But it's not good enough.

Mingzhao thought for a moment and then immediately began to write.

She started drawing quickly on the paper. Her movements were fast, her lines were smooth, and she drew meticulously and neatly without needing a ruler.

After finishing the drawing, I wrote down the derived formulas on the side in case others didn't understand.

Standing opposite, Liu Wenjun felt as if the air itself had frozen.

It took her a long time to recover from the extreme shock. The gaze behind her glasses was no longer scrutinizing, but instead ignited with an almost fanatical thirst for knowledge and a strong sense of responsibility.

She didn't immediately inquire about the specific derivation process of those formulas, which was clearly beyond her current comprehension.

Liu Wenjun took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her turbulent emotions, and regained her composure and order as a mentor.

“Mingzhao,” her voice was slightly hoarse, yet unusually solemn, “your…thinking is very unique and bold.”

She carefully chose her words, avoiding the overly sensitive term "advanced," but "scientific research, especially applied research, requires a down-to-earth approach and an understanding of our existing foundation and the boundaries of our capabilities."

She stood up and walked to the bookshelf against the wall. The bookshelf was crammed full, mostly with heavy Russian or English books with worn spines, as well as some yellowed Chinese periodicals and internal documents.

Liu Wenjun's fingers traced across the spines of the books, eventually pulling out a few relatively "basic" books: "Fundamentals of Aerodynamics," "Introduction to Aeronautical Materials," "Introduction to Finite Element Analysis," and a thick book, "Advanced Mathematics."

She placed the heavy stack of books on the desk in front of Mingzhao with a dull thud.

“These,” Liu Wenjun said, pointing to the book and looking intently at Mingzhao, “are what you need to understand and digest next. It’s not about memorizing them, but about understanding the principles, logic, and… limitations within them.”

“Very good.” Liu Wenjun’s voice was a little dry. She looked at Mingzhao with an extremely complicated expression. “I see your line of thinking.”

She pointed to the thick books on the table. "Take these books home and read them. Next weekend, at this time, come see me with your questions and... new ideas."

She didn't say "understand," but rather "digest."

She knew that it would be futile, or even stifling, to demand that Mingzhao completely adhere to the existing knowledge system.

What she had to do was guide her to understand "boundaries," and then, within those "boundaries," unleash her timeless "intuition."

"Thank you, Professor Liu," Howard immediately replied on behalf of Mingzhao, while pulling the heavy books on the table into his arms.

Mingzhao's gaze swept over the books, then looked at Liu Wenjun, and nodded slightly as a response and thanks.