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Two hours.
Professor Zheng and two colleagues exchanged glances, and then buried their heads on the ground, starting to calculate.
Every second counts, there can be no delay!
Unfortunately, the ground was damp and sticky with water stains. The notebook’s cover slowly got soaked, and even writing with a pen started to blur.
However, with ti so pressing, the three quickly turned to the other side of the paper and continued to calculate.
Halfway through, Professor Zheng suddenly shouted:
"Abacus! Abacus!"
But there was water, mud, and weeds on the mudflat, yet no abacus.
The new leader, Zhou Yong An, smiled wryly.
Pushing and pulling, he finally got the three of them back to the tent.
These three elderly professors were covered in heavy mud and water stains from the chest down.
He wanted everyone to change their clothes, but no one paid him any mind.
It was the young warrior in charge of the professors who, after delivering als, had gained experience and quickly said:
"Let do it, let do it!"
So, he stepped forward:
"Professors, if you don’t change clothes, these notes will be completely soaked, and if there’s a mistake in the numbers later..."
Goodness, for researchers, who can tolerate that?!
Professor Zheng imdiately snapped back to attention:
"You’re right; sharpening the axe does not delay the work of cutting firewood!"
He started to clumsily change his clothes.
The young warrior quickly handed over a change of clothes from the side.
Just like that, as soon as they put on their clothes, they imdiately leaned back over the table.
Among them, the oldest was 58 this year, and the long years of hardship made it difficult for a person’s vitality to be extended further.
At this mont, the silent expert’s hair was already entirely white.
Leader Zhou Yong An watched all of this in silence, and a bittersweet, swelling feeling grew in his heart.
He thought:
It turns out, those who strive and put their lives on the line aren’t just us!
Just thinking this, his eyes began to sting.
Zhou Yong An quickly turned his head and instructed the young warrior:
"Take good care of the three professors, don’t let them harm their health."
After thinking a bit, he walked to the door and turned back to instruct:
"Go brew three bowls of ginger soup."
Though the day was hot, the three had been soaking in the river bank for who knows how long before and then jumped into their work.
They couldn’t guarantee other things, but three bowls of ginger soup to induce sweat surely couldn’t hurt.
The dedication of the professors when in research mode was astounding.
The young warrior had figured it out—bring the water to their lips and they’ll drink it.
The ginger soup was gulped down, and they said, "Spicy," but no one’s eyes even glanced sideways.
At this mont, their minds were filled only with the data.
In an instant, in the tent with large holes torn in it, aside from the parching sunlight pouring in, only the continuous clatter of the abacus could be heard.
And at this mont.
One of the three suddenly threw down his pen:
"Verification succeeded!"
He exclaid excitedly.
Imdiately, the other two also stopped their pens and gathered around in surprise:
"Quick! Use your data to recalibrate these parts!"
Imdiately after, Professor Zheng also slamd his pen onto the notebook:
"I’m in too!"
The last of the old professors wrote with sweeping strokes, so hurried that in two years, he might not recognize his own writing.
But at this mont, every piece of data was etched in his mind.
Once he silently calculated the final data, the parts he was responsible for were already in place.
He accepted the sections passed to him by the other two professors, and little by little began using tweezers and wearing reading glasses to rge more connecting parts, causing everyone to hold their breath.
The young warrior glanced at the smallest parts on the table, as tiny as sesa seeds, and felt the breeze blowing into the tent, unconsciously pursing his lips.
He scanned around the tent, then stood right at the large hole in the entrance, squatting down.
He was not very educated, and his mind was not very quick. Since childhood, he had often been bullied.
Even after joining the army, such a slender fra, with a crybaby personality... it took many years to beco life-and-death brothers with his current comrades.
At this mont.
His not-so-smart mind had only one thought.
– Do not hinder the research.
Educated people are invaluable, and with these parts being so fine, what if the wind blows them away or scatters them...
So, he must block it!
He must block the scorching sunlight and the sumr breeze with the greatest surface area he could.
But it couldn’t be completely airtight because the temperature inside the tent was also gradually rising.
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