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Chapter 318: Three-tenths like him, already a genius among men (5K, requesting monthly votes)

On Tang Yiping's phone was an email. The message was very simple; the preview showed that it was a return result of something where a tag corresponded to a set of values.

……

GIFT: false
ID: H-8975
Name: Wang Qiyang

Age: 42
Attributes: Intellectual Disability, Motor Disability

Address:……

……

This is indeed the result of some kind of operation.

This was a backdoor left by Tang Yiping in GIFT, the algorithm that Luo Han left behind to search for geniuses online and seize their talents.

Back then, Fan Zhihong and his special operations team used this to search for geniuses in society and seize their talents.

Tang Yiping took advantage of the opportunity to help Zhou Beichuan fix his computer to gain access to the server. At the time, Tang Yiping actually planned to delete the database and run away, but he accidentally modified GIFT's code and inadvertently upgraded the system.

However, he also left a backdoor in the system. Once GIFT found a suitable candidate, it would first send the candidate to Tang Yiping and then delete the relevant information.

Tang Yiping worried that simply leaving this backdoor wasn't enough, so he also modified GIFT's algorithm, changing it from searching for geniuses to searching for people with flaws.

The two-pronged approach effectively crippled the special operations team's operations.

Later, the system was probably temporarily offline or shut down, and Tang Yiping hadn't received any messages from it for a long time.

Receiving this message from the system again immediately put Tang Yiping on alert.

Huh? Someone has started this system again?
Why? The passages on both sides should be closed now, and there shouldn't be any special operations teams or other personnel operating here. Even if they wanted to harvest, they wouldn't have the chance.

Or...is someone trying to fix the algorithm?

who is it?

Tang Yiping suddenly regretted that he had only left a backdoor for "sending messages to himself." He should have left a more powerful backdoor, such as one that allowed him to control the system.

But back then, he didn't have such complicated ideas as he does now!
The fact that he was able to connect to the server using Zhou Beichuan's computer already counts as exploiting a loophole.

As expected, people have to pay the price for their ignorance. If they had studied more earlier, they wouldn't be so regretful now.

However, Tang Yiping thought for a moment and realized, "Wait a minute, I don't seem to know anything about these things either!"

That's fine.

Fortunately, Tang Yiping didn't necessarily need to know these things. He took out his phone and was about to send a message to Luo Han when his phone buzzed: "Received. Don't worry, I've taken over the investigation."

Well, it's an automatically operating information sea entity. Although it's not very noticeable, it's quite reliable.

Day after day, I have no idea what he's doing.

Many times, Tang Yiping forgot that he had such a prosthetic body.

However, looking at the wording of the prosthetic Rohan, Tang Yiping had a feeling that... this guy was hiding something from him.

It gives off a strange vibe: "Don't worry about this kind of trivial stuff, you're just a kid, focus on your studies."

Mr. Tang's reaction is the same as when his family encounters difficulties.

He has a very fatherly vibe.

For people their age, being "fatherly" isn't necessarily a derogatory term. After all, being a father means having that kind of fatherly demeanor, right?

You can't become a father and still be a giant baby.

The problem is, why would your own prosthetic body want to be your father?

Tang Yiping was pondering, rubbing his chin, when he heard footsteps beside him.

"Brother." A little girl's voice came from the side.

Tang Yiping turned his head and saw Bao Ge's daughter, Yu Mo, standing beside him holding something.

"Why aren't you asleep?" Tang Yiping asked, looking at Yu Mo.

"I...can't sleep," the little girl said, clutching the thing in her arms tightly.

Tang Yiping took a closer look and realized that it was Bao Ge's shirt.

Brother Bao really fell asleep. As a middle-aged man in his forties, he was anxious and worried during the day, and he was overworked. No matter how desperate he felt, he couldn't withstand the physical exhaustion.

Right now, you can hear his snoring from here.

On the contrary, it's children like Yumo who can't fall asleep.

"Brother, what should I do?" the little girl asked Tang Yiping.

Tang Yiping was stunned for a moment. "No, hasn't your father already accepted you back?"

However, he immediately realized that this little girl was very sensitive.

The knot in Bao Ge's heart hadn't actually disappeared.

There's a saying on the internet, "Love will disappear," and Tang Yiping thinks that's quite true.

For example, the love between him and Master Tang and his son often disappears.

For example, this one, this one, this one, and this one again...

Thinking of the incidents where father and son had hurt each other, Tang Yiping's mind was instantly filled with memories of love fading away. As a result, his love for Master Tang disappeared for a moment, and he felt a burning hatred.

I've lived this long entirely on my own, right?
However, in the relationship between father and son or father and daughter, love is naturally complementary.

But now, this bond of connection and self-sustaining mechanism has disappeared.

After Xiaoyumo escaped her predicament, Baoge actually exhausted his "love" and started thinking about more things.

His gloom and alienation were even more intense.

He's playing the role of a father more like a father than out of genuine responsibility.

"Don't worry, your father will come to his senses." What else could Tang Yiping say? This was the only way he could comfort Yu Mo.

