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Limited Ambiguity Chapter 17 Part 2

Chapter 17.2


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Qi Yan’s visit to the Academic Management Department quickly spread on Turan’s forum.

“—Why is he going to the Academic Management Department? Did he come up with a new model and needs to register it?”

“—Maybe he’s going to confess that the model wasn’t actually his own!”

“—I envy him so much. With money, just casually hire a tutor to come up with something, then slap your own name on it, and you’re in the research group, just like that!”

“—Those first-year students who are exposing their lack of intelligence seem to have too little class. Indeed, they’re quite idle.”

A crowd of onlookers already gathered at the entrance by the time he reached the office of Academic Management Department. Paying no attention, Qi Yan politely knocked on the door, then walked in.

The director of the office was discussing patent applications with a professor’s assistant. Seeing Qi Yan enter, she smiled gently and asked, “Is there something you need, Qi Yan?”

She had a deep impression of Qi Yan. On one hand, it was rare for a second-year student to produce a model like PVC93, even in Turan, known for its abundance of geniuses. On the other hand, Qi Yan was exceptionally good-looking, making it hard to forget him even if she wanted to.

“Hello,” Qi Yan got straight to the point, “Someone has accused me of academic fraud, claiming that the PVC93 model I created was the work of a tutor hired by my family.”

The director nodded. “That’s correct. We did receive an anonymous report, but the school has dismissed it on the grounds of being unfounded.”

At that moment, Jiang Qi also arrived in the corridor outside.

Sha Ke, who came with him, saw his urgency and asked, “That Qi Yan isn’t even related to you. Why are you so worried about him?”

Jiang Qi felt inexplicably uneasy.

He had noticed many classmates discussing Qi Yan and the model he created, so he casually mentioned the tutor—he genuinely believed it. How could someone from a remote planet achieve such outstanding results? Besides his father paying a high price to hire a top tutor for Qi Yan, Jiang Qi couldn’t think of any other possibility.

Just as he had anticipated, the rumor mill churned. Thanks to his subtle hints, many people began to speculate whether Qi Yan’s tutor had played a role in the model’s creation. In fact, many were already convinced that the model was not Qi Yan’s own work.

He welcomed it.

Such unverifiable yet unrefuted rumors, accumulated over time, could most significantly impact one’s reputation.

What he hadn’t anticipated was someone despising Qi Yan enough to directly report him for academic fraud.

Despite reaching this stage, he should have been looking forward to the next act. After all, self-validation in academia was incredibly challenging, and this stain wouldn’t be easy to wash away.

However, why did he feel so uneasy after Qi Yan entered the office of Academic Management Department?

Glancing again at the office entrance, Jiang Qi replied to Sha Ke, “I’m just a bit worried. My brother just has a poor foundation, but he loves to study, so he hired a tutor.” He added in a hushed tone, “Don’t mention it to anyone. My brother has a strong sense of pride and doesn’t like me mentioning that he hired a tutor.”

Sha Ke thought to himself, how could someone with poor fundamentals produce that model? Aloud, he said, “Stop defending your brother. You’re unlucky to be associated with such person.”

Inside the office, Qi Yan explained his purpose and then turned to the professor’s assistant standing nearby. “If it’s not too much to ask, could you spare a moment to help me?”

The assistant had already grasped the situation and readily agreed, “Of course, but I only have thirty minutes. After that, I need to leave Turan to catch a starship at the starport.”

“Thank you, half an hour will suffice.”

Meanwhile, someone was livestreaming the events to the school forum.

“—Isn’t that Professor Cao’s assistant? Professor Cao specializes in quantum and co-state, while Qi Yan studies artificial intelligence. What could they be discussing?”

“—Can someone tell me why Qi Yan opened the small optical computer? What is he up to?”

The number of viewers watching the live feed kept multiplying.

“—Twenty minutes have passed, and Qi Yan has moved away from the optical computer. Did you see the assistant’s expression? It looked like he could faint from excitement on the spot!”

“—I’m here!! I’m kneeling! Qi Yan spent five minutes chatting with the assistant, then spent twenty minutes constructing a small model. The key point is, when this small model is integrated with the R9-03 model, it can boost the data processing speed by twenty percent!”

“—??? Does that mean I, who had to stay up until four in the morning waiting for 03 to finish processing data, can shut down at midnight instead?”

“—Raise your hand if you’ve been guarding and running data for three days and nights! I want this accelerator! How much! I’ll buy it! Also, this self-validation method is genius! Random specialization! Random processing model! How could anyone have the nerve to try to smear such a talented person?”

In the corridor, Jiang Qi was on the verge of collapse. He casually mentioned feeling unwell to Sha Ke before pushing through the crowd and leaving.

After walking a distance, he couldn’t restrain himself from looking back for a long while before briskly walking away.

