Oops, Mommy Slept With A Tyrant
Chapter 62 The Exact Replication Of The First Program

Chapter 62: Chapter 62 The Exact Replication Of The First Program

As soon as the words fell, Laura began typing furiously on her keyboard at lightning speed.

Everyone watched as her fingers majestically glided across the keyboard without stopping, her back straight and her eyes pinned intently on her screen.

This was the composure of someone who knew what she was doing.

On the other hand, her opponent’s fingers moved unhurriedly across her keyboard, making sure to take her time to rest after writing a line.

Everyone watching them immediately knew which one of them would end up crawling out into the audience.

Upstairs, the sponsors burst into a mocking laughter when they saw how slow Kelsie was.

"Both the team leader and her teammates are despicable. How could they boldly claim she wrote the program when she’s so slow?"

"Whatever that program is, it must be so good that all three inspectors are so invested in it. Claiming she wrote it is boldly looking down on the geniuses in that room!"

"She looks like the type to make a whole lot of noise without putting in any work. What an arrogant woman!"

"Mr. Adler, it seems we really will be taking your money when this is over. In fact, we might as well take it now."

Jett had a blank look in his eyes as he leaned back and crossed his leg ontop the other, his eyes pinned on Kelsie.

He had placed a bet on her teammates, not her. Even though he didn’t think it through before doing so, he refused to believe that all five of them in that team really had no idea what the task was about.

Even if they didn’t, they could at least make an effort and give him something to bank on. But all of a sudden, the most hopeless person on the team whom they unanimously made their team leader made herself the main character and was about to cost him money.

However, he was quite impressed with how she stood her ground despite knowing she knew nothing about programming.

She jumped in to help a member of her team who was about to get disqualified, refusing to let the other contestants talk down to her.

He tore his eyes away from her and drew in a slow, measured breath, a deep rumble erupting from his throat as he chuckled calmly, "Don’t get ahead of yourselves now. We’ll follow procedure and wait for the inspectors to announce if she’s really bluffing."

The sponsors weren’t in a hurry. Deep within them, they knew the money was going home with them.

So they nodded in agreement and diverted to talking about other things with each other whilst waiting for the time to elapse.

Downstairs, Kelsie suddenly felt a prickly heat on the back of her neck and frowned slightly.

She took her hands off the keyboard, slung it across her seat and casually glanced behind her, her eyes quickly noticing the one-way glass above her.

After staring at the glass for five seconds, she turned her attention back to her computer and began typing away on it as lazily as she could.

She even went as far as deleting some programs and imputing it again to create the strong personae of lousiness.

Sure enough, this action of hers was enough to throw off the few people who secretly harbored the feeling she could’ve written the program.

Besides Zoe, even her teammates didn’t know what to believe anymore.

A few minutes to the end of the mini-contest, Kelsie flexed her shoulders slightly and placed her head on the desk, shielding the keyboard and her hand with her arm.

At this, Serbian Howard’s sharp eyes narrowed slightly.

Meanwhile, everyone else was taken aback by the sudden action, which made it look like she was preparing to take a nap.

Minutes later, the timer on the screen hit zero, and the inspector who kickstarted the mini-contest stepped forward, "Time’s up! Lean away from your computers, now!"

The duo promptly did as instructed and the inspectors picked up both computers and checked it one after the other.

They first inspector ran his eyes through Laura’s, a look of disappointment flashing past them when when he saw the written program.

The remaining two did the same and sighed inwardly, then glanced at Kelsie’s computer, doing nothing to hide their disdain. fre/ew.ebnovel.c om

If Laura had performed so poorly, what was the use of checking hers?

They were here the whole time and watched as she idled around.

She even dared to nap in the middle of the contest!

But because everyone had their eyes on them, they didn’t want to toss the computer aside, lest she and her teammates claim they were being unfair.

With that thought in mind, one of them stepped forward to quickly run his eyes through it before flinging it aside.

However...

"What the...!" A shrill gasp escaped his lips the very second he laid his eyes on the screen.

The second inspector knitted his brows into a small frown before snatching the computer from him. .

Refusing to believe the content of the program, he moved the screen closer to his eyes and mumbled incoherently, "This...this is the same as the program on the first computer. This is the exact same program!"

The third wasn’t so convinced by the look of surprise in their eyes.

He brought over the first laptop with the program and compared it word for word with the one Kelsie had just written, only to be left speechless by the replication which ran down to the smallest details.

Without thinking twice, he dropped one of the computers and briskly strutted to Kelsie.

He laid it down on her desk and pointed at a line on the screen, "Why did you use a while loop inside a try-catch block for that sequence? The logic flow is contradictory—those constructs don’t typically play well together."

Kelsie leaned forward to reply, "It’s not contradictory when the while loop dynamically manages asynchronous exceptions."

"If you’re parsing streams with unpredictable data, you’d know the catch ensures every byte reaches the buffer without breaking the flow."

The inspector paused and raised a serious brow, "You injected error handling into the iteration flow? That’s... unconventional."

Kelsie nodded in agreement.

"Unconventional, yes. But efficiency isn’t bound by convention. If it compiles, runs clean, and shaves off 12 milliseconds, who’s arguing?"

The inspector was caught off guard by her response before his bland face stretched into a wide smile.

The hostility in his eyes instantly disappeared and his face flushed with excitement.

"My young friend, I fear you’ve invented something very mind-blowing! With your permission, I’d love to have this program copyrighted!"

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