Legend of the Cyber Heroes
Chapter 441 - 85

Chapter 441: Chapter 85

This woman, named Ingrid Granat, doesn’t usually work at this place. It’s just that today they seemed to have a routine interdisciplinary project meeting, so she was in this lounge.

Xinyu found this woman quite okay. At least her Chinese was very fluent. In this place, even Xiang Shan would deliberately use English when facing her — to avoid "unnecessary misunderstandings," supposedly based on a form of diplomatically illogical reasoning that she could not comprehend.

But this woman used everyone’s mother tongue when speaking to them.

That really made people like her.

Xinyu glanced at Xiang Shan and the bearded man still in discussion, and twitched her lips: "Weird taste... What do they like? Death metal or some ultra-niche stuff? Or something that makes listeners want to commit suicide?"

"None of those, white noise."

"White noise... Isn’t white noise quite normal?" Xinyu paused slightly. She actually quite liked white noise herself.

— Yet, unexpectedly, that annoying guy even had such a normal interest...

Ingrid countered, "What do you understand ’white noise’ to mean?"

"Rain sounds? Or ocean waves? Cicada chirps? Bird songs?" Xinyu said uncertainly, "Generally, that’s what it means in Chinese, right?"

"Hmm," Ingrid nodded, pointing there: "But those two techies chose its original meaning."

"Ah?"

"The ’white’ in ’white noise’ indicates that the power of the frequency components of a sound is uniform across the entire audible range. This property is similar to the spectrum of ’white light,’ hence it is called white noise. Any sound wave with a nearly flat power spectrum can be called white noise. It’s not just rain sounds."

At this point, Ingrid showed an expression of "I don’t know how to explain further": "In fact, in their free time, they are researching... ah, the thermal noise of a certain material at a certain temperature, or the noise of a particular part at a certain speed. Sometimes it is purely synthesized."

Xinyu was stunned: "Ah?"

"Hard to grasp, right? Their hobby is not at all describable as water sounds or rainfall sounds," Ingrid gestured, "They will never consider discussing the topic of ’why this type of noise is particularly comforting to me’ from a biological perspective."

"That’s really... hardcore..."

"Isn’t it? If they could get the funding approved, they would even start a project group to research ’why I like this kind of white noise’ themselves."

"Ah... that is really... hardcore..."

"At first I thought they might be talking about the more normal type of white noise. I tried to join the conversation. But I just couldn’t understand such hardcore wailing. Also, another regular rock fan on the spot began to doubt life itself — ’Is your music appreciation broken?’ He really said that."

"Really... a hardcore person."

Xinyu didn’t know what to make of it.

This so-called prodigal son named Xiang Shan was truly an enigma.

Well, in Xinyu’s brief seventeen years of life, she hadn’t really figured out many people.

But this oddity of "Director Xiang" was truly beyond imagination.

He even went as far as to escape from an old scholar telling her about high school culture lessons — my goodness, did she need that?

He claimed to be a scientist and even seemed to actually be doing scientific work.

But it was preposterous.

Just outrageous, you understand. "Zhu Rong," as a professional in stealing scientific data, still had a decent understanding of academic affairs. Scientists also needed time to grow. This guy led such a large research institution and had so many interdisciplinary projects under him, and yet he was so young.

It definitely wasn’t through normal promotion.

He must have taken some kind of shortcut.

"Shortcut" is mostly something unsightly.

But this Xiang Shan was truly working like a scientist.

Xinyu spent most of her time with Xiang Shan because he was her Monitor, so she could not leave the room where Xiang Shan was without female staff accompanying her to the bathroom — of course, likewise, when Xiang Shan and she were alone in places like the office, they absolutely could not close the doors or windows.

Precisely because they were together most of the time, Xinyu knew that Xiang Shan was really working!

Even the routine meetings of the interdisciplinary project were led by him. Although Xiang Shan rarely spoke about knowledge outside of his professional field, his points were always on the mark.

He was indeed very competent.

Why was this prodigal son so competent?

And it wasn’t just that.

This guy had a regular lifestyle and a healthy diet, and was very disciplined in most situations.

He even exercised daily.

Yes, exercised.

The campus had a gym, and even this large research center had basic equipment like treadmills, in one corner.

After finishing work, Xiang Shan would go for a workout. Sometimes when he couldn’t stand the air conditioning, he would also go for a workout (People from the Federation seem to like having the air conditioning high).

And whenever that happened, Xinyu had to sit by with her computer, working on her own stuff.

In a place with a bit of a sweaty smell.

The guy even more than once tried convincing Xinyu to join in this exercise practice.

"Maintaining a healthy body helps you work well," Xiang Shan once said to her in a very serious tone: "Your frame is still too frail, which is why you face problems like not adapting well to the environment. Moreover, scientific research shows that exercise has a slight antidepressant effect..."

He mentioned this more than once.

It appeared he truly thought Xinyu needed some sort of "antidepressant" remedy.

At that moment, Xinyu just closed her computer and said to Xiang Shan, "Considering our age difference and the average lifespan of men and women, in fifty years, I will most likely still be alive, but you might not be."

"That’s just the average number in statistics. Individual differences still exist."

The guy responded with a cheery laugh.

As if he didn’t care at all about the malice in Xinyu’s response.

It seemed he really did enjoy exercising. Heard that he even night runs weekly and was learning to swim.

There are hardly safer places in the world than here. There wouldn’t be any criminals, and it was nearly impossible to drown under such tight surveillance.

If Mr. Xiang was really as he claimed, a scientist, would he genuinely be keen on physical exercise?

All in all, this person was very strange.