"They're catching on pretty quickly."
The laboratory was quite spacious, with over thirty students coming in, each carrying a computer and finding their place, yet it didn't feel overcrowded.
Wan Bocheng and others had already quickly familiarized themselves with the knowledge framework, understood the input process, and began working quietly.
Yang Zhan didn't fully grasp it, so he frowned and assisted Wan Bocheng.
Seven or eight postgraduate students were working while whispering to each other.
"They're catching on really fast, they've already started?"
"Hehe, with so many people here sharing the load, we should be getting less spit on, right?"
"When we first arrived, those few days, when we weren't proficient, we got scolded the hardest!"
Postgraduate Wang Pengpeng was laughing when he felt a shadow cast over him from behind, covering his head.
He shivered and put his hands back on the keyboard.
