Icha heard Willy Shaw shouting. But when he looked back, Willy Xiao had already been plopped back into the seat by the group guest.
In the distance he could hear the mystic scholars and the knotted philosophers arguing quietly:
"What's wrong! Why don't you let me speak?"
"This is too hasty. In addition, I think that before we can show strong results, there is no need to waste the throughput of the information channel and then squeeze the current concentration pool."
"What?"
"That said: I strongly advise against releasing the 'levelling plan' and those preliminary preliminary results to everyone at this time."
"Shallow? Another master in the world. Believe me, our results are so powerful! You have to listen to me this time -"
"If you insist, I will exercise my right to veto - which is what you promised me."
Tuankeba wanted to end the dispute, but Willy Shaw obviously wanted to fight again - at least to return the veto power. "It's time for you to reach a consensus, you two." Icha said to them. At this time, Tuankeba happened to be waving a few braids and said something to Willy Xiao.
Icha gave up on them and turned back. Judging from Willy Xiao's expression, his mind changed in an instant and he accepted Tuankeba's suggestion.
Just as he was about to summon the next planning team, the new record officer leaned towards him. This guy was originally a manager at the Terminal Office. Under the five-string storage rules that Amplitude 300 had already established, there should be no technical problems that could stump him.
But obviously this idea is too simple. The recording officer held the recording sound box and his voice was so panicked that it became a thin sheet:
"Boss! Boss! The relevant records of the Holy Promotion Plan have been lost!"
"Pay attention to the title."
Check it and correct it. One look at it and you will know that the record of the Holy Ascension Plan is not lost, but has never been generated from beginning to end.
"When the conference is over, go ask the angels and make a new record. Or you can ask Tolin. It is responsible for this plan in the Returned Star Council." He replied casually. This little incident should have ended there, but the Recorder did not go away. There is also new content on the face:
"Sorry. Boss Speaker. I've already looked for them."
"Have you looked for it?"
"The angels told me the ins and outs of their plan again. Torin sent me a signal containing the content. But I still couldn't record it." The record officer nodded seriously:
"Not only can't I record it, I don't remember anything related to it either. It's possible that some kind of law is at work."
"Can you tell which law it is?"
A recorder who knows a lot about the law through inquiry - a recorder who should know a lot about the law. The moment he asked the question, he once again got the answer from the other person's face:
cannot.
It made him think.
He also noticed that the conversation was heard by nearby volunteers. But no living being wanted to remind them. There are two words written on their faces:
cannot.
"I understand."
Yi Cha had almost thought it through and said to the waiting record officer: "Then just skip the recording part of the Holy Promotion Plan first. If you encounter a similar situation again, just skip it."
The manager of the terminal office obviously relaxed and his voice became thicker: "Okay, Boss Speaker. I will do as you say." He hurriedly withdrew.
To check and transfer back. Next is——
The next group of volunteers is already eager to try. The djinn sat up from beneath the floor. Squeezing everyone against the nearest wall, they suddenly found themselves rudely shrinking - Nubi Soso turned into a small, crystal clear figure and landed in the center. After Lasnuolo's departure, he again took over the crank-tuning group.
"Tongue coating" Nubi Soso and seven or eight claw-shaped structures brought the latest demonstration:
They took out a huge rock crystal, a sack of puppies without ears, and a bucket of mercury blue, and within half a minute turned them into a pile of "dust" composed of tiny curved things that were almost invisible to the naked eye. ".
Then the claw-shaped structures form a flat weight loss wall to finely screen the "dust".
The powder coming out of the other end of the structure's sieve formed three potted plants with crabs, half a cat's head, and a Vidan worm. The Vidanbug screamed, ate the cat's head, and was then pinched to death by a potted plant. It bursts out a large amount of corrosive sap, causing the potted plant to quickly wither into a pile of mud.
But with so many pairs of eyes watching, this time is more than enough. More than seven volunteers simultaneously reported the same observation: the offset on the three things cranked had indeed been successfully corrected.
The volunteers erupted in admiration. The applause was warm. Guys with well-developed lacrimal ducts shed tears of emotion through their eyes, nose, and gums. After all, this is the first demonstration today that truly fully implements offset correction.
After being happy for a while, everyone thought of questioning: the lifespan of the thing after the crank adjustment is terribly short, and the difference from the thing before the adjustment is slightly bigger.
However, minor doubts like this were quickly resolved. Nubi Soso sang a soothing heart song to give a perfect explanation and assurance.
Two more groups passed - Yi Cha keenly felt that the progress of these two groups would also be skipped by the record officer, but he had no intention of taking any measures.
A stooped apprentice mage appeared.
What he brings to everyone is the progress of the Cosmological Constant Project.
"There is no progress." The Mathematical Olympiad apprentice bowed to the air, his voice cold and ruthless, "Before the cosmological constant is calculated. We cannot provide the cosmological constant. The cosmological constant is one or nothing."
There is no doubt about it. But obviously this answer cannot convince all the brains present. Councilor Jin Yuan element flipped through the records and said: "The Cosmological Constant Project Team."
The content of what it said was completely different from last time, but the voice was still snarky, and it was obviously born that way: "Previously you provided intermediate calculation results to various solution groups. They proved to be very effective. I have never heard of any 'one or None'. What's going on?"
The Mathematical Olympiad apprentice wanted to speak, but the gold element interrupted him arrogantly: "I want to hear a Metz mathematician answer this question."
"Yimez doesn't have time to answer this question. He is immersed in the calculation wholeheartedly. The full recruitment of the undead also has a certain negative impact on him, and he needs to be alone to eliminate irrelevant variables."
The Mathematical Olympiad apprentice remained calm, "I will answer all questions about the cosmological constant. Master Metz will guarantee the accuracy of my answers." He pressed down his hands, and Metz's calculation table appeared around him, and he took He picked up a piece of paper on the table and showed it to everyone: "This is the process of proving that my answer has the same validity as his."
Jin Yuan reached over and grabbed the paper, scanned it and threw it aside. Yicha flicked his fingers and let the contents of the note shine above the hall.
It is indeed a clear and absolutely unmissable proof.
"When the cosmological constant is calculated, any creature in the universe will know what it is. But before that, no creature knows. This is 'one or nothing'." After the doubts subsided, the Mathematical Olympiad apprentice said .
