Chapter 120 Chapter 120 Professor An is not crying? ...

Everyone assumed that Tao Ying was the main speaker.

But after Tao Ying came on stage, she pushed Nan Gua to the front of the podium with a smile on her face.

It was not until she was facing the gaze of more than a hundred pairs of eyes that Nan Gua realized that everyone was waiting for her to speak.

Nan Gua looked back in horror.

"Xiaoying, isn't it you who should tell the story?"

Tao Ying pointed at her throat and said, "My throat isn't feeling well. You try first. If that doesn't work, I'll take over. Don't be afraid. We've seen it all before. Lin Biege and I are with you."

Nan Gua clutched the corner of his clothes, his hands shaking with nervousness. "But what if we fail? I don't want to embarrass the Space Ghost Team..."

"How do you know you'll fail? And even if it's embarrassing, it doesn't matter. We're all in this together."

Tao Ying leaned close to her ear and said, "It won't be more embarrassing than the previous groups. Everyone will only remember the more embarrassing one. Don't worry."

The students who were embarrassed just now: "..."

It’s too much to fight with crickets in front of you!

Nan Gua thought about it and it seemed to make sense. Besides, Xiaoying wasn't feeling well, so she definitely couldn't go.

She swallowed and said, "I'll try."

Nan Gua was forced to take the initiative and began to publish the group design.

She was nervous at first, and looked back at Tao Ying from time to time to confirm whether there was anything wrong with what she said. Under Tao Ying's affirmative eyes, she gradually found her own rhythm.

The sound was very small at first, then gradually became louder.

Finally it became smoother and smoother.

Tao Ying narrowed her eyes slightly, a hint of a smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.

Nan Gua attached great importance to this presentation. Before going on stage, he even spent a week carefully studying the design drawings, searching for possible questions, and prepared a thick book of countermeasures.

But facing the position of the main speaker, Nan Gua was always a little afraid. Tao Ying asked her if she wanted to try it, but Nan Gua subconsciously refused.

"Xiaoying will definitely do better than me."

As long as Tao Ying is there, Nan Gua will definitely refuse to be the one holding the microphone.

Someone needs to push her.

Tao Ying folded her arms and looked at her teammates with a smile on her face.

After Nan Gua finished speaking, the whole audience was silent. Only then did she realize that she had been talking for a long time.

After coming to his senses, Nan Gua returned to his fearful state. He turned back to look at Tao Ying and asked in a mosquito-like voice, "Why is everyone silent? Did I say something wrong?"

Tao Ying touched her head: "No, you said it very well."

"Are you lying to me?"

"I usually only lie to Lin Biege."

Lin Biege: “Hello.”

Several people started joking around on the podium.

Lin Biege sneered at Tao Ying: "Your physical condition has improved, right? Then I can beat you up today?" Tao Ying groaned and muttered, "It just changed from F+ to F+++. My physical condition is still F. Don't do anything rash." Then he hid behind Nan Gua with a smile.

Tao Ying rested her chin on Nan Gua's shoulder: "Teacher Bigger is so violent."

Lin Biege was furious: "It's awful, so awful. Pumpkin, open your eyes and look at her face!"

Nan Gua turned around and looked at Tao Ying's face in confusion: "No, Xiaoying is fine, her complexion has become rosy recently."

Lin Biege: "Is that what I'm talking about... You... I can't wake up someone who's pretending to be asleep!"

The three of them played and fought, and were very close.

An Tong coughed lightly.

"What are you doing? We're in class. Let's talk about singing about youth after class."

As he spoke, An Tong took out the design drawings of the Space Ghost Team and studied them carefully.

For a moment, Professor An was silent.

The only sound in the entire classroom was the rustling of her flipping through the blueprints.

Her brows sometimes relaxed and sometimes frowned, making everyone feel like they were on a roller coaster.

The classmates couldn't help but wonder, this was the first group that had kept her silent for so long. Was the design too good or too bad?