Yu Mo shook her head: "Brother, what should I do to make my dad happy?"

She looked up at Tang Yiping: "Brother, should I never see him again? Would he feel better if he couldn't see me?"

Tang Yiping thought to himself, "How would I know?"

I look like an adult.

I'm already an adult.

But when it comes to being childish, I never lose to anyone, okay!
Kid, you've chosen the wrong person to be your confidant.

“I wish I were my dad’s daughter,” she said.

Then she lowered her head and said, "If only I hadn't been born..."

What could Tang Yiping say?

Some things, once they've happened, can never be changed.

Wait a minute, it's all unchangeable? But it seems some things aren't entirely unchangeable. I think I had a thought back then, what was it again?

Tang Yiping tapped his head.

When Tang Yiping was watching over Bao Ge, fearing he might commit suicide at night, he didn't sleep a wink and kept thinking about this problem.

Later, Brother Ze came and brought me some food, and then I... fell asleep?
Ah, I should have written down that flash of inspiration back then.

As a result, he fell asleep on Ze Ge's lap.

Oh no, I've been brainwashed by Ze Ge's knees!
No, I thought of a solution, but what was it again?

Tang Yiping fell into deep thought.

At the same time, it was raining heavily in the world opposite.

Young Master Tang was in his office, typing away on his keyboard.

The screen in front of him displayed GIFT's code.

As the leader of the "Talent Stealing" action team, GIFT is the driving force behind their daily operations. Without the GIFT algorithm, it would be difficult to find someone to steal talent from in the other world.

But he has been trying for several days and still hasn't been able to fix the GIFT.

The person who destroyed GIFT must have left behind some kind of verification mechanism. If they modify any line of code, even just a single character, the system will crash and become unusable.

Yes, you can't change even a single character.

He had tried countless times, and each time it would crash, leaving him no choice but to roll back.

However, he refused to believe in superstition.

He refused to believe he couldn't find this hidden verification mechanism!
He hasn't slept much for days because of this, trying and searching again and again. Now he has dark circles under his eyes, and his eyes are bloodshot.

But no matter what, he just couldn't do it.

He felt that his patience had reached its limit, and if it continued, he would become extremely hot.

He even had a vague idea in his mind.

I...maybe I really have failed.

How can this be?

Having already possessed the most powerful talent in the world, how could he possibly lose?
Is it that I lack some kind of talent?

Why? Why are there technologies in this world that I completely don't understand?
Or is it the illusionary world on the other side?
Who exactly modified the GIFT?
Young Master Tang stared at the screen, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth, his facial expression gradually contorting.

Beside him, Captain Li looked at Young Master Tang with trembling eyes.

Before this, Captain Li actually really liked Tang Shao Ye hiding here writing code.

To be honest, he didn't know why Young Master Tang liked writing code so much. Given Young Master Tang's status, it was perfectly normal for him to indulge in some less refined pleasures, such as drinking and carousing.

However, he chose to pursue a career in coding and showed a strong interest in it.

This greatly reduced Captain Li's workload.

If Young Master Tang had chosen any other field, none would have been as peaceful or easy to manage. As Young Master Tang's retainer, general, and chief bodyguard, his job would have been several times more difficult.

But... now he regrets it.

He could clearly sense that Young Master Tang's body was gradually turning red, and that he was about to explode, but he didn't understand anything about it and had no idea what was going on.

He couldn't solve the problem either.

He stood to the side, carefully observing Young Master Tang's expression.

Oh no, oh no, oh no, it's about to reach red temperature!

Just as he was about to be subjected to the storm, Young Master Tang suddenly stopped, as if he had seen something puzzling.

At this moment, a notification popped up on Young Master Tang's screen.

It was the "entropy flow calibration regression" program he wrote specifically for OIFU, used to diminish OIFU's influence and smear OIFU.

He recalled that the program ran very successfully, ruining OIFU's reputation and draining its traffic.

While it can't be said to be a complete success, it at least achieved its goal of restoring entropy flow to normal.

Young Master Tang was quite satisfied with this—although there were some parts he wasn't satisfied with—but after calming down, he was still relatively satisfied.

After all, the illusion of himself on the other side doesn't deserve this kind of star treatment.

But only a few days have passed, how come OIFU is back in the spotlight?

But... get off here!
If I can't handle this damn guy who hacked GIFT, can't I handle you?

Young Master Tang took a deep breath, sat down, switched to the "Entropy Flow Calibration Regression" interface, and started typing away.

Captain Li, who was anxiously awaiting Young Master Tang's outburst, was fully prepared for a storm of criticism, but then...

Young Master Tang sat down again?
what's the situation?
Is it a good thing?

For some reason, he had a bad feeling...

It's going to be bad! It's really going to be bad!
……

On the 41st floor of Qihang Building, Qian Haoran, the leader of the second group of the second technical team, finally emerged from the strongest "flow" state of his life.

He sat in front of his monitor, looking at the neat lines of code on the screen.

This is the result of his work over the past few hours.

This may also be his greatest achievement in his life: the best code and the most powerful tool he has ever written.

