"After the failed expedition against the Fallen Immortal by the Nine Kingdoms, what happened next?
"Why has this shattered Immortal Realm traversed millions of years, only to appear in people’s dreams?"
As Bai Mo contemplated, he examined the stone tablets and docunts unearthed by the pit.
Soon, he found the na of the enemy the Cyan Moon Pill Palace was up against.
"Marquis Qing Yue led countless alchemists, with followers like clouds, to campaign against this enemy, yet they did not return.
"This enemy, could he be so fearso?
"His na..."
Bai Mo frowned, scrutinized for a long ti, and translated the enemy’s na from the sequence of characters into Chinese.
"Qing Lu Fallen Immortal?"
Upon these words, the nearby floating bronze mask trembled slightly, as if recalling the terror and pain of millions of years, with a mournful expression of anger, mingled with fear and helplessness!
Knowing this na doesn’t carry much significance.
After millions of years, perhaps this Qing Lu Fallen Immortal has long disappeared?
Bai Mo instructed his apprentices.
"Load these tripods and bells onto the vehicles.
"They’re all large items, and quite intact. Who knows, they might co in handy soday."
The apprentices replied in fox language as they began loading the items.
Bai Mo stood by the car, feeling the cold wind of Fox Mountain, suddenly reminded of sothing.
"Professor Zhang’s Ancient Immortal Master, does he damn well claim... to be Qing Lu Ancient Immortal?
"Is this just a coincidence?"
...
Swoosh...
In West State University, autumn winds swept a few yellow leaves past the windows of the teaching building.
In the classroom, dozens of students are divided into groups, each discussing among themselves.
"I’ll write the paper."
"Can you handle the mathematics part?"
"Do you know programming?"
...
"Ah, it’s so difficult."
"Bocheng, our entire group is relying on you!"
"If we win the award, can we get a GPA bonus at the end of the term?"
It turns out, the annual mathematical modeling contest at West State University is about to begin.
Wan Bocheng sat between Lan Fangfang and Yang Zhan, occasionally glancing over at Bai Mo not far away.
Bai Mo never attends classes, but never misses an exam.
What’s even more aggravating is that every ti he takes an exam, he always ranks first!
"But this ti, the mathematical modeling contest is different from exams. I’m going to see if I can outperform Bai Mo."
His group mber Lan Fangfang is also very capable! Yang Zhan is more of a filler, but having enjoyed Yang Zhan’s mother’s feast, he can’t refuse and reluctantly brought Yang along.
In contrast, Bai Mo’s group isn’t faring as well.
Besides Bai Mo, there’s a well-connected Wu Qingyun. There’s also a girl from another college, who is not on par with their Immortal Grass Experintal Class top students!
...
"Bai Mo, look, this is what I wrote overnight. Can you give so suggestions?"
Fang Yuan from the West University Law Departnt ca to team up with Bai Mo and Wu Qingyun. The three sat together at this mont.
Bai Mo took Fang Yuan’s computer, carefully read through it, and remained silent.
The fox apprentice on Bai Mo’s shoulder, Big Pocket, also poked his head out, frowned and carefully read through, staying silent.
Wu Qingyun also handed over her own computer to Bai Mo.
Bai Mo read through it seriously, staying silent as well.
He pondered for a long ti.
"You two have put a lot of effort into your works!"
Each of them wrote over a dozen pages, complete with discussions, mathematical models, program calculations, and diagrams.
"Your papers... the formatting is excellent! The titles, body, citations, everything is perfectly formatted."
Fang Yuan and Wu Qingyun exchanged smiles at the complint.
"So, how should we divide the tasks?"
Bai Mo pulled out his laptop.
"As for division of tasks, here’s the plan!
"Give half an hour.
"I’ll be responsible for the writing.
"Your tasks are also quite heavy.
"First, after I finish the writing, you both manage the formatting of the paper.
"Second, after the paper is formatted, you handle the printing.
"Third, once printed, you deliver it to the contest organizers."
Fang Yuan and Wu Qingyun looked at each other, stunned, not knowing what to say.
...
In the classroom, various groups are either discussing, calculating with pens, or starting to code.