A classmate behind him whispered, "Nan Gua's post just now was so informative."

"It's too profound. I don't understand."

"I didn't understand it either. It seemed very impressive."

"It's just a trick, barely okay, but not as strong as you say."

The male student pinched the wooden beads in his hand and snorted coldly.

Amazing? Looks just average.

"What is it? If you understand, tell us about it."

The boy's roommate patted him generously and asked the students around him to come and listen. The students in the first two rows turned around.

Word spread from one person to ten, from ten to a hundred, and soon half the classroom was looking at him.

The boy didn't expect that he would be questioned why for just a casual word of dissatisfaction. His face was stiff, as if he was being roasted on the fire.

How could he understand? He just said it casually, who knows what they did.

But everyone insisted on asking, so he could only talk nonsense about "this and that" and finally draw a conclusion.

"If I really get serious, I can easily come up with designs of this level."

Everyone was stunned by what he said.

"Oh...so their designs aren't that good?"

The boy turned the beads in his hand and nodded: "Of course."

On the other side, another group of top students looked at the design drawings of the Space Ghost Girl Team with amazement on their faces.

They discussed it in low voices.

"Honestly, this design is amazing. It's simply not something a student could have made."

"Why do I feel like there's something else behind your words?"

"What if they also plagiarized Professor An Tong's graduation project? I feel like the professor is going to die on the spot today."

Everyone looked constipated and looked at Professor An Tong.

Now if we want to know what is going on with this design, we can only rely on Professor An’s comments.

…

Professor An studied the design for a long time, but in the end he still said nothing.

She put the folder down and walked to the front of the stage with a stern look.

“Who drew the blueprint?”

The students murmured in surprise, "Did they really copy the professor's graduation project?"

"When you look for references, at least look at the author."

But amidst everyone's doubts and An Tong's stare, Tao Ying raised her hand calmly.

"I'm responsible for technical design, Nan Gua is responsible for appearance design, and Lin Biege is responsible for everything else."

An Tong seemed to have many more questions, but her subsequent questions left her classmates confused.

An Tong asked: "What is your relationship with the Leimen Mecha Research Institute?"

Tao Ying smiled and said, "Cooperative relationship."

"Do you know Tao Ying and Che Xiaoli?"

"Very familiar."

An Tong looked at Tao Ying twice, nodded heavily, and then didn't say much, just handed the electronic pen in his hand to her.

"Draw me the design of the cockpit."

Tao Ying happily did as she was told.

She drew the design stroke by stroke, and An Tong kept asking questions after she put pen to paper. Tao Ying answered fluently, and sometimes even asked a few questions in return.

Tao Ying and Professor An began a heated discussion.

They didn't seem like students and teachers, but rather two top researchers passionately discussing cutting-edge technology.

Both a teacher and a friend.

An Tong's originally silent eyes became bright and lively as Tao Ying spoke fluently again and again.

Tao Ying put down the last stroke, and the pen flexibly circled around his fingertips and returned to the palm of his hand.

"Professor, your pen."

An Tong looked at Tao Ying's confident smile and was unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

After a moment's silence, she said, "You look like a former student of mine. She was just like you, with a brilliant mind and a gaze that never seemed to hesitate."

As he spoke, An Tong turned his head and faced the perfect design drawing. He was silent for a long time. When he turned around again, his eyes were slightly red and his voice was choked with sobs.

The students whispered, "Is Professor An crying?"

"Ah, that's impossible. That devilish Professor An?"

Professor An pretended not to hear it. She sighed lightly and patted Tao Ying's shoulder solemnly.

"Since you can cooperate with Laiji Institute, do your best. I am very happy to be your teacher."

Tao Ying nodded respectfully: "I am also honored to be your student."

An Tong calmed down and turned into an unkind devil professor again.

She pointed to the design on the podium.

"See? This is excellent design, a design that can be put into production. Everyone, take this as your goal and don't let your college years down, okay?"

"get out of class dismissed."

