A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 1045 I'm really going to build a computer in my head!

Deep within Jiang Xia's consciousness, on that vast and boundless simulated space "ground," tiny specks of light lit up one after another, like stars in the night sky.

Unlike the chaotic data flow of the past, these lights now seem to have been given a predetermined trajectory, strictly following the most basic physical logic and circuit operating principles, and are being combined and structured in an orderly manner...

Countless virtual "transistors" materialized out of thin air, and as if they had come to life, they replicated, connected, and stacked themselves...

Following closely behind, basic components such as resistors and capacitors emerged at an astonishing speed, spreading along the complex blueprint in his mind, constantly spreading, intertwining, and building, step by step outlining the prototype of a machine.

Correct!

What he was going to do was an extremely crazy attempt—to completely replicate, or even partially optimize, the hardware architecture and core algorithms of "Big Yellow Generation II" within his own consciousness simulation space, based on his understanding that was ahead of its time!

He wants to create a "virtual Big Yellow" out of thin air in this world that is purely constructed by thought, a "virtual Big Yellow" that is purer, unrestricted by physical limitations, and can infinitely squeeze out computing potential!

"Hmph! What if I do what Baoqiang said and actually build a 'Big Yellow' in the simulation space?"

This machine, built entirely from thought, has no need to worry about physical heat dissipation or component wear and tear. Its computing potential can be squeezed out infinitely, and what drives it is Jiangxia's own energy.

With the rapid advancement of virtual architecture, Jiangxia in the outside world is undergoing visible changes...

For some time, the base's food was very well taken care of, which made Jiang Xia's figure a bit rounder, with fuller cheeks and a slightly thicker body than before. Wearing a white shirt, the lines of his shoulders and chest could be vaguely seen.

But at this moment, those rounded contours are fading and thinning at an alarming rate. The white shirt is no longer stretched taut by the body, but gradually becomes loose. The lines of the shoulders are rapidly narrowing and thinning. The pectoral muscles that were originally faintly visible have completely disappeared, and the body has returned to its former slender and thin appearance, as if a gust of wind could blow it over.

Jiang Xia, however, was completely oblivious to this, deeply immersed in a state of rationality.

His entire focus was on building the virtual Big Yellow and cracking the secret code. His eyes were fixed on the code flashing on the screen, his fingers continued to fly across the keyboard, and his mind was filled with only one obsession:

Cracking the coded message and finding the location!

Energy was rapidly dissipating, but the "virtual rhubarb" in the simulated world was becoming increasingly solid, and the price of all this was the sudden sheen of sweat on Jiang Xia's body.

No, it's not so much seepage as an outflow, but rather a gushing forth...

Large beads of sweat instantly soaked through his back and front, his white shirt becoming half-transparent and clinging tightly to his thin back, outlining the clear contours of his shoulder blades, making him appear exceptionally frail.

Just as Jiang Xia's face turned frighteningly pale, his body swayed slightly, and the construction of the simulated world began to show subtle data ripples due to the energy supply approaching its limit...

"It's out! It's out! Something new has popped up again!"

Baoqiang, who had been staring intently at the output flow on the screen of the real Dahuang II, suddenly jumped up, pointed at the screen and shouted, his voice splitting with excitement.

"No nonsense! It's a list! A damn personnel list!"

This shout, like a thunderclap, exploded in the stagnant air.

Director Zheng rushed to the screen, and at the same time subconsciously reached out and patted Jiang Xia's shoulder heavily, as if to express his joy:

"Jiang Xia! Well done! Hmm?"

The sensation of his hand landing brought Director Zheng to an abrupt halt.

Hey!

It didn't feel like being patted on a fleshy shoulder; it felt more like being patted on a skeleton covered by a layer of taut skin!

Director Zheng's heart clenched, and he looked at Jiang Xia's profile in horror, only then truly noticing the other's deathly pale face.

This pat, along with the strange touch on his shoulder and Director Zheng's surprised "Hmm?", was like a key that precisely unlocked Jiang Xia's overly tense mental lock.

A crack appeared in the shield of the "rationalized" state, and external interference and the body's extreme alarms poured in at the same time.

Jiang Xia shuddered, and like a drowning person surfacing, he took a deep breath. The absolute emptiness and indifference in his eyes receded like the tide, and the faint spark of inspiration that belonged to "Jiang Xia" was painstakingly rekindled.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable feeling of weakness and hunger, as if every cell in his body had been hollowed out, overwhelmed him like a tsunami.