Wan Bocheng, responsible for the mathematics and coding, typed as he looked up and saw Bai Mo not far away, also typing.
"This..."
Bai Mo’s typing speed was terrifyingly fast!
His ten fingers danced across the lightweight keyboard of the Mac like butterflies fluttering among flowers, making little noise but moving at an incredible speed.
At tis, his fingers would slide across the touchpad, could he be drawing diagrams?
With such rapid typing, does he not need ti to think?
Wu Qingyun and Fang Yuan squashed their heads together in front of Bai Mo’s laptop screen.
They saw Bai Mo sotis switch screens to open MATLAB, sotis open drawing software, sotis switch back to the docunt editor, sotis open the equation editor, and amidst a dazzling display of operations, he rapidly produced a richly illustrated paper!
Big Pocket squatted on Master’s shoulder, watching Fang Yuan and Wu Qingyun gape in astonishnt, hugged his front paws, raised his head proudly... no matter where or what, Master is always the best!
Over twenty minutes later, Bai Mo completed his paper and shared it with the stupefied Wu Qingyun and Fang Yuan.
"My part is done, I’ll leave the rest to you."
After saying the words, Bai Mo closed his laptop, leaned back on the chair, picked up his water cup, and took a sip.
He fed Big Pocket a sip of water, then pulled out his phone to check the Committee’s information.
"Is Professor Zhang’s master truly Qing Lu Fallen Immortal?"
A few sparse docunts did ntion that Professor Zhang’s master claid to be Qing Lu.
"Could it really be him?"
Although in his perception, Qing Lu Ancient Immortal did not seem as terrifying as to destroy the entire Cyan Moon Pill Palace.
"Could it be that those who live in dreams, are all Fallen Immortals?
"Are they all Fallen Immortals who lack humanity?"
Bai Mo couldn’t be certain.
He redirected his attention towards Zhang Qiren.
To see, in the brightly lit mansion, Zhang Qiren hunching over the desk, working tirelessly.
His hair was ssier and greasier, his clothes very dirty, seemingly unwashed for many days.
When he reached a difficult part, he ruffled his hair, growling lowly in frustration.
"Ah! Why is it so hard!"
He grabbed a piece of scratch paper, tore it in half, and tossed it in the trash.
"Damn it!"
He suddenly sensed sothing, realized the eye above him had opened again, quickly composed himself, not daring to display any emotions.
"Heh... heh-heh... ha... I... I didn’t notice you.
"Do... do you understand mathematics? Can you help calculate sothing?"
As if under a mysterious influence, he took out a sheet of paper to show the eye above him, showing the steps written on the paper.
But then realized, the eye above had closed and retreated.
"Uh..." Zhang Qiren paused, chuckled with a wry smile, "Am I a fool? He’s an alchemist. Mathematics deduction beyond my understanding cannot be forced..."
...
In the classroom, Wan Bocheng was wondering, "Could Bai Mo have written the core part of the paper in just half an hour?"
Suddenly, he saw Bai Mo open his laptop again, and began typing frantically, seemingly calculating sothing.
Wan Bocheng grinned.
"So it’s not that quick after all!"
Not far away, Bai Mo was improvising calculations using a computer, mainly relying on ntal calculations.
After ten minutes or so, having resolved Zhang Qiren’s problem, he again closed his laptop.
...
In the mansion, Zhang Qiren was racking his brain when suddenly the black grass strands above him sprouted a mouth which stretched towards the scratch paper on his desk!
It unexpectedly devoured one of his sheets of paper with a "chomp chomp" sound!
"Eh? This..."
He wondered, then saw the mouth spit out the paper again, spat out a paper ball.
Oddly enough, the paper went in blank but was spit out with writing, becoming a covered with writing!
Zhang Qiren hesitantly unfolded the paper, stared in astonishnt...
"This... this was deduced?"
Moreover, the deduction process was remarkably elegant and superbly skillful, like a lion dance!
"Is it correct?"
Zhang Qiren dared not to use it carelessly, frowned, picked up a pen, and started to verify it himself according to Bai Mo’s deduction.
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