Reborn in 2005, starting with repairing mobile phones

As soon as he stepped down the last step, the crowd surged forward.

"Lin Dong! Mr. Lin! Can we take a picture together?"

"Could you explain your proposed solution to our lab?"

Do you own a company in Shenzhen? Are you hiring interns?

"Lin Dong, classmate—"

The cacophony of voices drowned him out.

Several cameras were simultaneously raised in front of him, flashes going off everywhere. Some people reached out to pull him, some pushed forward, and some shouted from behind, "Make way, let me take a picture too!"

Lin Dong was pushed back a step.

"Make way! Make way!"

Anderson's voice boomed from the crowd.

He squeezed in, grabbed Lin Dong's arm, and used his old arms and legs to forcefully clear a path.

"Don't push! He has things to do! Make way, make way—"

Cheng Chuan and Cheng Yu also squeezed in, protecting Lin Dong on either side as he walked out.

Tina followed behind, a smile playing on her lips, watching the scene as if she were witnessing a good show.

The four of them finally managed to squeeze out of the crowd and hurried towards the entrance of the exhibition hall.

People were chasing after him, calling out, "Lin Dong! Lin Dong—"

Anderson didn't turn around, pulling Lin Dong along faster and faster.

After exiting the exhibition hall, I turned into a corridor, made two more turns, and finally shook off the people behind me.

Anderson stopped and leaned against the wall, panting.

"I...I swear..." he gasped for breath. "Magic Lin, do you know what you just did?"

Lin Dong looked at him.

"We won."

"You won?" Anderson's eyes widened. "You win? You call that a win?"

He straightened up and pointed at Lin Dong.

"You took down a Stanford PhD in two minutes! In front of hundreds of people! And the media! And cameras!"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke.

"Do you know what this means? Tomorrow—no, tonight—you're going to be famous!"

Cheng Chuan stood to the side, his eyes flashing with an alarming intensity.

"Lin Dong," he said, "that LNA you mentioned earlier..."

He paused, as if unsure how to continue.

"How did you do that?"

Cheng Yu glanced at him without saying anything, but the meaning in his eyes was the same as Cheng Chuan's.

Tina stood a little behind, a smile playing on her lips, waiting for Lin Dong's reply.

Lin Dong looked at the four of them.

"Let's talk outside," he said. "This isn't the place."

Twenty minutes later.

In the hotel restaurant, at a corner booth.

Five people sat in a circle.

Anderson ordered five cups of coffee, and drank his own cup as soon as he picked it up, grimacing from the heat.

"Magic Lin,"

He put down his cup, his eyes gleaming with an alarming light. "Tell me the truth, how exactly did you manage that LNA you just did?"

Cheng Chuan and Cheng Yu stared at Lin Dong, waiting for him to speak.

Tina held her coffee but didn't drink it; her gaze fell on Lin Dong.

Lin Dong thought for a moment.

"If you've thought it through, you've done it."

Anderson paused for a moment, then slapped the table and laughed.

"Is that all the fucking thing you say?"

Cheng Chuan smiled too.

Cheng Yu's lips twitched slightly.

Tina took a sip of coffee, her eyes crinkling into a smile.

"Lin Dong," Cheng Chuan began, his voice a little steadyer than before, "your plan, really... you didn't even do the math?"

Lin Dong looked at him.

"I've calculated it," he said. "I calculated it in my mind."

Cheng Chuan was stunned.

Cheng Yu narrowed his eyes.

Tina paused for a moment while holding the coffee.

Anderson didn't understand the technical details, but he could read the expressions on these people's faces.

He smiled, leaned back in his chair, picked up the cup of coffee that was no longer very hot, and slowly took a sip.

Magic Lin.

Magic Fucking Lin.

At the same time, the news had already spread across the Stanford campus.

"Did you hear? Today at the convention center, a Chinese guy beat Mark."

"Mark? The RF one?"

"Yes. Two minutes. Just two minutes."

"Are you kidding me?"

"It's true. My roommate was there and saw it with his own eyes. That Chinese guy clicked the mouse a few times and then won."

"You clicked the mouse a few times and won?"

"Yes. Mark ran for fifteen minutes, and he clicked the mouse a few times."

"……Hold."

Similar conversations are taking place in every corner of the campus.

The media personnel carrying cameras have already sent the footage back to the editorial department.

"Big news." One of the editors looked at the screen and said to his colleague next to him, "I've already thought of the headline—'Mysterious Chinese Teenager Defeats Stanford PhD in Two Minutes.'"

"Isn't that a bit too much?"

"What's with the exaggeration? Look at these figures—0.62dB noise figure, 20.1dB gain, and 1.4mW power consumption. Do you know what that means?"

My colleague shook his head.

"The concept is," the editor said, staring at the screen, "that this person is a cut above Mark Chen."

the next morning.

When Lin Dong woke up, there were more than a dozen unread messages on his phone.

He clicked on it and saw that most of the posts were from Anderson.

First comment: Lin! You're famous!

Second tip: Go online and check it out! [Here's a website address for that tech blog]

Article 3: Hahahahahahaha

Fourth: Magic Lin!

Lin Dong got up and turned on the computer in the room.

The dial tone sounded, and after waiting for half a minute, the webpage finally loaded.

This is the homepage of a tech blog. The front page headline—

[Shocking! Stanford PhD student suffers crushing defeat! Mysterious Chinese teenager solves LNA puzzle in two minutes]

The accompanying photo shows his profile as he sits on the stage. I don't know who took it, but the angle is alright.

He slid down.

The comments section has exploded.

"Two minutes? I don't believe it."

"There's video evidence; go see for yourself."

"Which school does this person go to?"

"Shenzhen University, supposedly a prospective freshman."

What kind of university is Shenzhen University?

"I don't know, but it's definitely not an Ivy League school."

"No matter what school he goes to, if he's awesome, that's all that matters."

Sunlight streamed into Palo Alto through the window.

He suddenly remembered the question the host had asked him yesterday.

"Will you study at Stanford in the future?"

He smiled.

Whether they come or not is not important.

The important thing is—

He left behind a legend on this campus.

Lin Dong leaned back in his chair, looking at the words on the screen.

Sunlight streamed into Palo Alto through the window.

He moved his chair back, letting himself bask in the sunlight.

Today is the 9st.

Steve Jobs' speech is on the 11th. Two more days.

I only came here to join in the fun these past two days, but I didn't expect it to cause so much trouble.

On the first night, at the cocktail party, Cheng Chuan was cornered by Dave.

He stepped forward, said a few words, and resolved the situation.

At that time, he just thought this person was somewhat interesting.

The next evening, Cheng Yu. The person who looked exactly like Cheng Chuan, but whose personality was completely different.

He thought at the time: If these two people are taken away together, the radio frequency and structure will be complete.

And then it's today.

Dave challenged him, and he accepted the challenge. Two minutes, 99 points, and he pinned that clown to the ground.

Mark came out, and he took on the challenge again. Eight minutes—no, two minutes—0.62dB noise coefficient, 20.1dB gain, not even enough for a perfect score.

He recalled the look in Cheng Chuan's eyes when he rushed onto the stage.

It's frighteningly bright.

Remembering Cheng Yu standing below the stage, she nodded to him.

That nod is more effective than a hundred words.

He smiled.

That should be enough.