The algorithm is complete!

The next day.

Early in the morning.

Zhang Ye stretched and got up from bed.

This was officially his first day at the research institute. As he had gone to bed soon after arriving yesterday, he woke up very early today after getting a good night's rest. Out of habit, he turned to the window and opened it. Then he sang out the window a familiar tune: "Tears Behind Prison Bars."

In the opposite building, Chi Xue sat up from under the covers.

Fellow Zhou, who was living in the same dormitory block, was also woken up in surprise.

Many researchers, professors, and doctors were similarly awoken by this singing voice at 5:40 AM.

Iron gates?

Iron bars?

Iron manacles?

Where the heck are there any iron manacles at this place!

"Who's that causing a commotion so early in the morning?"

"It must be Professor Zhang."

"Uh, can someone go tell him to tone down? Does he know what time it is?"

"Why don't you go?"