He was outscored after scoring 520 points, but his status as a prodigy can't be hidden.

He put one hand in his pocket, turned around, and walked off the stage.

All that remains for the world is one sentence.

Welcome to the new era.

The entire room fell silent for about ten seconds.

Then it exploded.

It wasn't applause, it was chaos.

Nvidia executives stood up, pushed back their chairs, and rushed to the front of the stage. Google's CTO was already frantically making phone calls. Academic and media reporters in the back rows were snapping photos non-stop.

32.7%.

These three words spread throughout every news feed in the entire tech industry within the next five minutes.

Kevin stood on the left side of the stage, staring intently at the progress bar that had reached its maximum on the big screen. His expression was like that of a child who had spent six months building a Lego set, only to watch helplessly as someone kicked it away.

But he did not admit defeat.

"Wait a minute."

Kevin snatched the microphone from the technical director, his voice steady, but the veins on the back of his hand bulged. "I need to raise a formal objection."

The entire room gradually quieted down.

"They are using an uncertified custom compiler."

Kevin pointed to the server with its exposed metal chassis, "According to Rule 17 of the SC competition rules, the software environment of all participating equipment must be based on publicly available code repositories audited by the international open-source community. Their program has not been audited at all."

That statement is reasonable and well-founded.

Some people in the audience started nodding.

Rules are rules. No matter how impressive your data is, violating them is still violating them.

The organizing committee's technical director approached, his expression somewhat subtle. He asked Lin Yu in a low voice, "Does your compiler... have the relevant qualification documents?"

Wang Lei was about to speak when Lin Yu stopped him.

Lin Yu stood still, looking at Kevin.

Article 17.

Lin Yu repeated it calmly, as if reciting a recipe: "The software environment of the competition equipment must be based on an open-source codebase that has been audited by the international open-source community."

He turned to Xia Zijing and said, "Show him."

Xia Zijin had already handed over the tablet.

On the screen is a page for a code hosting platform.

Submission time: 47 days ago.

Code size: 3.2 million lines.

Audit status: Passed. Auditing bodies: European Open Source Software Foundation and IEEE Software Engineering Committee, jointly certified.

Kevin took the tablet and looked at it for three seconds.

His face paled a shade lighter.

"this……"

His throat bobbed. "This codebase was made public forty-seven days ago?"

"right."

Lin Yu said, "Just because you haven't noticed it doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

This sentence is like a thorn in my side.

Kevin gripped the tablet tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"I have a second question."

He put down the tablet, his voice tense, "The thermal conductivity data for the materials you used were measured in a laboratory environment. But there's a huge difference between a laboratory environment and a high-load operating environment. The results you just ran on the stage haven't been verified by a third party—"

"It can be verified."

Lin Yu interrupted him.

"Let's verify it now."

He looked down at the huge crowd below the stage and scanned them.

Who is qualified to perform third-party equipment testing?

There was a two-second silence in the audience.

Then, an elderly man with white hair sitting in the first row stood up.

Lin Yu didn't know him. But Li Jianbin did.

Li Jianbin, standing to the side of the stage, spoke with a complex expression: "That's Klaus Weber. A Turing Award winner in the field of semiconductor materials. He is the current chairman of the International Semiconductor Standardization Committee."

Wang Lei muttered to himself, "What's this old man doing here?"

"He comes every year."

Xia Zijin said, "A resident observer at the SC conference."

Weber walked onto the stage, said nothing, picked up a testing device, and aimed it at the sealed film sample.

The entire room fell silent.

The data came out in less than two minutes.

Weber glanced down at the screen, then looked up and took off his glasses.

Thermal conductivity.

His English had a German accent, and he spoke very slowly.

"5251".

"Energy recovery efficiency, measured value under full load: 32.4%."

He put down the testing equipment and looked at Kevin.

"Young man, your doubts are unfounded."

Kevin opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

The audience erupted in uproar again.

Lin Yu turned around, intending to walk off the stage.

"Wait a moment!"

Kevin took two steps and blocked his way.

This was the first time he had taken the initiative to approach Lin Yu today.

Only when they were face to face did he realize that Lin Yu was almost a head taller than him.

"How did you do that?"

Kevin stared at him, his voice no longer steady. "I've studied bismuth telluride for three whole years. I know all its limits. The stuff you're using shouldn't even exist—"

"I know."

Lin Yu interrupted him, her tone flat and even, "You said three months ago that it didn't exist."

Kevin shut his mouth.

That phrase, "Doesn't exist," felt like a slap in the face.

I have a question for you.

Lin Yu tilted his head slightly, his eyes languid. "You said you're ten years behind, what's that based on?"

Kevin was taken aback.

"Current level of technology—"

"You're referring to the level of technology you're familiar with."

Lin Yu said, "But what we do is outside your frame of reference."

He paused for a moment.

So you didn't miscalculate by ten years.

"You simply don't have a frame of reference."

Kevin stood there, speechless.

Lin Yu walked past him and off the stage.

The microphone remained on the stage, emitting a slight electrical hum.

After stepping down, the first thing Lin Yu did was find a corner, take out his phone, and open the online novel that had just been updated.

Where was I last time?

Wang Lei followed, panting heavily, looking like an inflated balloon about to burst.

"Boss! Do you know how chaotic things are outside right now?! Nvidia's CEO is blocking Mr. Chen's way at the venue entrance, demanding cooperation! And seven or eight fund managers are asking Shen Yue for her contact information!"

"Let Shen Yue handle it."

Lin Yu turned a page.

"And reporters! At least fifty reporters are looking for you!"

"No interviews."

"..."

Wang Lei took a deep breath. "Okay, what about Kevin? He was humiliated like that in front of five thousand people. Aren't you worried he'll come after you?"

"What are you worried about?"

"He has MIT backing him, and a ton of capital—"

"so what?"

Wang Lei couldn't continue speaking.

That makes sense. This guy dared to extort 5 billion from a penguin, would he be afraid of a student?

Xia Zijing walked over, sat down next to Lin Yu, and opened her tablet.

#LinYuSCTournament#

It's currently the number one trending topic on Twitter globally.

The top three trending topics on Weibo in China are: 32.7, 32.7, 32.7, 32.7, and 32.7.

She glanced at Lin Yu and added, "Those accounts that previously criticized you for putting on a show are now deleting their comments in droves."