"Captain Jiang, what do you mean?" Howard asked in a deep voice.
Jiang Feng stood up, patted Huo Hua on the shoulder, and said with a new consideration in his tone: "Old Huo, now that she is your wife and you are her guarantor, from now on, the task of guiding her, understanding her, and trying to enter her spiritual world can only fall on you. See where the boundaries of her 'talent' are, and see if you can... find a bridge to communicate with her. This is important for her, for you, and for the country."
He put away the file bag and took one last look at Mingzhao, who was still oblivious to the conversation that would determine her fate and was diligently writing the character "机" (machine).
He said meaningfully, "Protect her. And... take good care of her. What's in her head might be more astonishing than we imagine."
After saying that, he turned and left the courtyard.
Howard stood alone by the table, Jiang Feng's words echoing in his ears—"genius syndrome," "distorted talent," "entering her mental world"...
He looked down at the two characters "airplane" that Mingzhao had just written, neatly arranged on the newspaper.
The doubts in his heart had not completely dissipated, and Jiang Feng's last words, "Take good care of her," seemed more like a reminder.
But the explanation of "genius syndrome" was like a bright light, instantly illuminating many dark corners and causing a complete change in his understanding of Mingzhao.
He was no longer simply wary of a "suspicious individual," but was facing a unique being distorted by suffering, yet harboring an astonishing treasure...
The responsibility is heavier than ever before.
He took a deep breath and sat down next to Mingzhao. Mingzhao had just finished writing the character "机" (ji), put down her pen, and looked at him with clear eyes, as if waiting for the next task.
Looking into her pure, unadulterated eyes, Howard suddenly made a bold decision.
He picked up the pencil that Mingzhao had just used and then took out a blank sheet of paper.
Then, under Mingzhao's questioning gaze, he clumsily and extremely slowly imitated the action she had drawn on the windowsill that day, and began to draw it on the paper!
What he drew wasn't words, but lines! It was the vague outline of the complex interstellar energy formula that Jiang Feng had taken away—the one from his memory!
His drawing was crooked and disproportionate, completely different from the original, like a toddler trying to imitate a master's masterpiece.
Mingzhao's gaze was instantly drawn to Howard's clumsy line-drawing movements!
A flicker of extreme confusion flashed in her clear eyes—what was he doing? Why was it drawn so…ugly? So…wrong?
But when those familiar symbols representing the flow of basic energy appeared on the paper, for the first time, an extremely obvious emotional fluctuation appeared on her usually calm face!
Her brows furrowed tightly, her eyes sharp as a scalpel, fixed on every wrong turn and distorted symbol in Howard's writing!
It was an unbearable anger and...anxiety at the sight of a priceless treasure being brutally defiled!
Howard keenly noticed her unprecedentedly strong reaction!
A jolt ran through me! Sure enough! She had an instinctive, powerful resonance with this "graphic language"!
Just as Howard was slightly taken aback by her reaction, Mingzhao seemed unable to tolerate the clumsy "doodle" any longer. She suddenly reached out and snatched the pencil from Howard's hand! The movement was incredibly fast!
Howard was startled, thinking she was about to attack or do something drastic.
But Mingzhao didn't even look at him. Instead, she was extremely focused, with an almost sacred focus, as she leaned over Howard's messy drawing paper and quickly and accurately sketched with the tip of her pencil!
Fluent! Beautiful! Full of the cold beauty of mathematics!
She's correcting it! She's covering up Howard's mistakes with the correct lines and symbols!
She even unconsciously tapped the key points where Howard had drawn the wrong lines several times with the tip of her pen, making a soft "tap-tap" sound, as if sternly marking: "Wrong! Here! Terribly wrong!"
So cute!
Howard held his breath. Turning to look at the rapidly emerging, even simpler and clearer pattern on the paper, strikingly similar to the original formula, his heart pounded!
He seemed to see a door leading to her spiritual world being quietly pushed open by this "graphic dialogue"!
Just then, Mingzhao stopped correcting his movements.
Her gaze was drawn to the open military academy textbook that Howard had just used as a pad for drawing.
On one page of the textbook, there is a three-view drawing of a certain type of fighter jet, with densely packed performance parameters and design specifications next to it.
Mingzhao's gaze, like the most precise scanner, instantly locked onto the structural design of an inconspicuous wing-body connection on the drawing.
Her brows furrowed even more tightly than when she saw Howard draw the formula incorrectly!
His eyes were filled with... incomprehension and an almost instinctive denial!
Then, to Howard's astonishment, she pointed to the wing-body connection of the fighter jet blueprint in the textbook, looked up at Howard.
With a voice still noticeably breathy from his recent learning, yet unusually clear and resolute, he uttered a startling sentence with difficulty, each word deliberate and deliberate: "If...this...is...wrong..., it...will...break!"
boom--!
It was like a thunderclap exploding in Howard's mind! The exploration and joy on his face froze instantly, turning into a blank!
He glanced sharply at the fighter jet blueprint in the textbook, then at Mingzhao, who looked serious as if he were simply stating an obvious fact. A chill instantly ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head!
What...what is she saying?
She pointed to a design drawing of a foreign main fighter jet and said... "Will it break?"
These blueprints… these are internal documents he brought from military academy! How… how dare she?! And how… could she?!
These blueprints were purchased by the country at a high price.
Howard felt as if his blood had frozen. He stared intently at Mingzhao, his throat gripped by an invisible hand, unable to utter a single word.
The enthusiasm for exploration that had just been ignited by "genius syndrome" and "graphic dialogue" was instantly shattered by immense horror and the cold reality!
Jiang Feng's warning echoed in my ears like a curse: "Protect her...watch over her...what's in her head...may be more astonishing than we imagine..."
If what Mingzhao said is true...
This is more than just amazing.
This is absolutely... deadly!
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