As soon as Jiang Xia stood up, her legs went weak, and her body slumped uncontrollably to the side.

"Oh dear! Quick, help him sit down!" Director Zheng didn't care about anything else. He grabbed Jiang Xia's almost exhausted arm and half-carried, half-helped, the suddenly light-footed young man to the chair by the window and carefully helped him sit down.

"Water! Quick, get some water!" Old Wang reacted quickly, rushing to the corner, grabbing a thermos and an enamel mug, filling it halfway with warm water, then quickly adding some cooled boiled water, testing the temperature, and handing it to Jiang Xia's lips.

Secretary Liu hurriedly found a clean towel, wanting to wipe Jiang Xia's sweat, but seemed a little at a loss.

Jiang Xia leaned back in his chair, his chest heaving violently, his breathing rapid and shallow. Cold sweat instantly soaked the back of his shirt, and his lips turned bloodless. He barely managed to raise his trembling hand to take the jar, but he couldn't even muster that much strength.

Seeing this, Old Wang simply brought the jar to Jiang Xia's lips and carefully fed him a few sips. The warm water flowed over his parched throat, slightly relieving the burning sensation.

Old Wang had been following Jiang Xia all along and was well prepared for the kid's "old habit" of working himself to the bone and then often collapsing from exhaustion.

While feeding him water, he unhesitatingly took out two chocolates wrapped in oil paper from his old satchel, which was always filled with all sorts of things. Without saying a word, he peeled off one and stuffed it directly into Jiang Xia's mouth.

While stuffing the food in, he also explained to Director Zheng that this was an old problem for Jiangxia; it would happen if he used his brain for too long.

That's not wrong, but the fact that this happened is because the kid brought it on himself.

Doesn't he realize that with his physique, building a first-generation Yellow with a few thousand transistors would be a struggle, let alone thinking about a second generation?

……

The high-calorie chocolate melted in his mouth, its sweet taste mixed with the slight bitterness of cocoa, and was quickly absorbed by his body. Jiang Xia closed his eyes, greedily sucking in this energy, feeling a slight warmth returning to his cold extremities, but the bottomless hunger still raged wildly.

"I...I'm fine, I just need to rest...and I'll be alright." Jiang Xia managed to squeeze out a few words, then reached out and took the chocolate from Lao Wang, gesturing with his eyes to the sheets of paper on the printer.

"The list... is important... go analyze it quickly... don't worry about me..."

Looking at Jiang Xia's weak appearance, Director Zheng felt both heartache and self-reproach, but he knew that time was of the essence. He suppressed his worries, nodded to Jiang Xia, turned and quickly returned to the control panel, picked up the list and began to examine it carefully.

"Why don't you go and help out too..."

Jiang Xia gestured to Lao Wang beside him with his eyes, but Lao Wang shook his head: "The list might still be useful domestically, but internationally..."

"Go now! This is the time when your first-class merit experience is needed!"

"Oh……"

While everyone's attention was temporarily drawn to the list, Jiang Xia leaned against the wall and reached into the bag behind him that was labeled as a shoulder bag, but was actually a space warehouse.

Then he pulled out his old stash and quickly stuffed it into his mouth.

Uh, don't think this kid is eating anything good: a half-eaten white steamed bun, a steamed crab with only the body left and no claws, even half a sweet potato that he didn't know where he ate, and dried radish stuffed into his mouth when he was in Northeast China...

Fortunately, this space warehouse has a unique feature—everything inside remains in a state of time standstill, preventing it from spoiling, drying out, or hardening.

That's why the half-eaten white steamed bun didn't become dry and hard to swallow, and it didn't cause the weak boy to lose half a tooth because of the dry bun.

But why is this Northeastern dried radish so nutritious?!

Jiang Xia took it in front of him and examined it closely. Well, wow, it's a ginseng baby...

Sure, sure, it must have been delivered by someone from the Chinese medicine factory. I didn't notice and just slipped it into my bag.

I'm out of danger!

Jiang Xia, being recklessly bold, was overjoyed, not because he was worried about saving his life, but because he discovered that the half-built "Big Yellow Second Generation" in the simulation space hadn't collapsed.

If you have enough energy, could you really fit a computer into your brain?

Sure enough, the bold get rich while the timid starve!

From now on, please call me Jiang, the most powerful brain, Xia!

Even Jin Zhen, the humanoid computer, and Teacher Yu can't catch up with me!