MMB Chapter 83 Let's go to the Zhang family to find Mom.
Chapter 83 Let's go to the Zhang family to find Mom.
Dave sat in front of a workstation and flexed his fingers.
"alright."
Lin Dong sat opposite him, without moving a muscle.
The referee swallowed hard.
"The topic is..." He glanced at the slip of paper in his hand, "Bandpass filter design, specifications are here."
He projected the note onto the big screen.
Dave glanced at it, then lowered his head and started typing.
Lin Dong didn't move.
He just sat there, staring at the metrics on the screen, without moving.
What's the rush?
He mentally reviewed the question.
The bandpass filter has a center frequency of 2.4 GHz, a bandwidth of 40 MHz, an out-of-band rejection greater than 65 dB, and an insertion loss of less than 1.5 dB.
Standard indicators.
Nothing new.
The real challenge isn't getting through the run, but rather how to run faster, better, and in a way that leaves the opponent speechless.
He closed his eyes.
Let the bullet fly for a while.
The referee swallowed hard.
People in the crowd began to whisper among themselves.
"What is that Asian man doing?"
"I don't know... maybe I can't?"
"No way, he was so arrogant just now..."
Cheng Chuan stood at the front of the crowd, his fists clenched.
Win against him.
You must beat him.
He stared at Lin Dong's retreating figure, Dave's face flashing through his mind, his words echoing in his ears, "Two years, how many first-author papers have you published?"
He couldn't swallow this insult.
Lin Dong, if you can beat him, I'll go with you.
Cheng Yu stood next to him without saying a word.
Let me see what you're capable of.
He was calmer than Cheng Chuan.
He heard and remembered everything Lin Dong said last night—"we're short-staffed," "not those bosses."
But hearing is one thing, believing is another.
He wanted to see just how capable this eighteen-year-old, a recent high school graduate from Shenzhen really was.
Tina stood a little behind, her gaze fixed on Lin Dong, her thoughts unreadable.
interesting.
She had never seen this person before.
Are Cheng Yu and Cheng Chuan's friends?
It doesn't seem likely. With Cheng Chuan's temper, there aren't many people he could stand by.
She had heard Dave say those words far too many times.
In Stanford, in this building, in this laboratory.
She watched Lin Dong's retreating figure.
How will this person respond?
She's waiting to see.
Three minutes passed.
Lin Dong still didn't move.
The plan is already in my head.
From the moment he saw the question, he knew how to solve it.
It's not difficult at all; he could draw even more complex circuits with his eyes closed.
But I can't move now.
Too fast won't do.
Too fast, the effect is not good.
We'll have to wait. Wait until Dave has filled half a page, wait until the onlookers start to get impatient.
Wait for the moment when the effect is best.
He closed his eyes.
hold on.
Dave has already typed half a screen of code.
He would occasionally stop, do some calculations on the draft paper, and then continue typing.
The movements were quick and skillful.
Some people in the crowd nodded.
"This level is acceptable."
"Stanford, of course."
five minutes.
almost.
Dave had already filled more than half a page, and the onlookers began to whisper among themselves.
The time is right.
It's time for Brother Dong to make his move.
Lin Dong suddenly moved.
He picked up the mouse and clicked a few times on the screen.
Then release the mouse.
Continue sitting.
Someone in the crowd laughed out loud.
"That's it?"
"No way... just a few seconds?"
"You're faking it..."
Dave glanced up at him, a slight smile playing on his lips, then lowered his head to continue tapping.
Cheng Chuan's fingernails were digging into his palms.
It’s over.
He stared at Lin Dong's posture as he leaned back in his chair, and the fire in his heart gradually cooled down.
Is it just a matter of clicking the mouse a few times?
Two minutes?
Who are you kidding?
He's seen far too many people like that.
They talk a good game, but their true colors are revealed when they actually take the stage.
Dave wrote a full page, while Lin Dong only clicked the mouse a few times.
It’s over.
It's out of play.
Cheng Yu glanced at him but didn't say anything.
pity.
He sighed inwardly.
He almost believed what they said last night.
That's well said.
It's really like that.
Unfortunately, it was still a scam.
I need to tell Cheng Chuan once this is over.
Stop hoping.
I'll help you save face; we don't rely on people like that.
Tina remained standing at the back, her gaze still fixed on Lin Dong.
Not interesting.
She thought she would see something different.
She'd seen Dave's stuff all the time; it wasn't anything new to her.
But she had some expectations for this newcomer.
Is it just a matter of clicking the mouse a few times?
That's it?
She looked away and glanced down at the documents in her hand.
ten minutes.
Dave typed the last Enter key and raised his hand.
"It's done."
The referee walked over, looked at the simulation results that popped up on the screen, and nodded.
"All indicators are met. Out-of-band suppression is 67dB, and insertion loss is 1.3dB." The referee paused, glanced at the data on the screen again, and said, "Overall score... 90 points."
A round of applause broke out from the crowd.
Dave smiled.
What's wrong, are you chickening out?
Dave's anger subsided considerably, replaced by a light, smug feeling.
He acted so arrogantly just now, but he was exposed as a fraud when he actually took the stage.
Is it just a matter of clicking the mouse a few times?
Who are you trying to fool?
He glanced at Lin Dong leaning back in his chair and twitched his lips.
Go home and find your mother.
"What, it hasn't started yet?"
Lin Dong glanced at him.
"It's done."
Dave paused for a moment.
"What?"
The referee walked over and glanced at Lin Dong's screen.
Just one glance.
He was stunned.
The screen displays only a few lines of parameters and an extremely simplified topology.
There are no intermediate steps and no lengthy code.
The referee rubbed his eyes and looked at it again.
Then he looked up at Lin Dong with a strange expression.
"When...did you decide that was the end of it?"
Lin Dong looked at him.
"When I saw the question."
The referee opened his mouth, unsure of what to say.
Dave walked over, shoved him aside, and leaned close to the screen.
The parameters on the screen—center frequency, bandwidth, insertion loss, out-of-band rejection—are all better than his specifications.
Insertion loss: 0.9 dB. Out-of-band rejection: 73 dB.
He looked up, his expression changing.
"Impossible," he said. "You can't...you didn't even calculate it!"
He pointed at Lin Dong, his voice cracking, "You just sat there! You didn't do anything!"
Lin Dong looked at him.
"Nothing is impossible," he said. "Referee, announce it."
The referee opened his mouth.
He glanced at Dave, then at the screen, then at Dave again.
The referee swallowed hard.
"...99 points."
The crowd fell silent for a moment.
Cheng Chuan was stunned.
He stared at the screen, at the line "99 points," his mind buzzing.
99 point?
Two minutes.
I clicked the mouse a few times.
And then it's 99 points?
He turned his head and looked at his brother.
Cheng Yu didn't look at him.
Cheng Yu looked at Lin Dong.
The young man leaning back in his chair hadn't made a single move from beginning to end, and now he was resting with his eyes closed.
It's not a lie.
He is real.
Tina stood at the back, her eyes truly lighting up for the first time.
interesting.
She had already looked down at the documents.
99 points.
She looked at Lin Dong, and the corners of her mouth slowly curved up.
This person... is indeed quite interesting.