…

Professor An Tong left the classroom five minutes early.

The students were still immersed in An Tong’s “praise” of the Space Ghost Girls Team and couldn’t come back to their senses for a long time.

They had never seen Professor An praise any student like this before.

A group of people rushed forward to ask Tao Ying questions, but Tao Ying waved her hand nonchalantly and said, "Ask Nan Gua."

"Ah? Me?"

Nan Gua was nervously surrounded by the crowd and began to answer one by one, occasionally looking at Tao Ying for help.

Tao Ying made a "come on" gesture to her.

A male classmate who had just boasted, "I can do this design too," passed by Tao Ying who was packing up her design drawings and accidentally stepped on her foot.

He picked up the design, looked at it from left to right, and snorted, "Professor An is just a researcher, a university professor, someone in an ivory tower. I think her evaluation is unrealistic."

Some classmates were watching the fun and didn't mind making trouble: "What do you mean?"

"Look, the metal connecting the shoulder shaft of this mecha is made of the latest alloy. It's very expensive. You ordinary people may not know it, but my family works in this field and is extremely price-sensitive. The cost of this connecting shaft must be over 100 million. How can it be used on such a small mecha?"

"Yes, is it?"

The students didn’t quite understand this and could only scratch their heads.

The male student nodded with satisfaction. "Yes, so in my opinion, this design is still too impractical. There is no way it can be put into production. It's just something to brag about in class."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and criticized Tao Ying again:

"Professor An simply likes designs that incorporate cutting-edge technology, things befitting the title of 'scientist.' You must have researched Professor An Tong's preferences in advance, and you've done a great job catering to his tastes."

"Really? I'm not sure about that. You seem to know Professor An's preferences quite well."

Tao Ying's expression remained calm as she took back the design drawing from his hand.

The male student realized that he had let the cat out of the bag, coughed lightly, and thought that he had said almost everything, so he raised his foot to leave.

But Tao Ying held him back with a smile on her face.

"Don't go, I'm not finished yet."

Tao Ying smiled and held up the blueprint. "You're saying this mecha can't be put into production? It seems you still don't understand the mecha industry well enough."

The classmate was nervous, feeling that Tao Ying's smile had ill intentions.

He said stubbornly, "What do you want to say?"

Tao Ying grinned, "This mecha has already been put into production and is registered with the Lemen Mecha Research Institute."

The classmates were surprised: "What?!"

A mecha design drawing by a college student can actually be put into production?

Professor An Tong may only be evaluating from a technical perspective, but the mecha factory is not stupid and has to consider costs.

Not to mention the Lemen Mecha Research Institute. It was the place where several sentient mechas were designed, so its value was self-evident.

Being able to pass their tests, one's hard power should definitely not be underestimated.

Seeing that classmate's face changed again and again and the wooden beads in his hand were about to break, Tao Ying continued to tease him.

"You just said the shoulder connecting shaft is very expensive, 100 million, right? That makes sense. If you buy it individually, of course it's that price. After all, the mold making fee is very expensive. But if you order in bulk, the price is one-tenth of it."

"Your company does this, but you buy the connecting shafts individually?"

Tao Ying's tone took a questioning turn.

"That's not very reasonable."

"What do you know? This, that, and the inflated metal prices are all conspiracies of the Federation!" the classmate shouted.

Someone groaned, leaned over to Tao Ying, and whispered, "Actually, his family isn't in the mecha industry at all. He just likes to brag. He once said, 'If I get serious, I can easily kill ten Zergs with one strike.'"

"Oh, I've also heard him say something similar, 'If I work hard, I can get first place in the entire interstellar exam.'"

Thoroughly dismantled, the boy was speechless for a long time and nearly collapsed. He leaned on the table and saw Tao Ying walking out of the classroom, clutching the blueprints and chatting and laughing with his teammates.

Tao Ying seemed to notice his gaze, and when she walked to the door, she raised her hand and waved.

She winked slyly and mouthed:

"If you don't like it, practice more."

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