He immediately clicked [Agree].
But there was no response.
Li Dong immediately realized what was happening.
Almost instinctively, he glanced at the progress bar above Xiaohai’s head.
’Are these two things related?’
Shannon is the father of information theory.
And that "reactivation" process Xiaohai just ran was, in essence, information being compressed, reorganized, and regenerated within itself.
’They must be related.’
’The [Agree] button is probably unresponsive because Xiaohai hasn’t progressed far enough.’
Just as Li Dong was speculating, the dorm room door opened.
Wang Hao came in humming a little tune. Seeing Li Dong, he greeted him with a wide grin.
"Brother Dong!"
Li Dong turned his head, and seeing how happy he looked, asked,
"Hey, Haozi."
"Looks like things went well with the national modeling competition?"
Wang Hao tossed his backpack onto the desk and flopped into his chair.
"No problem at all."
Li Dong suddenly recalled a snippet of conversation he’d overheard from a few judges at Jinling Meiyuan.
"I heard that this year, both Shuimu and Fudan have a lot of promising talents."
"You don’t feel any pressure?"
When Wang Hao heard this, he rolled his eyes.
"Brother Dong."
"Are you underestimating Gu God and me a little?"
"In your eyes, we might not be much."
"But in everyone else’s eyes, we’re the final bosses of this year’s competition!"
Li Dong was taken aback.
Then it dawned on him.
’Oh, right.’
Wang Hao had gotten into Yan University with an Ossai gold medal.
And Gu Ming, that went without saying.
He was the ceiling of Yan University’s undergraduate School of Mathematics.
He was even the second author on that paper with Fu Chen.
If this paper really got published, Gu Ming would be the first undergraduate in the entire country this year to be published in *Композитио*.
Of course, Li Dong himself was now considered a "PhD student."
So he wouldn’t be competing with Gu Ming on the "undergraduate" leaderboard.
Li Dong smiled self-deprecatingly.
’Looks like I’ve been underestimating my roommates.’
Just as he was about to tease Wang Hao a little more, the dorm room door was pushed open again.
It was Gu Ming.
He was carrying two takeout orders.
"Haozi, don’t forget about the training session for problem grinding tonight. I grabbed some food on the way..."
He hadn’t finished his sentence when he saw Li Dong was also there, and his eyes immediately lit up.
"East God!"
Then, as if he’d remembered something, he looked a little excited.
"East God, it’s great that you’re here. I have something to tell you."
Seeing his expression, Li Dong had a pretty good idea of what it was about.
"Is it about *Композитио*?"
Gu Ming froze for a second, then nodded vigorously.
"The editorial department replied this afternoon."
"We’ve received comments from all three reviewers."
"Two of the reviewers..."
The excitement in his voice was impossible to suppress.
"...specifically singled out the operator construction section that Senior Fu Chen and I worked on."
"They said that section is the most difficult step to get around in the entire paper."
Li Dong smiled.
He understood where Gu Ming’s excitement was coming from.
For a journal of *Композитио*’s caliber, getting comments from all three reviewers meant you already had one foot in the door.
Not to mention a reviewer specifically calling a section "the most difficult step to get around."
That was basically the reviewer vouching for him.
Li Dong smiled and clapped Gu Ming on the shoulder.
"Congratulations, Gu God."
"Looks like getting it published before the end of the year won’t be a problem at all."
Gu Ming was a little embarrassed by the two words "Gu God."
He quickly waved his hands in dismissal.
"East God, please don’t call me that."
"I’m not worthy of the title."
Wang Hao, who had been munching on his takeout the whole time, looked up.
"Hey, if you guys are gonna trade compliments, include me too!"
Gu Ming: ...
Li Dong: ...
None of the three in the dorm room could hold it in, and they all burst out laughing.
After he finished laughing, Wang Hao turned to Gu Ming.
"By the way, Gu God."
"Before you came in, Brother Dong was just worrying about us for the national competition."
"He asked if I felt any pressure."
Gu Ming smiled and shook his head.
"Haozi and I have the national competition under control."
Hearing this, Wang Hao turned his head back to Li Dong.
"Brother Dong, the national competition is really no problem."
"It’s just that I heard Sichuan University has a newcomer this year who’s scarily good."
"That’s the one variable."
"Other than that, there are no issues."
He said this with great confidence.
When Li Dong heard the name Sichuan University, he froze for a moment again.
Last time, Professor Wen Jingxing had specifically mentioned Sichuan University.
This time, Wang Hao had also mentioned Sichuan University.
As he thought about it, he muttered to himself,
’Did Sichuan University really produce a monster this year?’

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