for her to suppress that impulse.
Meanwhile, Yang Xiaoyou listened to Liang Wuxuan's conversation and couldn't help but show an expression akin to that of a dead fish. The Demoness seemed to be enjoying herself regardless; it was truly hard for him to understand her way of thinking.
"Unfortunately, I've been short on help lately, so I have to handle some things myself and can't accompany you. Be careful over there by yourself; don't let any other girls trick you away, or I'll be at a loss. Well then, I'm off. Also, please bring me a bento next time," Liang Wuxuan teased as she lightly slid her finger, resembling a smooth white scallion, across Yang Xiaoyou's face before turning around and waving goodbye as she walked out the door.
Yang Xiaoyou felt a shiver run down her spine from the touch of that finger, followed by a strange sensation as if something wet had been left behind.
Looking up just in time to see Liang Wuxuan preparing to close the door, she exchanged a glance with her and raised her right hand, making a gesture by rubbing her thumb between her middle and index fingers while sticking out her tongue towards Yang Xiaoyou's left eye before shutting the door.
Seeing that expression from the other side made Yang Xiaoyou feel a vein throb on her forehead. This fellow actually...
However, as she thought about it, an inexplicable image flashed through Yang Xiaoyou's mind. It felt like she had seen something similar before, but when she tried to recall it in detail, the image vanished again, leaving her quite puzzled.
She could only feel that the entanglement between her and Liang Wuxuan seemed to be nothing more than regret now.
"Oh, you're the student who's planning to join the team? Students your age who are willing to spend their time on this are quite rare," said a middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses and sporting a receding hairline as he looked Yang Xiaoyou up and down.
Yang Xiaoyou was currently in a laboratory at Yuying Middle School. Besides herself and the teacher in front of her, there was also a pretty girl wearing glasses standing in front of a device connected to a computer, seemingly uploading programs into a chip.
When Yang Xiaoyou entered, the girl had paid no attention to her at all. It wasn't until the teacher spoke that she glanced over and saw an unfamiliar student. Losing interest immediately, she thought that since she had never seen this person in the lab before, there couldn't be much practical ability to speak of.
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