bioinnovel Chapter 118's question is too conservative!
Chapter 118's question is too conservative!
Jiangzhou University, lecture hall.
A suffocating sense of anxiety filled the air, with only the scratching sound of pens frantically scraping across the exam paper, like a group of silkworms munching on mulberry leaves.
Today is the final exam for "Principles of Machinery".
The proctor was none other than Professor Yan Zhenghua, Jiangda University's infamous "failing-killer".
The old man was dressed in a Zhongshan suit today. He moved a chair to sit on the podium, holding a thermos in his hand, and his eyes swept around the audience like a searchlight.
Under his watchful eye, let alone cheating, even scratching an itch would require careful consideration of whether it would be considered "passing a secret code."
Li Wenbo sat in the middle of the third row, in the "top student seat," with a fine layer of sweat on his forehead.
difficult.
too difficult.
The questions this time were absolutely insane, especially the last two big ones, which involved mixed calculations of nonlinear transmission and fluid mechanics, and were not at all from the textbook.
But he likes this kind of challenge.
Only in this way can the gap be widened, and only in this way can the true colors of that gigolo who is supported by a woman be exposed.
Li Wenbo took a moment to look up and glanced at the corner to his left and behind.
Zhang Yan was sitting there.
To Li Wenbo's surprise, Zhang Yan did not scratch his head or stare blankly at the test print.
Is this guy... spinning a pen?
Zhang Yan rested his chin on one hand, while his other hand twirled the cheap water-based pen with incredible smoothness. The pen tip danced between his fingers so fast that only a blur could be seen.
The exam paper in front of him seemed to have been turned to the last page.
"Stop pretending."
Li Wenbo sneered inwardly.
The exam has only been going on for twenty minutes; even a god couldn't finish it in that time. The only explanation is—this guy gave up.
That makes sense. It's no wonder that someone who skips classes all day and spends all their time trying to please rich women would be able to understand such complex mechanical blueprints.
A sense of superiority welled up in Li Wenbo's heart. He took a deep breath and refocused his attention on the calculation problem in front of him.
He wanted to get a perfect score and crush this gigolo in front of the entire department.
However, just as he wrote down a formula...
"Sizzle—"
The sound of the chair scraping against the floor was particularly jarring in the quiet classroom.
Everyone looked up at the same time.
Zhang Yan, who was in the corner, stood up. He didn't take his schoolbag, but just held the test paper in his hand. He looked like he hadn't woken up yet, and slowly walked down the aisle to the podium.
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
"Holy crap? They're handing in the paper already?"
"Only twenty minutes have passed! I haven't even finished the multiple-choice questions yet!"
"They definitely won't do it; they've probably given up entirely."
Whispers arose.
Li Wenbo couldn't suppress the smile on his face.
He really is a useless person. He can't even pretend for a full ninety minutes?
On the podium, Yan Zhenghua frowned.
He put down his thermos and looked at Zhang Yan, who had walked up to him, his expression somewhat unpleasant.
Although he admired Zhang Yan's talent in practical work and even wanted to recruit him into the national-level project team, academic research requires rigor and attitude.
Even a genius couldn't finish such a theoretical exam in twenty minutes, unless they just wrote random answers.
"Zhang Yan, have you thought this through?"
Yan Zhenghua tapped the table and said in a low voice, "This exam accounts for 60% of the total grade. If you fail, I can't guarantee your safety."
"I've thought it through."
Zhang Yan yawned and casually placed the exam paper on the lectern. "Professor Yan, these questions... are a bit too conservative."
keep?
Yan Zhenghua almost laughed out of anger.
He stayed up all night to create this set of test papers, and to prevent the students from memorizing them by rote, he specially added two questions of postgraduate entrance exam difficulty.
This kid actually called it conservative?
"Fine, since you're so confident."
Yan Zhenghua didn't waste any words, picked up the red pen, and said, "Then you can leave now. Don't disturb the other people taking the exam."
Zhang Yan nodded, put his hands in his pockets, turned and left, looking as dashing as a leader who had come to inspect the work.
