Chapter 11: Only I Am Unique Chapter 11 Goose-Yellow Light Shirt Thin (2)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Chen Yi moved the mouse slightly, and on the notebook screen, the cursor's sound immediately appeared, but those special small icons, as well as the screensaver itself, did not disappear.

Instead, at the bottom left corner, there was an "again" icon flashing, and at the bottom right corner there was a prompt to enter a password.

Chen Yi clicked the "again" icon without hesitation, not a bit of guilt about spying on privacy.

Liu Xinyu, who was selecting mineral water on the dining table, saw Chen Yi's movement, but made not a sound.

The screensaver on her notebook, besides the function of opening by entering a password, had another important function—training and examining a person's hand-eye coordination.

For her, this was an extremely useful skill, and making it a screensaver also carried the meaning of urging herself to practice. When not busy, every time she started the screensaver, she would play a "Rule Game," accumulating bit by bit, invisibly improving her ability.

An untrained child could not possibly complete the "game" within the prescribed time.

Chen Yi picked up the mouse and tried moving it, and sure enough, he failed.

But he was not the least bit discouraged; instead, he rested his chin on his hand and fell into thought.

Any game has its patterns, let alone an intelligence game.

Liu Xinyu walked over with cat steps, going dong dong, and said with a smile: "How do you find this game?"

"A bit difficult." Chen Yi did not look up, his voice very normal.

Liu Xinyu gave a hehe smile, made a gesture as if to take back the notebook, and at the same time introduced: "The small icons above require you to combine and arrange them according to certain rules. The icons change every round; one cannot stick to old rules."

Chen Yi held the notebook tightly, not giving her a chance to take it back.

Liu Xinyu did not mind, her whole attention focused on the surrounding environment.

"Certain rules? What rules?" Chen Yi asked again. Those icons, some were as simple as traffic signs, others as complex as stamps.

"Any rule, as long as it is a unified rule, the computer will naturally judge. For example, degree of complexity, number of strokes, meaning of patterns, evenness. It's not easy." Liu Xinyu, even while explaining, had a coquettish tone; she also deliberately changed her posture, turning her body facing the computer halfway to the side, her star-like chest protruding, propping up her goose-yellow shirt fully.

It was only now that Chen Yi discovered that her pair of *** were actually placed on the table.

Too large indeed was very strenuous.

Chen Yi looked at them with very sympathetic, very sympathetic eyes, moving his hand gently, gently over.

In Liu Xinyu's eyes, a glint of cold light flashed; as he gradually approached, her left hand gradually tensed.

Even more unexpected was that Chen Yi actually reached his hand toward the tabletop on the right side of the notebook.

In that moment of hesitation, Liu Xinyu's gaze was extremely focused, her body leaning forward slightly, still making no move.

"Let me try." Chen Yi's hand grabbed the mouse, only 20 centimeters from her body.

"Hmm?" Liu Xinyu relaxed, a smile overflowing at the corner of her mouth.

After all, he was a middle school student.

"Pattern Game" was a difficult problem derived from advanced intelligence tests. It required observation, imagination, analysis and judgment, thinking ability, and so on.

With a middle school student's brain not yet fully developed, the possibility of completing it was lower than a panda giving birth—especially without anyone's help.

Liu Xinyu said intentionally or unintentionally: "Don't underestimate the small game; it can prove many things."

"Prove what?"

Liu Xinyu propped her chin with one hand and said leisurely with a smile: "At least it shows your intelligence, your hand-eye coordination, it shows whether your body is well-coordinated, whether it is—composed of sufficiently perfect genes."

Cooperating with her words, fingers like green onions tapped lightly on Chen Yi's chest like a dragonfly skimming water.

Chen Yi's little heart went "bang bang bang," and he showed a brilliant smile without changing expression.

Through the Listening Scroll, he once again received feedback for two words:

"Hide," "Program."

"Her computer is running some kind of program!"

Chen Yi immediately realized that Liu Xinyu was stalling for time.

Under these circumstances, he pretended to wipe the keyboard, sliding his left hand toward the power button. He wanted to stop the program hidden under the screensaver—if there was one.

Just as he was about to achieve his goal, Chen Yi's hand was wrapped in soft skin.

Liu Xinyu held his left hand.

The five fingers had absolutely never touched anything softer.

In the moment of enjoyment, Chen Yi realized the problem; he wanted to pull his hand out, moved it twice, but it had no effect at all.

A martial solution failed; he put on a harmless smile again and said: "You don't want me to continue?"

Liu Xinyu smiled, waited three seconds, then released his hand and made a "please" gesture.

"Then please see for yourself, whose genes are more perfect."

When Chen Yi said this sentence, the mouse had already clicked the restart key.

At this time, he only then discovered that Liu Xinyu's mouse was surprisingly heavy, not at all like everyday equipment.

Despite this, his speed was still steady.

Undoubtedly, the key to the problem lay in how to categorize dozens of complex small icons.

If categorized in a simple way, more adjustments to the icons would be needed; if categorized in a more complex way—if the pattern could be found—then it might be possible to move only a few icons to complete the whole puzzle.

This was a standard open-ended intelligence question, chosen by many institutions to train employees.

However, when Liu Xinyu played this game, she was obviously using the former mode. She did not care what the pattern was, but put her energy into adjusting the icons.

The most obvious pattern, more attempts.

Precisely because of this, she said "hand-eye coordination," and when she saw Chen Yi's untrained, clumsy movements, she naturally assumed he definitely could not complete it on time, so she did not care at all, waiting with legs crossed on the side, only guarding against the computer shutting down directly.

The mouse made a rhythmic "ka ka" sound.

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