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After receiving funding, Limitless is like a sports car with a full tank of gas.

It's speeding along at breakneck speed.

But then we encountered our first sharp turn.

The optimization of the core algorithm has encountered a bottleneck.

The previous architecture, while perfect, experienced microsecond-level latency when handling tens of millions of concurrent users.

This is nothing for ordinary software.

But for Jiang Ci, who aspires to be an industry benchmark, this is an intolerable flaw.

……

Wednesday morning.

Startup incubator.

A black Mercedes-Benz S-Class sedan was parked at the entrance.

The car door opened.

A woman came down.

She was wearing a well-tailored dark gray business suit, trousers, and five-centimeter black high heels.

Her hair was tied up high, revealing a clean yet extremely aggressive face.

Her features were strikingly beautiful, and her eyes were sharp.

He was carrying a silver Alienware laptop.

Su Qing.

The true female protagonist of the original book.

A prodigy with two PhDs from Stanford University, specializing in AI deep learning, and who has won numerous international awards.

He was also a "core technology consultant" specially sent by the investors.

She pushed open the studio door.

There was no knocking.

There were no polite greetings.

"I am Su Qing."

She placed her laptop on the conference table, exuding an aura of authority.

"I heard your algorithm is stuck on concurrent processing? Give me five minutes, I want to take a look at the code."

Jia Pengxiu and Zhang Annian were still eating breakfast.

I was stunned by the sudden appearance of this woman.

That aura...

How come he looks so much like Ci Ge?

……

Ten minutes later.

In front of the whiteboard.

Su Qing held a marker in her hand and quickly wrote down a series of complex formulas.

The handwriting is messy and unrestrained.

"The logic here is sound, but the efficiency is too low."

She didn't turn her head, her voice clear and resolute.

"If Monte Carlo tree search is introduced and combined with the pruning strategy of neural networks, the efficiency can be improved by at least 40%."

She turned around.

Looking at Jiang Ci standing beside him.

His eyes held the excitement of masters exchanging blows, along with a subtle hint of admiration.

"President Jiang, what do you think?"

Jiang Ci crossed his arms and stared at the whiteboard.

His brain was working at lightning speed.

Two seconds later.

He nodded.

"feasible."

He stepped forward, picked up another pen, and added a few lines next to the formula Su Qing had written.

"But the weighting parameters here need to be changed, otherwise it will affect stability."

That makes sense.

Su Qing's eyes lit up.

"Then add another filter."

The two stood side by side in front of the whiteboard.

One writes, the other fills in the gaps.

He speaks extremely fast, using technical jargon that others can't understand.

They think in sync and have perfect understanding.

Jia Pengxiu watched from below, dumbfounded.

"Oh my god..."

He nudged Zhang Annian.

"This is a true alliance of strengths."

"Why does it feel like there's a barrier around these two standing together? We mortals can't even get close."

Zhang Annian also pushed up his glasses and sighed:

"This is probably the ceiling for intellectual homosexuality."

"To be honest, this woman and our captain... their auras are actually quite compatible."

……

Outside the studio.

Beside the glass door.

Wen Ning was carrying a pink insulated lunchbox.

Inside was braised pork that she had specially prepared for her family's housekeeper, as well as stir-fried shrimp, which Jiang Ci loved.

She stood at the door.

My steps seemed to be nailed to the spot.

Through the clear glass.

She saw the scene inside.

Jiang Ci stood in front of the whiteboard, pen in hand, looking focused and excited.

That was a rare sight for her—Jiang Ci, completely immersed in an intellectual game.

And standing next to him was that woman.

Tall, capable, and confident.

She could understand every word Jiang Ci said.

She could follow Jiang Ci's every thought.

Standing together, they were like two stars drawn to each other, so dazzling that it was hard to look directly at them.

It was a kind of... "evenly matched" pairing.

Wen Ning lowered his head.

She looked at her lace dress and the pink, rustic lunchbox in her hand.

It suddenly feels a bit ironic.

She seems to be from another world.

A useless person who only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun, and can't do anything except deliver food.

【alarm--!】

In his mind, the system's cold voice was like a bucket of cold water being poured over his head.

[Host, please be aware!]

[The Empress has arrived!]

[The original female lead, Su Qing, has been detected online. She is the male lead's perfect partner in his career and his soulmate.]

Compared to her, you're just cannon fodder used to highlight her.

The system's voice carried a hint of cruel foreshadowing:

Your scenes are finished.

Please wake up and realize the enormous gap between you and them.

[Let's get started on the breakup storyline.]

Wen Ning's fingers tightened.

The handle of the lunchbox was digging painfully into my palm.

gap.

Yes.

One was a comrade-in-arms who could help him conquer the country.

One is a burden that only holds things back.

Wen Ning bit her lip.

A feeling of indescribable bitterness and panic welled up in my heart.

She wanted to turn around and leave.

He threw the lunchbox into the trash can and then escaped back to his own world.

Just then.

Jiang Ci, who was discussing the issue, suddenly stopped writing.

He seemed to sense something.

He suddenly turned his head and looked towards the door.

Separated by glass.

Their eyes met.

Jiang Ci was stunned for a moment.

The initial fervor and focus on academic pursuits vanished like a receding tide the moment they saw Wen Ning.

Instead, there is a softness that is visible to the naked eye.

He threw down the marker.

He didn't even greet Su Qing beside him.

He strode towards the door.

"Splash—"

The glass door was pushed open.

"Why aren't you coming in?"

Jiang Ci stood in front of her, blocking the wind from outside and also blocking Su Qing's probing gaze from inside.

He naturally reached out and took the heavy lunchbox from her hand.

"It's so heavy."

He weighed it in his hand, a smile playing on his lips.

"What delicious food did you bring?"

Wen Ning looked at him.

Then she glanced at Su Qing, who was standing inside with her arms crossed, looking at her coldly.

"I……"

Wen Ning's voice was a little soft.

"Did I disturb your work? That lady seems really capable..."

Jiang Ci followed her gaze and looked back.

His expression was indifferent.

"She is an advisor sent by the investors, Su Qing."

A brief introduction.

There are no superfluous adjectives.

"The business negotiations are almost complete."

Jiang Ci turned his head and looked at Wen Ning again.

He reached out and helped her tidy her bangs, which had been ruffled by the wind.

"Compared to work."

"I'm even hungrier now."

As he spoke, he took Wen Ning's hand and pulled her into the studio.

That posture was both natural and domineering.

It's like declaring to intruders into our territory—

Look carefully.

This is the person I truly belong to.

Su Qing stood in front of the whiteboard.

Watching Jiang Ci lead that doll-like girl in.

The man, who had been as cold as ice and whose mind was like a precision instrument just moments before, was now bowing his head and gently pulling out a chair for the girl.

She narrowed her phoenix eyes.

A hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

Is this the legendary "little girlfriend"?

Aside from his face, he's good for nothing.

It's just a decorative vase.

"General Manager Jiang."

Su Qing spoke up.

The voice was crisp and clear, with a cold, businesslike tone.

"Since you're having dinner, I won't disturb you any longer."

"I'll optimize the algorithm again when I get back. I hope you can maintain that efficiency in this afternoon's meeting."

Done.

She closed her laptop and picked up her bag.

She walked past Wen Ning in her high heels, her eyes fixed straight ahead.

It brings with it a cool, refreshing perfume scent.

That's the arrogance of working women.

Wen Ning huddled in the chair.

Watching Su Qing's departing figure, she then looked at Jiang Ci, who was opening her lunchbox.

Although Jiang Ci was protecting him.

But that deep sense of crisis.

For the first time, it pierced my heart so clearly.