As the last endpoint of this wisdom transmission belt, Xiangxiang felt a bit overwhelmed.
The first thing transmitted was a picture, something similar to a spelling chart.
Xiangxiang glanced through it and found it was a very simple language.
With her unparalleled intelligence, Xiangxiang believed she had already understood and initially mastered this language.
But soon, a few formulas came through.
This time, although Xiangxiang looked at them twice, she thought they were manageable.
Strange formulas and calculation methods, but... not difficult to understand.
Just as Xiangxiang was waiting expectantly and curiously for more information from Zhang Ze, the input speed from Fuji suddenly increased.
Over twenty tentacles left afterimages, and those JPGs from Zhang Ze were pouring into Xiangxiang's terminal like diarrhea.
Xiangxiang, "(๑•̌.•̑๑)ˀ̣ˀ̣"
'What on earth is all this?'
At first, she tried to understand, but soon Xiangxiang decided to give up.