In the office, compared to the assistant, the director of the Academic Management Department remained relatively calm. “Do we need to apply for a patent for this accelerator?”

The assistant eagerly interjected, “We want to buy it!”

For him, constructing this accelerator wasn’t particularly difficult. It was just that almost no one had thought of opening an interface within the source data domain of the R9-03 model, using the method of embedding a small model to modify the built-in algorithm rules of the R9-03, and introducing variables.

No one had ever thought that this person named Qi Yan would come up with this idea in such a short time. What keen insight!

It was maddening! Why did he go into artificial intelligence?

Qi Yan flexed his fingers and responded to the director’s question first, “I don’t intend to apply for a patent. Like before, I choose to open source.”

“Open source means giving up a significant amount of patent fees. Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

Applying for a patent or open-sourcing was the prerogative of the architect himself, so the director didn’t try to persuade further. “Then, you need to give this accelerator a name.”

Qi Yan pondered for two seconds. “Let’s call it the R9-03 Accelerator.”

The director’s fingers paused over the keyboard as she entered the characters.

It’s really… straightforward.

The Alliance didn’t have any particular requirements for naming. But because the top-ranked God Y preferred names like “Peregrine,” “Twilight,” “Sundial,” it had sparked a trend in the past two or three years, with names like “Tower,” “Mithril” being particularly popular.

Qi Yan’s straightforward naming approach was rather rare.

This trip took a lot of time. Since most of the lab work was done, Qi Yan didn’t go back.

The two boarded the hovercar. When Lu Fenghan’s hand touched the control lever, he heard Qi Yan speak, “It hurts.”

Lu Fenghan turned his head, observing Qi Yan closely as he asked, “Where does it hurt?”

Qi Yan described seriously, “My hands hurt a lot, all over.”

To avoid delaying the assistant’s departure for the starport, for twenty minutes straight, his fingers tapped on the keys without pause. Only when he finished did he realize how sore his finger bones and wrists had become.

He didn’t want to move another inch.

Lu Fenghan also noticed.

He looked at Qi Yan’s well-proportioned hands, elegantly lined, as if carved from frost, the nails still trimmed by his own hands.

“Alright, I know you’re in pain.”

With a soft sigh, Lu Fenghan took Qi Yan’s hand, controlling the pressure, his eyes focused as he carefully massaged.

Just as he started, Qi Yan took a shallow breath. “Be gentler.”

Wondering how Qi Yan could be this delicate, Lu Fenghan softened his touch even further.


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Limited Ambiguity Chapter 17 Part 2

Limited Ambiguity Chapter 17 Part 2

Chapter 17.2


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Qi Yan's visit to the Academic Management Department quickly spread on Turan's forum.

"—Why is he going to the Academic Management Department? Did he come up with a new model and needs to register it?"

"—Maybe he's going to confess that the model wasn't actually his own!"

"—I envy him so much. With money, just casually hire a tutor to come up with something, then slap your own name on it, and you're in the research group, just like that!"

"—Those first-year students who are exposing their lack of intelligence seem to have too little class. Indeed, they're quite idle."

A crowd of onlookers already gathered at the entrance by the time he reached the office of Academic Management Department. Paying no attention, Qi Yan politely knocked on the door, then walked in.

The director of the office was discussing patent applications with a professor's assistant. Seeing Qi Yan enter, she smiled gently and asked, "Is there something you need, Qi Yan?"

She had a deep impression of Qi Yan. On one hand, it was rare for a second-year student to produce a model like PVC93, even in Turan, known for its abundance of geniuses. On the other hand, Qi Yan was exceptionally good-looking, making it hard to forget him even if she wanted to.

"Hello," Qi Yan got straight to the point, "Someone has accused me of academic fraud, claiming that the PVC93 model I created was the work of a tutor hired by my family."

The director nodded. "That's correct. We did receive an anonymous report, but the school has dismissed it on the grounds of being unfounded."

At that moment, Jiang Qi also arrived in the corridor outside.

Sha Ke, who came with him, saw his urgency and asked, "That Qi Yan isn't even related to you. Why are you so worried about him?"

Jiang Qi felt inexplicably uneasy.

He had noticed many classmates discussing Qi Yan and the model he created, so he casually mentioned the tutor—he genuinely believed it. How could someone from a remote planet achieve such outstanding results? Besides his father paying a high price to hire a top tutor for Qi Yan, Jiang Qi couldn't think of any other possibility.

Just as he had anticipated, the rumor mill churned. Thanks to his subtle hints, many people began to speculate whether Qi Yan's tutor had played a role in the model's creation. In fact, many were already convinced that the model was not Qi Yan's own work.

He welcomed it.

Such unverifiable yet unrefuted rumors, accumulated over time, could most significantly impact one's reputation.

What he hadn't anticipated was someone despising Qi Yan enough to directly report him for academic fraud.

