As night deepens, the chirping of insects rises and falls in the darkness, a cacophony of competition and vitality!

As Howard was about to go back to his room to rest, he passed by Mingzhao's tightly closed door and vaguely heard sounds coming from inside, similar to the rhythmic clanging of metal.

He stopped, listened for a moment, and shook his head helplessly.

He secretly thought that the bicycle he was about to buy might end up like that radio.

He walked away quietly, without disturbing anyone.

Inside Mingzhao's room.

Mingzhao sat at his desk, with sheets of blueprints spread out in front of him, covered with various lines and symbols. The mechanical support beside him was being adjusted by Mingzhao from time to time.

The next morning, while the family compound was still shrouded in a thin morning mist, Mingzhao, carrying her bulging canvas tool bag with slightly worn edges, got into the car sent by the research institute.

The toolbox was heavy, containing only a few simple, commonly used tools.

More importantly, she painstakingly pieced together a few miniature sensor modules and a basic signal processor last night using parts she salvaged from Howard's pitiful radio, along with scrap materials she scoured every nook and cranny of the junkyard.

They lay quietly at the bottom of the bag, their metal shells gleaming with a cold, hard luster in the dim light.

Her fingers unconsciously rubbed the rough surface of the toolbox, the familiar touch on her fingertips like a silent confirmation.

The gray street scene flashing past the window, with its low brick houses and pedestrians hurrying by on bicycles, created a picture completely different from the dazzling interstellar city in Mingzhao's memory.

She made up her mind in her heart!

She hopes that one day this planet can be incorporated into the Alliance's territory, so that when she returns to the Alliance and looks back on all of this, she might be able to come back for a visit.

The jeep drove through the somewhat solemn gate of the research institute.

The driver parked the car in front of the laboratory building with practiced ease.

Mingzhao pushed open the car door, picked up her bag and got out. She walked steadily toward the door that she had thought yesterday was extremely irrational in its wiring layout and caused serious energy waste.

As soon as the door was pushed open, a mixture of fresh, unique, and slightly metallic dust wafted out.

Mingzhao stopped in his tracks.

Everything before my eyes was almost exactly as she had requested.

The old, exposed, and messy wiring has disappeared without a trace, replaced by neat and uniform new wiring that is embedded in the wall and in special insulated cable trays, radiating a brand-new rubber sheen.

The key areas of the walls and lab benches are covered with a uniform gray insulating coating that has a matte finish after drying.

In light of her unique characteristics, the safety and redundancy of the equipment interfaces were also modified and reinforced according to her requirements.

Even the windows were replaced with new ones, giving the entire space a fresh new look and an unprecedented sense of order and professionalism.

This was much faster than she had expected.

So here's the question: if it's the same day, why was the venue shown to her at the beginning so terrible?

Such scenarios have occurred before in the league, where some people use their privileges to target others out of unfounded and ridiculous motives.

I never imagined I would have another experience on this strange planet.

Mingzhao is very experienced; in the field of scientific research, experimental results are the most effective way to prove someone wrong.

She is very confident in herself in this regard.

"How was it, Comrade Mingzhao?" A voice filled with obvious pride rang out from behind.

Mingzhao turned around and saw Dean Zhang Mingyuan standing at the door, his face glowing, holding his enamel mug with the award in his hand.

Behind him were several people in blue overalls, their faces showing signs of staying up all night, but their eyes were exceptionally bright.

"Look!" Zhang Mingyuan strode in, his fingers forcefully tracing the brand-new lines and coatings.

It was applied very thickly, leaving not a single mark.

He tapped his fingers on the table a few times, making a "tap-tap" sound.

"The request you made yesterday, our colleagues at the institute didn't hesitate and worked through the night without a second thought! Old Li and the others..."

He pointed to an old master craftsman behind him with gray hair but a straight back.

"I worked through the night with these apprentices! The insulation coating you requested was applied layer by layer according to your standards! The wiring was all redone according to your requirements! And those excuses—what needed replacing was replaced, what needed changing was changed! This time, there was no compromise!"

Mingzhao remained calm as she bowed to the workers in gratitude. Deep down, however, she knew perfectly well that this time the favor wasn't compromised, which meant that last time…

The man named, Mr. Li, wore a simple yet proud smile, rubbing his rough, calloused hands together, and looked at Mingzhao with gentle eyes, showing respect for researchers.

"Comrade Mingzhao, rest assured, as long as it's for the sake of our country's scientific research, we workers will do anything to achieve results as soon as possible, even if it means working through the night or working in shifts for three days and three nights! Just tell us what materials you need or what modifications you require, and we guarantee to get them for you as soon as possible!"

Zhang Mingyuan patted Master Li's shoulder heavily, making the tea in the enamel mug slosh around. He turned to Mingzhao, his eyes burning with trust and expectation.

"Comrade Mingzhao, do you see this? This is the attitude of our institute! This is the strength of our workers! As long as you do your research well and produce real results, no difficulty is a problem! The organization fully supports you!"

The laboratory was quiet, and everyone's eyes were fixed expectantly on Mingzhao, waiting for her to make her statement.

Sunlight streamed through the newly installed windowpanes, falling on the fresh insulating coating and reflecting a soft, warm glow.

Mingzhao glanced around the renovated laboratory, his face still expressionless, as if the bustling, dedicated scene before him hadn't moved him in the slightest.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines at Mingzhao's reaction: This Comrade Mingzhao... seems a bit arrogant...

Mingzhao nodded, the gesture small, yet enough to be noticed.

She said, "The efficiency is acceptable, the circuit layout basically meets the requirements, the insulation coating thickness meets the standard, and interface redundancy has been eliminated."

Zhang Mingyuan's smile widened, and he was about to say a few more words of encouragement when Mingzhao's next sentence followed without any pause.

"The basic environment is up to standard, so now I can officially begin my airship research project."

"Fly... airship?" Zhang Mingyuan's smile froze, as if a pause button had been pressed.

He repeated the word unconsciously, his voice noticeably off-key.

The expressions on the faces of the workers behind him also froze, their eyes filled with confusion and doubt.

“That’s right.” Mingzhao nodded again to confirm.

She put down the heavy tool bag in her hand with a quick and decisive movement, then bent down and unzipped the side zipper.