Huo Mu! Huo Mu!
Huo Mu stared at the computer screen, the numbers jumping in his mind like living creatures.
It's not a metaphor, it's a real jump.
When most people look at a data report, they just see rows of neat grids, red, green, and black, which makes them dizzy. But Huo Mu was different. When he looked at those numbers, he would automatically line them up in his mind, neatly, like military training. He could tell which number should stand where and which number was related to which number at a glance.
This thing sounds quite mysterious, but it is as natural as eating and drinking on Huo Mu.
It's been like this since I was little.
The aunt at the orphanage taught him to count. While other children were still counting their fingers, he could already calculate how many kilograms of rice the entire orphanage consumed in a day. The dean thought the child was amazing, so he asked someone to test him and found that he was on the autism spectrum, but in terms of mathematics, his brain was different from that of normal people.
It's just different if it's different, and Huo Mu doesn't care.
What does he care about?