Sitting here, he was overwhelmed by an overwhelming sense of melancholy, as if he had lost track of time.

He turned his head blankly and looked into the hall.

It was already quite late, and most of the people in the lobby were still busy and hadn't left. At first glance, it looked just like a large internet company with a 996 or even 007 work schedule.

However, the atmosphere is quite different.

Compared to those in large companies where most employees are forced to work overtime, most of them actually have their own intrinsic motivation and reasons for working so hard and not wasting a single second.

During their time here, almost none of them left.

Everyone takes a break when they're tired, lying down in the rest pod or on the sofa for a while, and then continues working after waking up. They have an ingrained sense of urgency; they have to be faster, faster, and faster still.

They are protecting the world; if they're late, they'll lose!
And if you lose, you might lose everything.

Qian Haoran is the same.

Having worked so hard to protect this world for so long, Qian Haoran felt he could finally say that he had truly "done something".

The tool he had just written was in front of him.

After quickly reviewing what he had just written, he could hardly believe that he had actually created a framework that could encompass all the tools, cyber weapons, and even the works of his colleagues.

Is this something I can do?

"Damn, I'm a genius!"

he thinks.

Then he felt melancholy again.

"Sigh, if only that state could have lasted longer."

The state of "flow," especially the deep flow state I just experienced, is truly rare and precious; a person may never enter it even once in their lifetime.

The reason he was able to enter that deep flow state was because he had something ready-made to copy.

"Alas, I am not a genius after all."

That's right, he copied Tang Yiping's architecture.

Although no two lines of code are the same, and the two frameworks serve completely different purposes, but...

He knew that his framework was merely a clumsy imitation of Tang Yiping's.

Only after you've actually imitated it once and then go back to look at it can you see exactly where the strength of Tang Yiping's structure lies.

It looks ordinary, but it's like a thunderclap in the silence.

I wish I were Tang.

he thinks.

Now, comparing my own writing with Tang Yiping's OIFU "Endless Expansion Framework," I've only grasped about three-tenths of its essence.

However, reaching even a third of the essence was his limit.

At that moment, he felt the difference between ordinary people and geniuses.

After thinking about it, he renamed his framework project:
"Limited extension framework".

He really doesn't dare to use the word "endless" carelessly; he's not worthy of it.

"Qian, are you done writing?" his colleague asked as he got up to stretch.

"Yes, it's finished!"

"Can I take a look?"

"Look!"

Next, they need to integrate all the other things into this framework, which should be the focus of their next task.

Once the complete framework is in place, it could become the Coordination Office's most powerful "arsenal," unifying everything the Technical Team had previously possessed.

Then it will have a synergistic effect that is far greater than the sum of its parts.

After sharing his code, it wasn't long before various exclamations of amazement arose.

"Fuck!"

"Genius!"

"Qian is a genius, holy crap!"

"I can understand every single line and sentence, but the question is, can they be combined like this?"

Hearing his friends' exclamations of amazement, Qian Haoran felt a strange sense of accomplishment.

But I was also a little embarrassed.

After all, he was just a "plagiarist," even though Tang Yiping's code was completely open source and used the WTFPL (Do What The Fuck You Want To Public License) open source license.

It means you can use it however you want or copy it however you want, it doesn't matter.

But copying is copying.

A person can fool others, but they can't fool themselves.

He quickly waved his hand and said, "Don't exaggerate."

"I'm not exaggerating, I feel like I won't be able to call you Group Leader Qian anytime soon."

"Yes, we should change our name to Captain Qian!"

"This time, Sun Licheng is definitely no match for you, Qian Team Leader!"

"Qian, I think you need to go and report to Commander Lin right away!"

What my friends are saying might be true.

but……

Damn, report to Commander Lin?

If he remembered correctly, just a few hours ago, he had submitted a report to Commander Lin, stating that Tang Yiping was just an "ordinary" programmer.

No, it seems they said at the time that he "had good programming skills," but "didn't show any special talent," so he could be "recruited as an external member"...

The thought of the report he had just submitted made his face burn with embarrassment, and he wished he could invent a time machine immediately, go back in time, and take back that report.

Or you could just slit your own throat and die to end it all.

Thinking this, Qian Haoran suddenly noticed that things were in a bit of chaos over the third group next door.

"What's going on over there?" Qian Haoran asked.

"The other side has made their move!"

"Half an hour ago, the third team detected an abnormal data stream, and they are currently analyzing and tracking it."

"Is it tricky?" Qian Haoran asked, because the third group was all sweating profusely.

"Yeah, it's tricky. The opponent has become stronger and harder to deal with." After thinking for a moment, the teammate changed the adjective: "The third group said... they're terrifyingly strong."

As they were talking, Qian Haoran saw the group leader of Group Three running over.

“Group Qian…” The group leader of Group Three was actually more senior than Qian Haoran, and he was somewhat dissatisfied that Qian Haoran had been noticed by his superiors. At this moment, his face was flushed, but he put on a humble posture, “Could you do us a favor? We… really can’t handle this.”

"Okay, what do you need us to do?" Qian Haoran asked.

(End of this chapter)