Triumph

Lu Ruoxi's new model operated on a divergent logic system, capable of countless simultaneous branching computations.

Traditional CPU serial processing was like a scholar solving problems step by step.

While GPU parallel computing resembled thousands of elementary students working on different parts of the same problem simultaneously!

This was practically tailor-made as the ultimate weapon for her new model!

"Everyone! Reconstruct the computational architecture! Switch to GPU!" Su Yang commanded calmly, his eyes blazing with intensity.

The team froze for a second before snapping into action.

Their last hope was right before them!

Channeling their final reserves of energy, they completed the deployment swiftly.

Su Yang pressed the submission button.

The brand-new "Nuwa 2.0" officially went live.

On the judges' panel, all the experts wore faint expressions of pity.

Yuanlong Technology, the dark horse, was ultimately about to bow out prematurely.

Yet, in the very next second—

Every person abruptly shot up from their seats, eyes locked onto the central display.

The curve representing Yuanlong Technology began plummeting at an almost vertical angle!

45%!

15%!

5%!

The congestion rate was dropping at an inconceivable, frenzied pace!

Under the management of "Nuwa 2.0," the entire simulated urban traffic system transformed from chaotic gridlock into silk-smooth efficiency!

The judges lost their composure.

The teams from Stellar and Shield were utterly dumbstruck.

Their prideful models, when faced with "Nuwa 2.0," seemed like primitive stone axes meeting a lightsaber.

The bell marking the end of the competition rang.

The outcome left no room for doubt.

Yuanlong Technology had staged a comeback in the most overwhelming, unreasonable manner imaginable.

Champions!

When the host announced the results in an exhilarated voice, the entire venue erupted into thunderous applause for this young team from Xia Country.

At the center of the spotlight stood Lu Ruoxi and Su Yang side by side.

The girl, serene as still water; the boy, brimming with triumphant vigor.

Behind them, their team cheered wildly.

In this moment, they were the focus of the world.

————

Qin Corporation, top floor.

Li Jinchuan stared at the screen, at that coldly radiant face, at the way she exchanged a smile with the boy named Su Yang beside her.

The wineglass in his hand shattered under his crushing grip.

Blood dripped between his fingers, yet he felt nothing.

He wasn’t angry about losing the competition.

What surged within him was something deeper, more terrifying.

Loss.

He felt it—the girl he had once regarded as his inevitable possession was slipping further and further away.

She now stood at heights he couldn’t reach, radiating a brilliance he couldn’t comprehend.

This sense of losing control was like poison, corroding his rationality.

Instead of retreating, it ignited an even more obsessive, deranged desire to possess her.

"Lu Ruoxi…"

He murmured her name, the words audible only to himself.

"You belong to me."

————

The WAIC championship trophy was brought back to Xia Country by Yuanlong Technology.

News of their victory sent shockwaves through the domestic tech and capital markets.

For the first time, the name "Yuanlong Technology" ascended to the pinnacle of the global tech stage as undisputed royalty.

No longer was it just the force behind "Boundless" automobiles—it now represented the future of artificial intelligence.

The celebration banquet was held at the Jingzhou International Convention Center.

The grand hall glittered with lights, filled with luminaries.

Nearly every prominent figure in Jingzhou had received an invitation.

Media crews swarmed the entrance, cameras poised like an army.

Tonight’s stars were the PanGu Lab team.

Lu Ruoxi and Su Yang, two youths still in the ivory tower, were thrust into the limelight.

Lu Ruoxi had traded her usual white lab coat for a simple yet elegant white evening dress.

Her cool demeanor couldn’t mask her brilliance.

Su Yang, in a sharp suit, had shed some of his boyishness, now exuding confidence.

As industry titans approached to toast and congratulate them, the pair handled it with grace.

Lu Ruoxi’s quiet poise and Su Yang’s warmth created a perfect complement.

They no longer needed to hide behind anyone.

This victory was the crown they had forged with their own hands.

Midway through the banquet, two figures entered through a side door.

The man stood tall, his presence as steady as a mountain.

The woman, in an emerald-green gown, carried herself with regal elegance.

Lu Chenyuan and Mo Qingli.

Their arrival instantly commanded the room’s attention.

If Lu Ruoxi and Su Yang were the brightest stars tonight,

Then Lu Chenyuan and Mo Qingli were the deities who ruled the cosmos.

"It’s President Lu and CEO Mo!"

"They actually came together…"

"The rumors must be true—their alliance runs deep."

The hushed whispers among the guests were laced with awe and envy.

Ignoring the surrounding gazes, Lu Chenyuan walked straight to Lu Ruoxi.

"You did well," he said to his sister, his praise unmistakable in his eyes.

Those simple words meant more to her than any grand speech.

"Big Brother’s guidance made the difference," Lu Ruoxi replied softly.

She would never forget who had handed them the key to cut through the chaos at the most critical moment.

Lu Chenyuan smiled, then clapped Su Yang on the shoulder.

"Keep striving."

"Yes, President Lu!" Su Yang straightened, energized.

Mo Qingli stood beside Lu Chenyuan, observing the two young talents with a smile.

She was happy for them—and prouder still of the man at her side.

He had discovered these uncut gems and polished them into priceless treasures.

Together, Lu Chenyuan and Mo Qingli stepped onto the podium.

The room fell silent.

Everyone knew the main event was about to unfold.

"First, thank you all for joining Yuanlong Technology’s victory celebration despite your busy schedules," Lu Chenyuan’s voice resonated clearly through the speakers.

"Yuanlong’s achievements today are the result of our team’s dedication and the support of everyone here—and society at large."

He gave a slight bow.

Applause filled the hall.

"But tonight, beyond celebration, there’s one more matter I’d like to announce."

The clapping faded. The audience held its breath.

Lu Chenyuan’s gaze swept across the room before he dropped a bombshell with utter calm:

"Yuanlong Technology has decided to open-source the core framework and algorithm library of 'Nuwa 2.0'—the very model that won us the WAIC championship."

"What?!"

"Open-source? Did I hear that right?"

"Is he insane?!"

For a moment, the banquet hall erupted like a lake struck by a boulder.

Every attendee was an industry elite. They understood the value of "Nuwa 2.0" better than anyone.

It was a goldmine capable of reshaping the world—freshly uncovered.

And now, its owner was planning to release the map to this treasure to the public?

This defied all commercial logic!

The regional head of Stellar Xia's operations in the country turned ashen-faced.

The representative from the Qin family was left utterly dumbfounded, completely unable to comprehend Lu Chenyuan's maneuver.

Even some of the senior executives within Yuanlong Technologies wore expressions of shock and bewilderment.

Only Mo Qingli stood calmly by Lu Chenyuan's side, unperturbed.

Her eyes gleamed with admiration as she watched him.

She knew—this man had once again outmaneuvered everyone.

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