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Two hours.
Professor Zheng and two colleagues exchanged glances, and then buried their heads on the ground, starting to calculate.
Every second counts, there can be no delay!
Unfortunately, the ground was damp and sticky with water stains. The notebook's cover slowly got soaked, and even writing with a pen started to blur.
However, with time so pressing, the three quickly turned to the other side of the paper and continued to calculate.
Halfway through, Professor Zheng suddenly shouted:
"Abacus! Abacus!"
But there was water, mud, and weeds on the mudflat, yet no abacus.
The new leader, Zhou Yong An, smiled wryly.
Pushing and pulling, he finally got the three of them back to the tent.
These three elderly professors were covered in heavy mud and water stains from the chest down.
He wanted everyone to change their clothes, but no one paid him any mind.
