I really don't want to date a girl addicted to the internet!

"Then, Cheng Fei, please answer me: Suppose there are ten players in a region, and one player generates a piece of data. After the server finishes its calculations, how many results should it return?"

Cheng Fei's gaze returned to the girl's face in time, and without thinking, he said, "If each player gets one, then obviously there are ten?"

"Similarly, if ten players each generate a set of data, how many sets of results will the server return in total?" Shen Xi asked again.

"Is that even a question? Ten times ten equals one hundred." Cheng Fei shrugged.

"What if the number of players becomes one hundred?" the girl asked, staring intently at him.

"One hundred times one hundred?" Cheng Fei realized the pattern. "It's actually the square of the number of players."

"Very good." Shen Xi raised her chin. "Now, think about the situation with a thousand players. What would the result be?"

“One thousand square meters is one million,” Cheng Fei replied quickly.

“Imagine that every time a player moves, jumps, or attacks, data is generated. The more details there are in the game, the larger the amount of data becomes. Every second, players need to synchronize data with the server dozens of times. Multiply that amount by a million times, and what a severe bandwidth burden that would be!” The girl stared intently into his eyes.

Cheng Fei thought for a moment, "A million times sounds scary, but since there's a game like EVE Online, it means there's not much of a problem. After all, internet technology is very advanced now."

“Of course, a thousand people is no problem. With sufficient investment of technology and resources, it can be solved. Even simple 2D web games can easily achieve a thousand people on the same screen.” Shen Xi nodded slightly, like a teacher praising a student.

“That’s what I mean.” Cheng Fei nodded toward the girl’s calf as if he were deep in thought.

"What about the 100,000 people?" Shen Xi looked down at him, her pretty face icy cold.

"Ok?"

"I'm asking you how much of a burden it would be to have 100,000 people on screen at the same time, answer me." The girl's tone grew colder.

"100,000 square meters is... uh, 10 billion?"

Do you think it's possible for current network technology to achieve this level of player co-op?

"Is that really possible? After all, the amount of data grows exponentially, which not only consumes bandwidth but also requires a lot of computation. If it were possible, games would have already advertised 100,000 players battling on the same screen." Cheng Fei shrugged.

Shen Xi sneered, "It seems you still have some rationality left in your mind, and haven't been completely consumed by your filthy nerves. By the way, this is a power function, not an exponential function."

"Teacher Shen, you're going too far. You're making it sound like I've had a genetic mutation. As for things like functions, whatever you want."

The girl glanced at him, making no attempt to hide her disgust. "You know exactly where you've been looking since just now."

"Teacher Shen, you've completely misunderstood. Actually, in today's art class, we were talking about the human body, and the teacher said that the dynamics of the legs are very important. You know I've always had a passion for art."

"Then why don't you go see as much as your girlfriend wants? If you're too shy to say it, I can pass on the message. She'll definitely be happy, and it'll definitely make you even more satisfied." There was no pity in the girl's eyes.

"Not at all, Ms. Shen, your beauty is unparalleled in my heart." Cheng Fei said seriously.

"Save your sweet talk for after you break up with your boyfriend." The girl sat back down on the steel pipe chair with a cold expression. "So, the next task is to test the maximum number of people on screen at the same time in the corridor."

Cheng Fei looked as if he had expected this, "So how should we test it, Teacher Shen?"

"The first step is to form a band to represent the community at the cultural festival."

“Okay, let’s form a band…” Cheng Fei nodded at first, then realized something was wrong, “Huh?”

Is there a problem?

"Weren't we testing the maximum number of players on screen simultaneously in the corridor?"

"Your memory is actually not bad."

"So how does this relate to the cultural festival?"

"It just so happens that every club needs to hold a showcase event."

"Where is the logic in this? Professor Shen, what exactly are you trying to do?"

"I shouldn't have overestimated your comprehension." Facing the puzzled boy, the girl sighed heavily. "I'll explain it to you from the beginning."

"I'm all ears."

"Your piano playing is not very good, but it has given me an idea. If you want to gather a large number of players in the corridor, holding a performance is a good option."

"You're going to hold a performance in the game?" Cheng Fei thought it was a fantasy.

“That’s right, my plan is to attract 100,000 players to come and watch in six months.” Shen Xi pinched his chin.

"Then the server crashed."

“Since the corridor truly exists, there are naturally no performance bottlenecks to speak of, which will serve as strong proof.” The girl sneered, “If you don’t believe me, let’s make another bet.”

Cheng Fei shook his head decisively, "Give up, I told you I won't gamble with you again."

"You neither believe what I say nor dare to bet with me; you are the most cowardly man in the world."

"I said I'd protect you," Cheng Fei said nonchalantly. "Speaking of which, Teacher Shen, do you know what 100,000 people means? Even if the game could do that, what would we use to attract 100,000 viewers? Biting a lighter?"

“I already said we’d form a band.” Shen Xi crossed her arms over her chest. “There are tens of millions of players in Corridor worldwide. We only need to attract one percent of them, and that will be more than enough.”

Cheng Fei stroked his chin. "Teacher Shen, forgive me for being blunt, but you're too idealistic. You make it sound like we have a world-famous, popular band, but in reality, our club only has two people. I have a suggestion."

"explain."

"How about we perform a crosstalk instead?" Cheng Fei shrugged.

"If we don't have enough fans, we'll build more." Shen Xi frowned slightly.

"You need to have the ability first before you can talk about building up fans, right?"

"So, starting from this cultural festival, we'll debut as a band and make our mark." The girl's expression was resolute.