Despite reaching this stage, he should have been looking forward to the next act. After all, self-validation in academia was incredibly challenging, and this stain wouldn't be easy to wash away.

However, why did he feel so uneasy after Qi Yan entered the office of Academic Management Department?

Glancing again at the office entrance, Jiang Qi replied to Sha Ke, "I'm just a bit worried. My brother just has a poor foundation, but he loves to study, so he hired a tutor." He added in a hushed tone, "Don't mention it to anyone. My brother has a strong sense of pride and doesn't like me mentioning that he hired a tutor."

Sha Ke thought to himself, how could someone with poor fundamentals produce that model? Aloud, he said, "Stop defending your brother. You're unlucky to be associated with such person."

Inside the office, Qi Yan explained his purpose and then turned to the professor's assistant standing nearby. "If it's not too much to ask, could you spare a moment to help me?"

The assistant had already grasped the situation and readily agreed, "Of course, but I only have thirty minutes. After that, I need to leave Turan to catch a starship at the starport."

"Thank you, half an hour will suffice."

Meanwhile, someone was livestreaming the events to the school forum.

"—Isn't that Professor Cao's assistant? Professor Cao specializes in quantum and co-state, while Qi Yan studies artificial intelligence. What could they be discussing?"

"—Can someone tell me why Qi Yan opened the small optical computer? What is he up to?"

The number of viewers watching the live feed kept multiplying.

"—Twenty minutes have passed, and Qi Yan has moved away from the optical computer. Did you see the assistant's expression? It looked like he could faint from excitement on the spot!"

"—I'm here!! I'm kneeling! Qi Yan spent five minutes chatting with the assistant, then spent twenty minutes constructing a small model. The key point is, when this small model is integrated with the R9-03 model, it can boost the data processing speed by twenty percent!"

"—??? Does that mean I, who had to stay up until four in the morning waiting for 03 to finish processing data, can shut down at midnight instead?"

"—Raise your hand if you've been guarding and running data for three days and nights! I want this accelerator! How much! I'll buy it! Also, this self-validation method is genius! Random specialization! Random processing model! How could anyone have the nerve to try to smear such a talented person?"

In the corridor, Jiang Qi was on the verge of collapse. He casually mentioned feeling unwell to Sha Ke before pushing through the crowd and leaving.

After walking a distance, he couldn't restrain himself from looking back for a long while before briskly walking away.

In the office, compared to the assistant, the director of the Academic Management Department remained relatively calm. "Do we need to apply for a patent for this accelerator?"

The assistant eagerly interjected, "We want to buy it!"

For him, constructing this accelerator wasn't particularly difficult. It was just that almost no one had thought of opening an interface within the source data domain of the R9-03 model, using the method of embedding a small model to modify the built-in algorithm rules of the R9-03, and introducing variables.

No one had ever thought that this person named Qi Yan would come up with this idea in such a short time. What keen insight!

It was maddening! Why did he go into artificial intelligence?

Qi Yan flexed his fingers and responded to the director's question first, "I don't intend to apply for a patent. Like before, I choose to open source."

"Open source means giving up a significant amount of patent fees. Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

Applying for a patent or open-sourcing was the prerogative of the architect himself, so the director didn't try to persuade further. "Then, you need to give this accelerator a name."

Qi Yan pondered for two seconds. "Let's call it the R9-03 Accelerator."

The director's fingers paused over the keyboard as she entered the characters.

It's really... straightforward.

The Alliance didn't have any particular requirements for naming. But because the top-ranked God Y preferred names like "Peregrine," "Twilight," "Sundial," it had sparked a trend in the past two or three years, with names like "Tower," "Mithril" being particularly popular.

Qi Yan's straightforward naming approach was rather rare.

This trip took a lot of time. Since most of the lab work was done, Qi Yan didn't go back.

The two boarded the hovercar. When Lu Fenghan's hand touched the control lever, he heard Qi Yan speak, "It hurts."

Lu Fenghan turned his head, observing Qi Yan closely as he asked, "Where does it hurt?"

Qi Yan described seriously, "My hands hurt a lot, all over."

To avoid delaying the assistant's departure for the starport, for twenty minutes straight, his fingers tapped on the keys without pause. Only when he finished did he realize how sore his finger bones and wrists had become.

He didn't want to move another inch.

Lu Fenghan also noticed.

He looked at Qi Yan's well-proportioned hands, elegantly lined, as if carved from frost, the nails still trimmed by his own hands.

"Alright, I know you're in pain."

With a soft sigh, Lu Fenghan took Qi Yan's hand, controlling the pressure, his eyes focused as he carefully massaged.

Just as he started, Qi Yan took a shallow breath. "Be gentler."

Wondering how Qi Yan could be this delicate, Lu Fenghan softened his touch even further.


If you enjoy this novel, support the Translator ginevre on her ko-fi account :))


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