As Li Wenbo passed by, he deliberately moved his test paper to the side, as if afraid Zhang Yan would copy it, and muttered sarcastically in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"Giving up already?"
"That's true. If you live off a woman too much, your brain will definitely deteriorate."
Zhang Yan paused in his steps.
He glanced down at the difficult question on Li Wenbo's exam paper and chuckled softly.
"The Euler formula in the third step was substituted incorrectly; the friction coefficient was not taken into account."
"According to your algorithm, the machine will overheat and explode after running for three minutes."
After saying that, Zhang Yan ignored Li Wenbo's momentarily frozen expression, pushed open the classroom door, and strode away.
Li Wenbo was stunned.
He hurriedly looked down to check his calculations.
A minute later, his face turned deathly pale.
Seriously... I forgot to calculate the coefficient of friction!
How is that possible?
He only glanced at it!
……
On the podium.
Yan Zhenghua originally went to grade Zhang Yan's exam paper with a feeling of "disappointment and frustration".
He had even already planned how to call Nie Qingcheng later and complain about this kid.
However, when his gaze fell on the first problem, the red pen in his hand suddenly stopped.
The handwriting is messy, even a bit wild.
But the solution approach...
"this……"
Yan Zhenghua pushed up his reading glasses, his eyes widening even more.
The standard answer to this question requires seven steps of derivation.
But Zhang Yan only wrote three steps.
He skipped the tedious verification process and used an extremely tricky yet logical algorithm to get straight to the heart of the matter.
The most outrageous one was the last, most challenging question.
Yen Cheng-hua's original standard answer was based on traditional hydraulic theory.
However, next to Zhang Yan's answer, he drew a simple structural diagram and added a line of small text:
[If the hydraulic transmission is replaced with magnetohydrodynamic coupling, the efficiency can be increased by 15%, and thermal decay can be eliminated. Appendix: The improved formula is as follows…]
Yan Zhenghua's hands began to tremble.
He quickly worked out the formula on the draft paper.
Five minutes later.
The old professor slapped his thigh suddenly, causing the goji berry water in his thermos to spill out.
"Brilliant!"
"This isn't student doing exercises; it's clearly teaching me how to create questions!"
Yan Zhenghua was so excited that his face was flushed, and he looked at the exam paper as if it were a rare treasure.
All correct!
Not only are they all correct, but the solution to each question is better than the standard answer!
What's going on in this kid's head?
Is that a human brain?
That must be a quantum computer!
The students below were startled by the exclamation "Wow!" and looked up at Professor Yan, who seemed somewhat out of sorts.
Li Wenbo felt a chill run down his spine.
It’s over.
This time, the first place will probably change hands again.
……
Stepping out of the teaching building, Zhang Yan took a deep breath of the fresh air.
For him, such a trivial exam was simply a waste of his life.
Instead of wasting time, we should focus on figuring out how to equip "Cheng Ying" with a thruster.
He had just reached the school gate when a black sedan silently slid up to him.
It wasn't that flashy red Ferrari.
Instead, it was a Bentley Mulsanne that looked composed and dignified.
But this car only looks unassuming; in reality, its price could buy two Ferraris.
The car window slowly rolled down.
Nie Qingcheng sat in the back seat, reading a document in her hand.
She didn't wear much makeup today, just a light-colored lip gloss, her hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and she was wearing a black turtleneck cashmere sweater, which made her look exceptionally lazy and elegant.
Upon seeing Zhang Yan, she casually tossed aside a contract worth hundreds of millions of yuan, a smile playing on her lips.
"Finished the exam?"
"Okay, I'll hand in my paper early."
Zhang Yan opened the car door and got in. The car was heated and had a faint scent of sandalwood, which was Nie Qingcheng's personal fragrance.
"What? Is it too hard and you can't do it?"
Nie Qingcheng raised an eyebrow and handed him a bottle of Evian water with the cap unscrewed.
"It's too easy, my hand is sore from typing."
Zhang Yan took a sip of water and leaned back comfortably in the leather seat. "I even suspect that Old Man Yan might have given me the wrong test paper and a junior high school physics problem instead."
The driver in front, Old Chen, trembled slightly.
That's Professor Yan!
