pjbooks Chapter 86 You Move First
Chapter 86 You Move First
As soon as he finished speaking, Mark moved.
His fingers landed on the keyboard, the tapping sound dense and even, like a sophisticated machine starting to run.
The parameters appeared on the screen line by line, almost without pause.
Occasionally he would stop, quickly doodle a few lines on the draft paper, and then continue typing.
Some people in the audience were whispering among themselves.
"How many years have you practiced that hand speed?"
"For Mark's level, these kinds of questions are just a warm-up."
Three minutes passed.
Lin Dong didn't move.
He just stared at the screen, as if in a daze.
Not urgent.
He mentally reviewed the question again. LNA, Low Noise Amplifier, is one of the most crucial modules in the RF front-end.
Noise figure, gain, linearity, and power consumption are four interdependent parameters, and it is almost impossible to achieve optimal performance in all of them.
But "almost impossible" is not the same as "impossible".
For people in 2005, this was indeed a difficult problem. The four indicators were interdependent, and achieving optimal performance for all of them was simply impossible within the current theoretical framework.
But for him from the future—
Lin Dong smiled to himself.
This is similar to asking an adult, "What is one plus one?"
The question now is—how long to wait.
Once Mark has shown all his skills, once the audience's expectations are at their peak, once everyone thinks the outcome is decided.
Then, a small shock began.
He closed his eyes.
Some people in the audience began to frown.
"What is he doing?"
"have no idea……"
"Could it be that they've given up?"
Cheng Chuan's fingernails dug into his palm.
Move it. Why don't you move it?
He stared at Lin Dong's retreating figure, his Adam's apple bobbing. Dave's game was the same; he didn't move for the first part, then won with a few mouse clicks at the end. But that was Dave. This is Mark.
Mark is different.
Cheng Yu glanced at him but didn't say anything.
Waiting again.
He found himself starting to understand this person's tactics.
He stays still in front, then strikes from behind. But the problem is, this is Mark.
Tina stood behind, her gaze fixed on Lin Dong.
The third time.
The first challenge was by Dave, the second was by Mark, and now it's the official competition.
It's always the same: I don't move at the beginning, but I click the mouse a few times at the end.
She suddenly felt a little excited about what would happen after he clicked the mouse this time.
Anderson squeezed into the first row.
He glanced at Mark on the stage, then at Lin Dong, then at the serious-looking Stanford students around him, and suddenly smiled.
These people don't even know what they're watching.
He had seen how Lin Dong dealt with Wu Ming, how he dealt with Gulf Capital, and how he dealt with the Rossi family.
Which of those people isn't more shrewd and more difficult to deal with than these students?
Lin Dong sat there with his eyes closed, as if he were asleep.
Anderson knew he wasn't asleep. He was waiting.
Once everyone's expectations were at their peak, once Mark had shown all his skills, once everyone thought the outcome was already decided...
Then I opened my eyes, and it was over.
Anderson raised his coffee and waved it at the table.
Magic Lin.
Seven minutes.
Lin Dong still didn't move.
People in the audience started to laugh.
"Was this person scared out of their wits?"
"Was it luck that you beat Dave just now?"
"Luck my ass! Show me how you manage to get lucky!"
"What's he doing? Meditating?"
Dave stood in the crowd, a slow smirk spreading across his face.
You must be scared.
He glanced at Mark on the stage, then at Lin Dong, and said, "You're finished."
Eight minutes.
Lin Dong made a move.
He picked up the mouse and clicked a few times on the screen.
Then release the mouse.
Continue sitting.
almost.
He silently recited a phrase to himself. Mark had probably finished most of it, and the people in the audience were starting to get impatient.
The time is right.
It's time to give them a little shock.
There was a moment of silence in the audience.
Then someone burst out laughing.
"here we go again?"
"Just a few mouse clicks and that's it?"
"This is the difficulty of a master's thesis, and he finished it with just a few clicks of the mouse?"
Dave's smile froze on his face.
He stared at the person on the stage who was leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, and a picture suddenly flashed through his mind—just now, it seemed to be the same.
Cheng Chuan stopped breathing.
Again.
He didn't know whether he should be happy or nervous. But he knew his heart was beating faster than before.
Cheng Yu narrowed his eyes.
It was definitely intentional.
Tina's lips slowly curved into a smile.
That's interesting, so very interesting.
She looked at Lin Dong, at the young man leaning back in his chair. Just how much did this man still have left?
Anderson smiled.
coming.
Mark didn't look up.
But he was a beat too slow when typing.
He heard the sounds of those mice.
He told himself to focus and ignore what the other person was doing.
But he found he couldn't do it.
Fifteen minutes.
Mark typed the last Enter key.
He didn't raise his hand immediately, but stared at the screen for three seconds to make sure that every parameter was within the specified range.
Then he raised his hand.
"It's done."
Applause erupted from the audience.
He stood up, stretched his neck, and glanced at Lin Dong.
Lin Dong was still sitting there, with his eyes closed.
The referee walked over and started running Mark's simulation.
Data appeared on the screen line by line.
"Noise figure... 0.8dB."
"Gain...18.5dB."
"Linearity... +12dBm".
"Power consumption... 2.1mW."
Someone in the audience whistled.
"Awesome."
"This metric is enough to publish a research paper."
"Mark is still Mark."
The referee nodded and turned to Mark.
Overall score: 98 points.
The applause grew louder.
Mark stood still, not moving. He turned his head and looked at Lin Dong.
Lin Dong opened his eyes.
98 points. Not bad.
He nodded to himself. Mark definitely had something; this score wasn't given to him for nothing.
But not enough.
The referee walked over and glanced at his screen.
Just one glance.
He was stunned.
Then he rubbed his eyes and looked at it again.
Then he looked up at Lin Dong, his expression completely different from before.
"you……"
He was unable to speak.
normal.
Lin Dong leaned back in his chair, watching the referee's expression, but felt nothing.
The audience fell silent.
Everyone looked at the referee, at the expression on his face, and had the same thought in their minds: What's wrong?
Cheng Chuan stopped breathing.
It's always like this.
But this time he wasn't afraid. He just stared at the referee, waiting for him to say the number.
Cheng Yu's palms began to sweat.
He stared at the referee on the stage, at the expression on his face. Could it be?
Tina's eyes lit up.
coming.
Anderson stood in the front row, a slow grin spreading across his face.
Magic Lin, I knew it.
The referee opened his mouth and finally managed to squeeze out a few words.
"Noise figure... 0.62dB."
Someone in the audience gasped.
"How many?"
"0.62? Are you kidding me?"
The referee continued reading.
"Gain...20.1dB."
"Linearity... +19dBm".
"Power consumption... 1.4mW."
After reading the last number, he looked up at Lin Dong.
His voice was a little dry.
"Overall assessment..."