Mirabe nced at the data on herputer screen, a slight twitch at the corner of her lips. She looked up at Wade and said seriously, "Wade, I''m just a


    freshman."


    Wade raised an eyebrow. "If you can outdo the sophomores, this data should be a piece of cake for you."


    He pushed theputer toward her again.


    A three-dimensional data model, created in two to three minutes without any


    drafts, and achieving a perfect uracy rate—it was clear that this youngdy''s knowledge far surpassed that of a typical freshman or sophomore.


    Wade wasn''t just a professor at the institute because of his deep understanding of big data. He could also effortlessly gauge someone''s capability based on it.


    Mirabe rubbed her temples, suddenly regretting her decision. Wouldn''t it be better to just fly under the radar?


    With a sigh, Mirabe took theputer.


    Wade''s biputer was different from theb ones. Its built-in biochip


    transmitted data a million times faster than the human brain, a piece of high-tech marvel developed by biologists and physicists.


    Although it wasn''t yet widely adopted, it was incredibly impressive.


    Mirabe tapped on the keyboard, then looked up at Wade. "Can I borrow thisputer for a couple of days?"


    Wade almost instinctively snatched theputer back but then looked at the data on the screen and gritted his teeth. "One day!"


    "Deal," Mirabe agreed promptly.


    Wade: "..."


    He should have said two hours!


    Feeling a bit shortchanged, Wade thought for a moment and then said, "I have one condition, though. You have to fully process this data."


    Mirabe, without even looking up, gave him an OK gesture, then after a quick scan of the entire dataset, she got serious and started working on theputer.


    Wade stood by, watching every move Mirabe made, watching the screen''s rapid changes. In less than two minutes, his eyes began to blur.


    Wade rubbed his eyes and, not wanting to miss the youngdy''s data processing, quickly went to his desk and put on his sses.


    Coming back, he still found the screen blurry. "..."


    This wasn''t a problem that sses could solve.


    It was due to theputer''s operation speed being too fast!


    Ten minutester, Mirabe hit the final confirm button, and theputer screen switched to show the final data results, which she handed back to Wade. "Take a look."


    Wade paused, seemingly not having recovered from the shock of the quickputation. "...done?"


    He nced at his wristwatch.


    "Yeah, this one''s a bit different from theb''s, not as easy to handle," Mirabe said, pouting slightly.


    Wade''s cheek twitched. What did she mean by that? Was she implying ten minutes was a long time?


    Did she know that this set of data, which theb team had been working on for two full days, had barely been processed to yield results?!


    Wade suppressed his stunned feelings and then examined theputation results.


    The data was correct, and the finalputation matched exactly with what theb''s researchers hade up with.


    Staring at this oue for a full minute, Wade''s mind was overwhelmed with indescribable shock.


    This was no ordinary student but a prodigy.


    Goodnight-