"Teacher Shen, let me emphasize again that there are only two people in our club."

"So we need to find band members."

"Who will go look for it?"

"you."

"Me?" Cheng Fei pointed to himself, feeling that this task was as difficult as eliminating Tang Sanzang and his disciples.

"Use your sweet talk skills, whether you coax or deceive, to bring over a bunch of girls who can play music to be your puppets."

"Please don't make me sound like some kind of weirdo who uses a hypnosis app, thank you."

"Aren't you a pervert?" the girl asked with certainty.

Cheng Fei slapped himself across the face. "Minister, I'm applying to resign from the ministry."

"Is this all the awareness you have for protecting others?" The girl lowered her eyes. "I misjudged you."

Cheng Fei stared at her face and sighed, "Alright, I'll give it a try. So, what are you going to do, Teacher Shen?"

“I’m in charge of the band’s operations and planning, as well as preparing for the final 100,000-person concert.” The girl’s expression was serious. “So you’d better hurry up and find someone.”

Cheng Fei looked helpless. "Alright, I'll go ask the Light Music Club first."

"I wish you all the best. Once I find the right person, I will promote you to deputy minister."

"So I'm not like that now?" Cheng Fei asked in surprise.

"Unfortunately, not at the moment."

……

54. The Corridor Research Department decides to form a band.

"In short, as long as the Light Music Club and the Corridor Research Club reach a strategic cooperation, although there will be no substantial benefits for the time being, with the help of our strong operational and planning capabilities, starting from this cultural festival, we should be able to turn you into a popular band with enough online listeners to attract 100,000 people within six months at most. At that time, you will definitely make a fortune."

"Cheng Fei, please have some tea."

"Thank you."

In the activity room of the Light Music Club, a fashionable girl placed a paper cup in front of the incessantly talking Cheng Fei.

“I’ll pay you, five hundred yuan for one performance.” The short-haired girl on the other side held out her hand.

The fashionable girl quickly grabbed her hand, "Senior Liang, calm down. We have to go on stage at the cultural festival ourselves. Even if we get paid, we can't participate in any more activities."

"Just make sure they're unrecognizable with makeup, or have everyone wear cardboard boxes over their heads like Lonely Girl."

As soon as she finished speaking, the socially awkward girl next to her, who had been silent until now and was called Lonely Girl, suddenly twitched and fell backward.

The fashionable girl hurriedly caught her, slapping her cheeks repeatedly. "Wake up, Lonely Girl! Senior Liang definitely didn't mean to laugh at you! Senior Liang, come help me, I can't take it anymore!"

Cheng Fei sipped his tea and watched the three members of the Light Music Club in complete chaos.

The situation calmed down a few minutes later.

"I'm sorry, Cheng Fei, but our current level is far from meeting your requirements. Besides, we're also preparing for an off-campus performance, so we don't have any other ideas for the time being. I suggest you try finding someone else," the fashionable girl said sincerely.

"I see, I understand." Cheng Fei nodded calmly.

The fashionable girl stared at his face for a moment, then said, "By the way, Cheng Fei, have you ever thought about forming your own band?"

"Should I set it up myself?"

"That's right, you only have the motivation to work together when you're in your own band, right? Besides, you can be a keyboardist yourself."

"May I?"

"With your talent, you'll definitely be fine with more practice."

The short-haired senior student Liang also gave a thumbs up, "I have to admit that you'll have no problem playing with the keyboard."

The fashionable girl counted on her fingers and said, "As long as you find a drummer, a bassist, and a guitarist, you'll have a pretty complete band."

Where's the lead singer?

“We can find someone to do it on the side, for example, I’m both a guitarist and lead singer,” the fashionable girl smiled.

"I see, I've learned something." Cheng Fei fell into deep thought.

……

Our attention shifts to the corridor research department.

"That's how it is, Teacher Shen. Others aren't fools. It's more likely that we'll go on stage ourselves than to find someone to be a puppet," Cheng Fei said, shrugging.

Shen Xi pondered for a moment, "Go on stage personally? Okay, then who should it be?"

"With your intelligence, Ms. Shen, you must be good at one or two musical instruments, right?" Cheng Fei asked her.

"I can play the violin."

"That's too elegant, Professor Shen. Do you have anything else?"

"I can play the piano a little."

"Please don't take my only spot, thank you."

"You can go play the drums."

"Don't make it sound like being a drummer is easy, and my talent is limited to keyboards."

Cheng Fei tried it in the Light Music Club. Although he has an amazing sense of music now, he only gets a proficiency boost when he touches keyboard instruments. This is probably a characteristic of the [eighth note].

“That makes sense, after all, he’s a teenager addicted to the internet.” Shen Xi nodded.

Cheng Fei hardened her fist. "I study hard every day. You, a girl addicted to the internet, have no right to judge me."

The girl replied expressionlessly, "I can play the guitar too."

"You should have said you could play guitar earlier. You're just trying to show off your talent, aren't you?" Cheng Fei realized what he meant.

The girl seemed not to hear him, and pondered while pinching her chin, "We have a guitarist and a keyboardist, but we still need a drummer and a bassist."

Cheng Fei glanced at her nonchalantly, "By the way, Ms. Shen, can you sing?"

"do not like."

"That's true, you must have a natural aura when you sing." Cheng Fei imagined her singing to the audience with a cold expression.

"I just don't like it." Shen Xi frowned.

“Okay, okay, I know, you just don’t like it.” Cheng Fei nodded perfunctorily. “I do have someone in mind who can play bass and also be the lead singer.”

"Who?"

"We all know each other."

"I don't remember anyone like that."