Southern City Awaits The Moon’s Return

Chen Zifan's eyes fell on the draft paper.

What was written on it was incomplete, but it made him feel that his eyes lit up, as if it were in front of the original dark cloud and black paint. Suddenly a flash of lightning flashed, showing a broad road! !

His brain is running fast, conceiving the feasibility of this algorithm in his mind.

Zhang Qianqian took two sips of soy milk, and when he was about to say something, the door of the laboratory was suddenly opened.

Shen Zhilan walked in front, with her head up and chest tall, a light blue windbreaker, which made her look good. She walked through the door, and Yang Xiao followed her step by step.

Shen Zhilan's gaze swept over everyone arrogantly, and said exaggeratedly: "Wow, you haven't slept all night, right?"

It was impossible for the three men to argue with her. Zhang Qianqian quickly entered the battle mode without letting her do her part. She stood up and said, "What are you doing?"

Shen Zhilan smiled: "Of course I came to care about you. You didn't sleep all night, did you think of optimization?"

When she said this, she lowered her head and smiled, "Although tomorrow is the deadline, I told the teacher that if you wait until tomorrow to decide who will participate in the competition, the time is too hasty, so the teacher just sent a message, if you are in If the optimization has not been completed before 8 o'clock this morning, then... it will be us to participate in the competition!"

She deliberately bowed her head and looked at her watch, "Ah, it's eight o'clock in five minutes. And it seems...have you figured it out? What can you do now?

Zhang Qianqian said, "How can you do this? Tomorrow is the deadline. Why do you take up our day?"

Shen Zhilan raised her chin slightly, and looked at the person in front of her arrogantly, "Just because you have been studying for a month, but you still have no idea about how to optimize it!! Don't talk about the last day, even if you give you another month, it will be a waste. time!"

Shen Zhilan sneered: "Alright, time is up! You can pack your things and leave, don't waste our time!"

"You...!" If possible, Zhang Qianqian really wanted to pour the soy milk in her hand onto her face, her eyes widened, and uncontrollable anger rose in her eyes.

Although it was only yesterday that he joined in, Zhang Qianqian understood what Chen Zifan and the three of them had paid for this design through contact this evening. She looked at Yang Ming and Wang Qingguo, the eyes of the two men were red, and Zhang Qianqian was especially sad because of the powerlessness that came out of them.

Shen Zhilan looked at them with the smile of the winner. Her gaze finally fell on Chen Zifan, her eyes gleaming with complicated light, she repeated the topic again: "Chen Zifan, you have taken care of me before, so I will give you one last chance, as long as you join mine. Team, then this design is yours."

The three Zhang Qianqian looked at Chen Zifan.

Chen Zifan stared at the table, without speaking.

Shen Zhilan shouted again: "Chen Zifan?"

Chen Zifan came back to his senses. He ignored Shen Zhilan. Instead, he reached out and pulled out the piece of paper directly from the draft, and asked Zhang Qianqian excitedly and excitedly: "This is yours?"

Zhang Qianqian didn't see clearly what he got in his hand, but she wrote a lot of drafts for optimization, and threw it over there, so she nodded blankly.