Jiang Dianwen laughed and said, "Don't be offended, Mr. Liu. They were probably just too nervous and excited to see you. Come, everyone, have a seat. The study is too small, so we can discuss this in the living room."

After the professors found seats, the students who had been standing also sat down timidly.

Jiang Dianwen then waved to Chen Ke, who had been standing by the door, gesturing for him to sit down next to him, and said to the students, "This is Chen Ke, the one I told you about."

"Hello, my name is Chen Ke." Chen Ke greeted everyone standing up before sitting down on the stool next to Jiang Dianwen.

"Hello."

Hello, hello.

The students who came to discuss the matter all cast curious glances at Chen Ke. According to their teachers, this freshman at the night school was a genius, and they had never seen a genius before.

Chen Ke felt the gazes on him and gave the Nanjing University students opposite him a friendly smile.

"Alright, what are you peeking at? Hurry up and bring out your embarrassing work so the professors can give you some pointers!" Jiang Dianwen suddenly said fiercely.

The students from Nanjing University were immediately startled and quickly took out a stack of draft paper from their bags. One of them even took out a tin box with four tires underneath from a cardboard box placed at their feet.

Chen Keke's test... should be a car.

The professors all frowned as they looked at the metal box on the table. "...What is this?"

“Oh, Professor, we designed an autonomous vehicle,” said Meng Song, the group leader in charge of the knowledge competition.

"An autonomous vehicle?" The professors were clearly intrigued and stepped forward to take a look.

Not to mention the professor, even Chen Ke's eyes flashed with surprise when he heard the word "automatic".

Such a small car certainly can't be powered by gasoline, but even alkaline batteries haven't been invented yet. Did these students from Nanjing University find a way to provide electricity to the engine?

“Meng Song, tell me about this automatic car,” Jiang Dianwen said.

“Okay, Professor Jiang.” Meng Song quickly opened the draft paper, which contained data and blueprints of the automatic vehicle.

"Professors, the design inspiration for our car comes from the mainspring of a clock. Although the design principle is simple, obtaining the data on the gears is extremely difficult. Moreover, the machine tools in factories today cannot manufacture such delicate parts; they were all hand-forged by master craftsmen. And the car's central axle, the undulating roof..."

When Chen Ke heard the word "wind-up," he understood what they meant by "automatic." In short, it was like the wind-up toys of later generations.

Although this toy may seem insignificant in later generations, it is undeniable that the students at Nanjing University are incredibly creative, and given today's industrial technology, it's quite remarkable that they were able to make this car look like a real car.

The professors listened attentively, occasionally asking questions, which Meng Song answered fluently, clearly demonstrating that he had done his homework thoroughly.

Finally, Meng Song wound up the spring and placed it on the ground to demonstrate. The car was fixed in direction and was able to move seven or eight meters.

"Good, very good. Although the principle is very simple, it uses a lot of knowledge and is very creative. Professor Jiang was very modest when he said it was something that couldn't be presented in a formal setting. Your students are very good." Professor Yang praised.

Jiang Dianwen had already figured out that if he didn't have something special, he wouldn't be able to get these arrogant professors to come up here.

However, he remained very modest, saying, "Professor Yang, please don't praise them too much. Otherwise, they'll get all cocky. This work is only good for our own school; it won't stand up to scrutiny elsewhere."

"Oh dear, you're setting your expectations too high. I think it's quite good that the students came up with this idea." Professor Yang always focused on encouragement.

Professor Zeng had much higher standards. He had no interest in the wind-up car. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Chen Ke, the genius Jiang Dianwen had been praising, sitting silently. So he asked Jiang Dianwen, "Didn't you say that this student also designed a piece? What is it? Show it to us."

If it's just these little gadgets, he'll have to leave; he has a ton of things to do at the research institute.

Jiang Dianwen looked at Chen Ke and said, "Chen Ke, where are your drawings? Take them out and let me see them."

When Chen Ke took the drawing, Jiang Dianwen explained to the professors, "This is his first design. Please feel free to point out any shortcomings. Chen Ke has never done any experiments before, so the data in his work may have errors. You can't be as strict with him as you are with the students from Nanjing University."

Jiang Dianwen's implication was that although Chen Ke was a genius, he had never conducted experiments before, and if anything went wrong, he shouldn't be ridiculed like he had been ridiculed for the students from Nanjing University.

The professors rolled their eyes inwardly; the favoritism couldn't be more blatant.

Chen Ke was very grateful to Jiang Dianwen for his care, as he was afraid that the professors' harsh words would discourage him.

"I designed a grain harvester." There was only one set of design drawings, and Chen Ke would definitely show it to Jiang Dianwen first.

Jiang Dianwen took the blueprints and began to look at them.

The professors nearby had their eyes light up the moment they heard the words "grain harvester." Was that what they meant?

So they all asked curiously, "Professor Jiang, how is it?"

"Hey, take it out and watch it together. What's the point of watching it alone?"

"That's right, weren't we asked to give them some pointers?"

The professors had just said that the student's work was good, but no one offered any suggestions. Now that the professors were eager to give guidance, Jiang Dianwen ignored them, looking completely absorbed in the work.

Seeing him like this, the professors could no longer sit still, and they all stood up and came to look at Professor Jiang from behind.

As a result, when the professors went over, they were just like Professor Jiang. They were first curious, then serious, and then they became more and more excited as they looked. Professor Yang even couldn't help but take out a pen and start doing calculations on the draft paper.

"My God, this data... even lab experiments couldn't be this accurate, could they?"

"Chen Ke, did you calculate all these data yourself?" Professor Jiang's voice trembled with excitement.

"Yes."

Upon hearing Chen Ke's affirmative answer, the other professors looked incredulous. Only Professor Zeng, who was extremely strict about academic matters, frowned and said, "Chen Ke, if you really calculated it yourself, such a large amount of calculation must have required a lot of draft paper, right?"

Upon hearing this question, which sounded like suspicion, Chen Ke remained calm. "Professor Zeng, I didn't use much scratch paper, but I wrote down the calculation process. It's right below the drawing. You can take a look."

Upon hearing that there was even a calculation process involved, the group quickly took the manuscript paper from Jiang Dianwen's hands.

"Hey, slow down, what if you tear it?"

"Wait a moment."

Despite Jiang Dianwen's best efforts to protect them, he was still forced to plunder everything by the professors who were eager to know the calculation process.