"Commander Huo, hello." Liu Wenjun nodded politely to Huo Hua, then turned her gaze back to Ming Zhao, a gentle yet inquisitive smile on her face. "Ming Zhao? Come in."
Her voice was gentle, yet it carried an invisible power that made people unconsciously concentrate.
The house is small, with a typical tenement building layout, one bedroom and one living room, and simple and plain furnishings.
The most eye-catching thing is a large old desk placed by the window, piled with books, manuscripts and various instrument models, with an old-fashioned hand-cranked calculator on the corner.
The air was filled with the faint smell of ink and old paper.
Liu Wenjun gestured for them to sit down on the wooden chairs against the wall.
She herself sat in the chair behind the desk, her gaze still fixed on Mingzhao, and went straight to the point:
“Mingzhao, Jiang Feng showed me the formulas you left on the drawings.” As she spoke, she took out several neatly folded sheets of paper from her desk drawer—the very same photocopies of the drawings that had been blown away by the wind and nearly fallen into the hands of spies. She pointed to one particularly complex combination of symbols that Howard and Jiang Feng considered scribbled, “This… can you tell me what you were trying to express back then?”
Howard's heart leaped into his throat. He worried that Mingzhao would remain silent as before, or say something shocking.
Mingzhao's gaze fell on the drawings in Liu Wenjun's hands, and then she looked into Liu Wenjun's eyes, which were full of wisdom, without any prejudice, and only pure thirst for knowledge. Her fingers holding the drawing book twitched slightly.
Then, to the astonishment of Howard and Jiang Feng, Mingzhao made a completely unexpected move.
She opened the brand-new grid sketchbook in her arms and turned to the first page—it wasn't blank! It was densely and neatly filled with various symbols, formulas, and structural sketches in pencil! Its complexity and precision far surpassed the fragment of the drawing in Liu Wenjun's hand!
Mingzhao pushed the sketchbook in front of Liu Wenjun, pointing to a set of formula chains that were extremely similar to those on Liu Wenjun's drawings, but with a more complete and in-depth derivation process. His voice was clear and calm, carrying a certainty beyond his years:
"Here, the energy conversion efficiency has theoretically improved to 73.2%. However, the material's stress limit is insufficient. A new crystal structure is needed..."
Her finger then pointed to an extremely complex three-dimensional sketch beside her, resembling a miniature nebula:
"This is achievable. But... your tools aren't precise enough."
The entire room fell into a deathly silence instantly.
Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the dust particles dancing in the air. Professor Liu Wenjun's hand, holding the blueprints, trembled slightly.
Behind her glasses, her eyes were fixed on the exquisite and far-fetched deductions and designs in the sketchbook, her pupils contracting sharply with extreme shock and ecstasy!
For the first time, a clear crack appeared on Jiang Feng's usually cold face, a look of astonishment at the shock to his worldview.
Howard sat in his chair, looking at Mingzhao beside him, whose small face was tilted up, whose eyes were clear and open, as if he were simply stating a fact. Then he looked at the undisguised shock on the faces of the two top researchers and national security personnel opposite him...
He knew that the seed he had picked up from the sea of stars was finally going to sprout from the barren yet hopeful land of the 1970s and bloom with a light that would make the whole world take notice.
The responsibility of protecting her seems to be heavier and more... meaningful than imagined.
Liu Wenjun took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in her heart. When she looked at Mingzhao again, her gaze was like that of the most devout believer looking at divine revelation!
“Mingzhao,” her voice trembled slightly, yet was filled with an unprecedented fervor, “starting today, come to my place every weekend. We… will study together!”
She paused, her gaze sweeping over Howard, and added with the fervor and certainty of a scholar, "Commander Howard, you have brought our nation... a true national treasure!"
Howard looked at Mingzhao's eyes, which were still clear but seemed to contain endless stars, and a complex smile slowly appeared on his lips.
It was a feeling of relief, a sense of awe, and also a touch of indescribable heaviness. He reached out and gently took Mingzhao's slightly cool hand, which was resting on his knee, under the table.
Mingzhao felt the warmth and strength in his palm, turned her head slightly, and glanced at him.
Liu Wenjun pointed to a specific curved surface structure on the leading edge of the wing on the drawing: "Mingzhao, take a close look at this design. Then, ignore the data marked on it, and just write it on this piece of paper according to your current understanding of the optimal approach."
She handed Mingzhao a blank sheet of drawing paper and a sharpened pencil: "Redraw the cross-sectional structure of this hang glider. Remember, only draw the structure, don't label the specific data, just show your ideas."
This is an extremely bold test! What Liu Wenjun wants to see is not Mingzhao's ability to imitate, but her intuition and ideas that transcend existing frameworks.
At the same time, not specifying the data is also for the strictest confidentiality considerations.
She walked to the other side of the desk and took out a neatly folded sheet of paper from a locked drawer.
Mingzhao looked at the drawing that Liu Wenjun had taken out again. The edges of the drawing were worn, indicating that it had been frequently read. Liu Wenjun carefully unfolded the drawing in an empty space on the desk.
That was a hand-drawn diagram of a fighter jet wing structure!
The lines are complex and precise, marked with densely packed dimensions, material codes, and stress data.
Although it was only a partial view of the hang glider, the industrial aesthetic that embodied the sky and power, as well as the high level of technology represented by the drawings themselves, instantly captured Mingzhao's attention.
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