National-level expert!
Only her own son-in-law would dare to be so arrogant.
Nie Qingcheng didn't think he was bragging at all. Instead, she affectionately straightened his slightly disheveled collar.
"Okay, now that the exam is over, come with me somewhere."
She patted the seat in front of her: "Old Chen, go to that place."
"Yes, Miss."
The Bentley started smoothly and merged into the traffic.
"Where to?"
Zhang Yan was somewhat curious.
"I'll take you to a nice place."
Nie Qingcheng smiled mysteriously, a hint of cunning flashing in her peach blossom eyes, "I saw the napkin you drew on at the restaurant yesterday."
Zhang Yan was taken aback.
That was his sketch of "Cheng Ying". He left in a hurry and it seems he really forgot it on the table.
"If you want to build something big, you can't rely on the crappy equipment in the school's lab."
Nie Qingcheng took out a box of cut fruit from the car refrigerator next to her, picked up a piece of cantaloupe, and offered it to Zhang Yan's mouth.
"If we're going to do it, let's do it the best."
"The things my man uses must be top-of-the-line."
Zhang Yan took a bite of the cantaloupe; it was sweet.
This gigolo is getting more and more delicious.
Half an hour later.
The car drove into an industrial park on the northern outskirts of Jinghai City.
This place is usually deserted, but this Bentley passed through three strict security gates without any hindrance and stopped in front of a huge silver-gray warehouse.
The warehouse doors slowly rose.
When Zhang Yan saw what was inside, even he couldn't help but hold his breath for a second.
This is not a warehouse.
Is this some kind of armory?
The space, spanning several thousand square meters, is neatly filled with all kinds of top-of-the-line industrial equipment.
Five-axis CNC machine tool, vacuum melting furnace, 3D metal printing machine... and even a small wind tunnel laboratory!
In the very center of the warehouse, there was a pile of materials that looked extremely expensive.
Aerospace-grade titanium alloy sheet, T1000 carbon fiber cloth, high-temperature resistant ceramic composite sheet...
The most outrageous thing is that in the corner, there is a turbofan engine that is still unopened and has a cold metallic luster.
Even though it's a civilian version, it's still something that can send airplanes into the sky!
"How is it?"
Nie Qingcheng walked to the pile of materials in her high heels and casually patted the priceless turbofan engine, as if she were patting a watermelon.
"This was expedited and shipped back from abroad. Although it's not as good as military-grade equipment, it's still usable."
She turned around, looked at the dumbfounded Zhang Yan, and opened her arms like a queen showing her treasures to a king.
Everything here, including this warehouse, is now yours.
"Build whatever 'land-based flying machine' you want."
"It doesn't matter if it's blown up, this area within a five-kilometer radius is all my land, no one will dare to call the police."
Zhang Yan looked at her.
At this moment, this woman seemed to radiate a holy light called "money power".
This is not about living off a woman.
This is practically like chewing up mountains of gold and silver and feeding them to your mouth!
【Ding! 】
[Top-tier manufacturing environment and materials detected.]
[Task progress accelerated! Current success rate increased to 99%.]
[Please begin your performance, host.]
The system in my mind also popped up to make its presence known at the right time.
Zhang Yan took a deep breath, took off his coat, and casually tossed it onto the multi-million dollar engine.
He walked up to Nie Qingcheng, wrapped his arms around her waist, and lowered his head to kiss her lips hard.
"Wife."
"Hmm?" Nie Qingcheng's legs went weak at his sudden domineering attitude.
"Don't let anyone bother me for the next three days."
Zhang Yan released her, turned and walked towards the CNC machine tool, his eyes instantly becoming fervent and focused—the eyes of a top craftsman.
"I'm going to unleash a powerful attack."
"Let the world see what real... speed and passion are."
Nie Qingcheng watched his retreating figure, touched her slightly burning lips, and a charming smile curved her lips.
"Old Chen."
"exist."
"Close the door and stand guard outside."
Nie Qingcheng found a chair, sat down, crossed her legs, and kept her gaze fixed on the busy figure.
"For the next three days, anyone who dares to come near here will have their legs broken."