bioinnovel Chapter 268 caused a sensation!
Chapter 268 caused a sensation!
His back view was as disheveled as could be.
The doors to the lecture hall slammed shut.
After a full three seconds of absolute silence.
"boom!!!"
The cheers that seemed to lift the roof off the building erupted throughout the entire auditorium!
All the Chinese students stood up.
The applause, screams, and whistles mingled together, creating a deafening roar.
The second-year doctoral student was so excited that he jumped onto the chair, took off his coat, and waved it in the air.
Won!
Win beautifully!
The victory was exhilarating!
They tore the malicious pretense of those arrogant people to shreds from head to toe!
The focus of the entire audience had now shifted to the center of the lecture hall.
That handsome and refined freshman, and that terrifying black mecha.
"Dude! You're fucking awesome!"
"Junior, please accept my bow! From today onwards, you are my brother!"
"What kind of energy is this powered? What kind of composite material is used for the outer armor?"
The entire lecture hall was completely out of control.
The undergraduates and graduate students who were originally sitting in their seats, and even the department leaders and senior professors in the front row, all abandoned their reserve and surged toward the central aisle like a tide.
The crowd surrounded Zhang Yan and the "Tiger" mech in layers.
Everyone's eyes were shining.
That radiance was like a person who had been starving for three days seeing a Manchu Han Imperial Feast.
Hundreds of hands wanted to reach out and touch the cold mech, but dared not get too close, for fear that the terrifying tail whip from earlier would lash them out.
The second-year PhD student was squeezed at the front, his glasses fogged up with excitement.
"Junior Zhang Yan! How did you trigger the defense during that simulated action without wearing a brain-computer interface device? And what about its suspension system? Does it use magnetorheological fluid cushioning?" A doctoral student bombarded him with questions.
"Where's the energy source? Such a high power output would require at least a diesel-electric hybrid system, right? But I can't hear any exhaust feedback!"
Countless questions, both professional and non-professional, bombarded Zhang Yan.
Zhang Yan stood beside the mecha, his expression remaining calm.
Faced with these academic fanatics who were almost driven to madness, he showed no impatience whatsoever, and simply answered two questions that did not involve core secrets.
"External ganglion sensing, a basic self-recognition system," Zhang Yan succinctly stated.
In fact, in his eyes, the "Tiger" was merely a mass-produced urban warfare reconnaissance model at the Tianji Security Base.
Compared to the 87-ton S-class "Tyrannosaurus" in his storage space, or the "White Tiger" which has fused with the fragments of the Heart of Heaven, this thing is just a starting model.
But in the eyes of these professors and students, this is already a technological barrier that can be used to achieve a decisive victory.
"It's too perfect..."
Professor Yan, with red eyes, pushed past the people around him.
He didn't care about his leadership image; his hands trembled as he touched the cold titanium-tungsten alloy shell of the "Tiger" mech.
"This armor hardness...this transmission gap closure...good lad!" Professor Yan's hand stroked the mecha as if he were caressing a priceless treasure.
At last year's exchange meeting, they were completely belittled by a mechanical dog brought out by Japan in this lecture hall.
Over the past year, he has endured countless taunts and ridicule, and could only hold his breath and continue his scientific research.
His original intention was simply to have Zhang Yan come to lend his support and put the other side in their place.
Who would have thought that this kid would just flip the table over!
We completely crushed the opponent, both technically and personally!
"Good lad! You've really made me proud!"
Professor Yan couldn't hold back a tear from the corner of his eye. He patted Zhang Yan's shoulder with surprising force, "From today onwards, this old man will simply cancel all your classes!"
The surrounding students let out a burst of good-natured laughter and envious exclamations.
In the past, if someone skipped classes for several months and received a full refund, it would definitely have caused public outrage.
But now?
They've brought Star Destroyer-level dimensional reduction technology into the freshman classroom, what's the point of him having classes?
The professor would be more suited to listening to him!
Zhang Yan nodded and did not refuse.
"Professor Yan, I'll take this back for now." Zhang Yan patted the mecha.
"Get it in? Wait, how did you get it in here? This door is so narrow, even a trailer can't fit through." Professor Yan was taken aback.
Zhang Yan remained unfazed. "Military-grade optical camouflage testing. It was just stopped here."
After saying that, Zhang Yan raised his wrist and pressed a fake button on his tactical watch.
"bite."
Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people, the enormous black tiger was instantly enveloped in a pale blue light and vanished from its spot in just one second.
There was no trace whatsoever; not even the wood chips from the shattered chair on the ground were stirred up by the wind.
"Optical camouflage?!"
"True stealth?! Not radar stealth, it's optical stealth?!"
The lecture hall erupted in chaos again.
"Holy crap, how many more features haven't you shown yet...?" The department head clutched his heart, feeling that the nitroglycerin pills he brought today weren't enough.
Zhang Yan didn't say anything more and nodded to Professor Yan.
"I still have some data to process in the lab, I'll be going now."
Amidst the still stunned silence of the crowd, Zhang Yan calmly put his hands in his jacket pockets, walked through the parted path of the crowd, and exited the lecture hall.
No one stopped him.
The way everyone looked at him was as if they were looking at a living deity enshrined in a shrine.
……
I walked out of the School of Mechanical Engineering building.
The sun is shining brightly.
The dappled shadows of the trees on campus fell on the asphalt pavement.
Zhang Yan took a breath of fresh air.
The air was free of the smell of gunpowder, the moisture from the deep sea, and the stench of decay from the primeval forest.
Everything is normal.
He took out his phone.
As expected, the WeChat icon has a red number in the upper right corner.
Nie Qingcheng's profile picture.
There was only one message, sent ten minutes ago.
"How is it?"
I didn't ask him what he was doing, nor did I ask if he had suffered any losses.
These three simple words reveal an undisguised protectiveness and arrogance.
It seemed as if if Zhang Yan was unhappy, the legal and security departments of Qingcheng International could storm into the school at any moment.
Zhang Yan couldn't help but smile slightly.
He typed a reply:
"They've wrecked the place."
Two seconds later, the other side replied.
"Did you enjoy smashing it?"
"good."
The other end paused for a few seconds, then displayed "typing in progress".
Then, a three-second voice message was sent.
Zhang Yan opened the app and brought the phone to his ear.
Nie Qingcheng's highly recognizable, slightly aloof yet undeniably alluring voice softly came through the receiver:
"Come back quickly after you're done smashing it."
I've finished all the braised pork you made.
"Tonight, it's your turn to feed me."
Hearing these seemingly unreasonable yet deadly words, Zhang Yan turned off his phone screen.
He looked up at the azure sky.
In these peaceful days, when the giant crimson eye in deep space is still some time away, there is someone waiting for him.
Zhang Yan felt that the young professor hadn't flown far enough.