The old scholar glanced at the code on Grace Bennett's screen and was instantly stunned, his face showing suspicion and shock, because he realized that he actually couldn't understand the code Grace Bennett had written...

Looking again at Grace Bennett's face, not yet nineteen, so young, he found it even more unbelievable.

He stood behind Grace Bennett for a long time, and finally managed to understand a small part of the code Grace Bennett had written.

With a grave expression, he returned to his seat. After sitting down, the old scholar no longer felt like writing code. Stroking his chin, he fell into deep thought.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Grace Bennett's definition of the library was truly ingenious, and suddenly he had a feeling of enlightenment...

"Teacher, are you alright?" the short-haired girl asked.

The old scholar turned his head and glanced at Grace Bennett.

"This young man is not simple," the old man said in a low voice.

The old man sighed, "You can go and look at the code he wrote. See if it's very different from what I've taught you."

The old man's two students really did go to take a look.

They leaned over behind Grace Bennett, staring at the screen for several minutes, making Grace Bennett feel very uncomfortable. He didn't like being stared at as if he were a giant panda.

After coming back, the short-haired girl lowered her head in thought, while the bespectacled boy frowned and said, "Teacher, it doesn't seem that special."

The old man said, "If it doesn't seem special, it only means you didn't look carefully enough."

"Pay attention to his definition of the database—it's like countless rings, each one nested within another."

"And his use of programming language is refined to the extreme. If a command can be written in three lines, he never uses four. An entire page of code is all written in the most concise way possible."

"Without many years of skill and a deep understanding of programming languages, it's absolutely impossible to reach this level. With his current ability, he could be a system architect at any of the BAT companies."

The old man's students were stunned. BAT refers to Baidu, Alibaba, and Tencent—the three giants of the Chinese internet industry.

The teacher actually said he has the ability to be a system architect at the three giants?

That's pretty terrifying, isn't it? He's so young.

The old man paused, "What's even more frightening is that, although the language he's using is one we're all familiar with, to be honest, I can't even understand what he's writing."

The male student was shocked, "Even you can't understand it, teacher? How is that possible?"

The old man spread his arms helplessly, "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it either. But unfortunately, everything I said is true. I really didn't understand it—just vaguely guessed a little."

"To actually meet such a young genius on the train—this trip to Jinling was worth it after all."

The boy quickly understood what the teacher meant. As an educator and scholar, the teacher must have developed an appreciation for talent.

"Teacher, since it's such a rare encounter, should we go and introduce ourselves?" the boy asked.

"Well... I'm not sure. Wouldn't it be too abrupt to disturb him out of the blue?"

"How could it be? He must be studying computer science too. We're all in the same field—how could we be strangers?"

Chapter 013: Communication

"Hello, classmate. My name is Sergeant, and these two are my students, Samuel Thompson and Laura White. May I ask which university you're currently attending? And who is your advisor?" the silver-haired scholar asked.

Nani?

Grace Bennett tapped away at his code for a while, then turned around when he heard the voice, only to find three people standing behind him.

Sergeant?

What a unique surname. It seemed familiar, but Grace Bennett couldn't recall where he'd heard it before.

"My name is Grace Bennett, a freshman in the Computer Science Department at Donghai University..." Grace Bennett introduced himself.

Sergeant and his two students were all stunned, their eyes clearly filled with confusion.

They knew about Donghai University. There were many universities in Hudu, and Donghai University always ranked near the top—if you counted from the bottom.

As for Grace Bennett's advisor, he didn't really have one. He just had a young counselor who'd only graduated a few days ago. Sergeant had never heard of him, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't recall such a person.

"You're a student at Donghai University?"

Sergeant frowned, thinking, "How could he be from Donghai University, such an unremarkable school? Could it be that, because of a bias in subjects, even though his professional skills are strong, his college entrance exam scores weren't ideal?"

At this moment, Grace Bennett realized that Sergeant wasn't actually that old—about forty years old, in the prime of life. It's just that he had prematurely white hair; by middle age, over eighty percent of his hair was already white, so it was easy for others to mistake him for an old man.

"Here's the thing," Sergeant smiled generously and said, "I just saw the code you wrote, and it seems your definition of database weights is very different from the industry's current conventions, so I took the liberty of disturbing you."

Grace Bennett had actually noticed long ago that Sergeant had been watching him from behind for quite a while, and later his students came over too. After looking, they even discussed it among themselves.

Seeing the three of them so curious and speaking politely, Grace Bennett used the program he was currently writing as a template and briefly explained to them the principles behind advanced database weight definitions.