The little one pounced into Mo Jingchun's arms, burying her little head in Mo Jingchun's armpit, her tiny body sobbing uncontrollably.

"Alright, alright, don't cry. Our Candy is the best."

Mo Jingchun coaxed his sister, Candy, holding her as he walked over to a row of seats and sat down as instructed, staying there for a 30-minute observation period.

Although infant vaccines are now very advanced, with few adverse reactions, due to the varying physiques of babies, a few may still experience adverse reactions.

The 30-minute observation is to ensure that if a child experiences a severe adverse reaction to the vaccine, it can be detected and treated in time to prevent serious consequences.

Such as anaphylactic shock, throat edema, or asphyxia, which are more critical conditions.

In the vaccination room, Candy kept crying, full of grievance, so Mo Jingchun had to stand up and gently rock her, slowly soothing her.

However, in the eyes of the other little babies, it was a different scene.

Everyone else is crying, should I cry too?

Should I cry? I guess so.

All of a sudden, the entire vaccination room was filled with cries, especially a little guy whose mother had just taken off his clothes, exposing his chubby baby arms, was crying so miserably.

On the contrary, the nurses in the vaccination room were very calm, as if it were no big deal.

Candy seemed to prefer listening to the cries of other little babies. Although her tiny body was still sobbing, she had stopped crying and even poked her little head out, curiously watching the little boy who was being vaccinated and seemed so miserable.

With a group of elder sisters staring at him with resentful eyes, Mo Jingchun felt awkward, as if his toes could dig through the planet beneath him.

"Alright, next baby."

Embarrassed, Mo Jingchun deliberately sat in the corner, but the little one in his arms was restless, stretching her little neck like a giraffe, wanting to watch the cute ones getting vaccinated one by one.

The short 30-minute observation felt like a torment to Mo Jingchun, akin to years passing by.

After the observation period, the nurse came over to check on Candy and then told Mo Jingchun they could leave.

"All good, theoretically, if there are no adverse reactions within 30 minutes after the vaccination, the chances of any afterwards are minimal, but if anything unusual happens, you should return to the clinic for examination and treatment."

"Oh, by the way, it's normal for the baby to be sleepy and drowsy over the next couple of days, so don't worry too much."

Mo Jingchun listened attentively to every word from the nurse, worried about missing something, as it was his first time taking his sister for a vaccination—his mom used to do it, and he had no experience.

After leaving the hospital, Candy seemed to have forgotten her embarrassment, her eyes darting to and fro, observing all the new things around her.

Passing by a small shop, Mo Jingchun noticed many plush dolls inside. He paused, thought for a moment, and then turned back to the shop entrance.

Mo Jingchun pointed at an Ultraman plush doll about the same height as his sister, Candy, and smiled as he said to the shop owner, "Madam, how much for this Ultraman?"

"You want to buy Ultraman? Are you sure it's not the pink Peppa Pig next to it?" Jiang Yufeng, in her forties and already plump, incredulously asked Mo Jingchun.

Who buys an Ultraman plush for a baby girl?

"It's the Ultraman. The Q-version Ultraman is just too adorable."

Not wanting to miss out on a sale, Jiang Yufeng didn't say more and quickly packed the plush doll, handing it to the customer.

"69 yuan, WeChat or Alipay."

"WeChat scan."

As the nurse said, after the vaccine, the little one became sleepy. Once on the bus, it wasn't long before the little girl dozed off, her small hand releasing its grip on Ultraman's leg.

Fortunately, there were not many people on the bus at this hour, so everyone had a seat.

Originally having taken a whole day off, Mo Jingchun, upon returning to the apartment building, realized that half a day off would have sufficed.

Mo Jingchun looked at Candy, who had just been laid on the bed and was still sleeping soundly, and decided not to attend class in the afternoon.

After placing the Q-version Ultraman plush beside the little one, Mo Jingchun left the bedroom, gently closing the door behind, then proceeded to wash vegetables, light the stove, and cook.

A little past two in the afternoon, the little one probably woke up hungry. After feeding her half a bowl of millet porridge and half a bottle of milk, she was full of energy again, starting to mess around in Mo Jingchun's arms while he was drawing, occasionally reaching out her annoying little hand to mimic Mo Jingchun and press a key on the laptop keyboard.

Mo Jingchun dared not make a sound, lest he attract Candy's attention, making her little hands even more restless.

While Mo Jingchun was troubled by drawing, another group was delighted and distressed the same.

In an important national research facility guarded by armed soldiers, Chen Xihe, along with other professors and students, excitedly watched the data sent back from fighter jets after the new flight algorithm was applied.

The new algorithm's performance exceeded expectations!

Especially when testing the scenario where the pilot temporarily loses consciousness due to overload and the computer takes over, the new attitude balance algorithm performed excellently, quickly readjusting the fighter jet's position to prevent it and the pilot from crashing.

When the fighter jet experiences overload at high altitudes, and the pilot faints, it's not a big deal. The original algorithm had enough time for the plane to adjust its attitude, and once back within normal acceleration limits, the pilot would quickly wake up and regain control of the fighter.

But if it happens during low-altitude flight, even if the new algorithm shortens the adjustment time by just 0.1 seconds, the outcome changes completely.

Watching the heartening data from the fighter jet, as he thought of the bald guys next door still unable to crack it, Chen Xihe felt anxious and uneasy.

"Professor, if we could obtain the algorithm's source code and principles, and then perform targeted fine-tuning, the results would definitely be better."

Chen Xihe's face stiffened. Such a simple truth, did you really need to say it? Don't we, the old-timers, know this?

"Liu, go urge them again. Honestly, with the entire supercomputer assigned to their department, it's been two days, and they still can't crack a piece of software coded by a college student. Aren't they embarrassed? I feel embarrassed for them."

"We can't go back and tell the students that our research institute can't crack it, can we?!"

In a white lab coat and wearing black-rimmed glasses, Liu Yichong nodded to Elder Chen, "Alright, Professor, I'll go urge them again."

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