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Wang Xu sat at the edge of the table, elbows propped on it, covering his face with his hands, while the computer screen in front of him still displayed his report page. The occasional “ding” of new messages popping up on WeChat and QQ in the bottom right corner of the screen twisted the entire classroom atmosphere.

This was the first lesson society taught Wang Xu: never trust anyone in society.

The sound of the door opening startled Wang Xu, and he dropped his hands dejectedly, “Sorry, it’s all my fault.”

Someone in the group was scowling, their frustration hard to articulate: “We worked so hard to collect data, to gather materials, to integrate the model, and we were about to start presenting; our whole group trusted you so much, and now you’re saying there’s a mistake in the modeling? Does that do justice to all the effort we’ve put in these past days!”

The opportunity at Boyuan Base was so precious; everyone had given their utmost effort.

They didn’t return to the dorms until after eleven at night, and then they’d be off to the computer lab, the laboratory, or the library by before six in the morning.

“Enough,” Tang Ming frowned, standing up to stop the internal quarrel, “When Wang Xu suggested collaborating with Ling Ziyao, none of you objected. It’s not fair to push all the blame onto him now. This isn’t the time to complain. Let’s calm down and think of a way to make amends.”

Not many in the group had participated in mathematical modeling, and with the data support, choosing Problem C in the national math modeling contest would take at least three days, so that was why they had thought of collaborating with Ling Ziyao.

The data they obtained were to establish a model, a model that would explain and predict the actual problems in their academic report.

That person snorted coldly, turning their head away, a hint of despair in their voice, “What can we do now? Where can we get an analysis model from?”

A cloud of gloom enveloped the entire classroom.

The silence was suffocating.

Song Min also clenched his fists, took over Wang Xu’s computer, closed the document, and opened MATLAB, “We’ll rush the modeling now.”

With only one day left, it was impossible to finish the model.

Some members numbly watched Song Min work on the model, while others helped him organize data.

When Bai Lian sat down at her desk, the classroom was still oppressive and somber.

Tang Ming looked at Ning Xiao and then Bai Lian, noticing their expressions were the same as always.

Their emotional stability was frightening to Tang Ming.

Bai Lian sat down and opened her chat with He Wen, scrolling through the conversation they had about preparing the model and making assumptions, interspersed with a lot of papers.

Bai Lian read fast, helping him integrate a lot of reference materials, confirming the expressions.

It was only after a few exchanges that she saw the compressed file He Wen had sent—a model. She clicked download, then forwarded it to the group chat.

Just as she was about to exit WeChat, a message from Xu En came—

[I’ve given the invitation to your grandfather.]

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[Do you like this room design?]

Bai Lian clicked to look; it was a room design, slightly Chinese-style. She didn’t understand much about design but felt the space was large and looked comfortable.

Bai Lian: [It looks nice.]

Xu En: [(Gritted teeth) That’s good.]

Then came a message from Ji Shaojun: [I will bring you fish soup tomorrow morning. Do either of them dislike fish soup?]

Ji Shaojun knew Tang Ming and Ning Xiao were there.

She tilted her head, whispered quietly, asking the two, “Do you guys drink fish soup?”

Ning Xiao had already downloaded Bai Lian’s compressed file in the group chat and was installing the decompression software. Hearing the question, he nodded.

Tang Ming hadn’t expected Bai Lian to bring up eating fish at such a serious time, but he also nodded, “Yeah.”

Their voices were not loud, but it distracted Song Min, who was trying to calm his mind.

Bai Lian had also been there, clearly aware there was a problem with the model, and yet had the mood to discuss food now?

He looked up, his irritation hard to articulate, “Even if you can’t help, can’t you at least stay silent?”

Song Min’s gaze swept over the computer page Bai Lian had opened, where she had written less than half as much as Wang Xu. At this moment, he couldn’t help but think of Bai Shaoqi. If she were here, she’d surely be working on the model with him.

Instead of being like most of the others, choosing to give up.

Song Min even thought, it would be so much better if the spot belonged to Bai Shaoqi.

Rather than Bai Lian, who seemed oblivious to the situation and probably couldn’t even make sense of the papers.

Bai Lian put down her phone, her back lazily resting against the back of the chair, casually opening software on the computer screen with her fingertips, she glanced at Song Min, “If I’m silent, can you finish it?”