You can't imagine the happiness of the group performance

Chapter 197 A Day Trip to the Institute of Atomic Energy
After getting acquainted with Brother Yunlong and others, the shooting started soon.

There are probably only three or five scenes on this set.

Among them, the highlight is Brother Yunlong's one-man show.

Except for brother Yunlong's drama, Jiang Yan will participate in the rest of the drama.

"Intellectual A".

This is Jiang Yan's character name this time.

No name, no surname, actually incognito.

In the entire "Born Out of the Sky", only a few people have names, and they are pseudonyms.

The rest of the people don't have names, and there is a deep meaning in it, and anyone who understands it can understand it.

It is precisely because of "no name and no surname", so Jiang Yan can travel directly as long as he wears the glasses designed for him by the crew costume.

Soon, after the crew set up the scene, brother Yunlong stood in front of the blackboard, closed his eyes and meditated, ready to start shooting.

With a "start" sounded.

Yunlong turned around and wrote the last line of mushroom egg formula on the blackboard with chalk.

This made Jiang Yan, who was standing on the sidelines watching, suddenly feel novel.

Brother Yunlong, you can write such advanced formulas!

Soon, as the last character "0" fell, Brother Yunlong clapped his hands, looked at the formulas on the blackboard and said:
"I am afraid that all the difficulties we face are here."

"Lu Guangda" turned his head and began to speak to the intellectuals present:
"From here to here, it took America six years, Great Britain five years, and Bear eight years. We don't have eight years, not even two years."

"It has to be counted until this point, once can't be done twice, twice can't be done three times."

"There is only one computer in the Academy of Sciences, and other departments are eager to use it. We have no other tricks. Even if we use an abacus to type it, we must type it out!"

Brother Yunlong in a suit is very handsome and stylish.

Gentle and gentle, with a confident and firm appearance, brother Yunlong is not "Yunlong" at all at the moment.

This scene is also completed in one go, and the form of the lines is perfect.

One pass, Jiang Yan, like the others, applauded directly.

The actors in Xindao's system have solid foundations.

Have the opportunity to ask for advice.

But Jiang Yan was not happy for long.

Because Yunlong had already spoken.

Use an abacus to type it out. . .

. . . . . . .

"Clang clang ~"

With the manual bell ringing.

Jiang Yan opened his eyes and found himself sitting in a room full of people.

If he had no memory, he would have thought that this was the review meeting for the college entrance examination.

It's all people, it's all test papers, it's all calculations.

The sound of crackling abacus echoed in the air.

But now he has memory, so Jiang Yan knows that this is the building of Beijing Institute of Atomic Energy.

The people here are all participants in the project.

Their task was to calculate the data requested by Lu Guangda.

And the soldiers with live ammunition were also guarding it outside.

"Intellectual Jiang Yan" has been working here for half a year.

Since it is mental work, there are 24 hours a day, and there is enough rest time for eight hours.

And the remaining sixteen hours.

It's all about calculations!
As for three shifts or something.

Don't think about it, there are not so many talents, and the data cannot be sloppy.

The Prime Minister said: "Safe and reliable, foolproof."

So regarding the theoretical design data, this is the only way to go.

"Crackling~"

"258 356 798..."

Jiang Yan stared intently at the paper on the table, read the data silently, moved the abacus skillfully with his right hand, and occasionally glanced to make sure it was correct.

This kind of action has never stopped since the buttocks were glued to the chair in the morning.

And the ringtone just now was actually a reminder that dinner was ready.

But everyone ignored it, because someone brought the food to them.

Soon, the aluminum lunch box was brought over by the assistants.

Two big steamed buns, a small ball of pickles, and a little bit of meat in the pickles.

At this moment Jiang Yan was already hungry, but he had already entered the state and did not pay attention to the food.

He waited until all the data in his hand had been calculated, and after checking to make sure they were correct, he quickly grabbed the steamed bun and took a big bite.

Well, it's a bit cold, but it's okay, there is hot water, so let's eat.

After three or two mouthfuls, I poured some boiling water from the hot water bottle and rolled it around in the lunch box.

Only then did he swallow the boiled water, steamed bread crumbs, and leftovers.

"Do you want more?" The assistant on the side asked at this time.

"No need, there are still data to count." Jiang Yan replied with a smile.

After a pause, he asked the lesbian assistant again: "Have you eaten?"

"I'll eat it in a while." The lesbian smiled, and then said, "By the way, today Xiaonian distributed apples, canned food, yellow peaches, and meat."

"That's good, your roommate is blessed tonight, and can try your handicraft." Jiang Yan laughed.

"Aren't you coming?" asked the lesbian.

"...No time." Jiang Yan gestured around, feeling a little helpless.

No one can do the eight hours of rest time here, everyone is racing against time, so six hours of rest is actually not bad.

So things like a taste of craftsmanship are just talking.

The lesbian squeezed out a happy smile: "It doesn't matter, there will always be opportunities."

Just kidding, she helped Jiang Yan pack the lunch box and left in a hurry.

And Jiang Yan continued to move his abacus with a happy smile.

The two communicated in a hurry and missed it in a hurry.

They looked like ordinary colleagues, but only from the love deep in their eyes could it be seen that the two were husband and wife.

The two have been married for just half a year and have never lived together. They can only talk tacitly during meal time, and today is their 120th conversation.

Jiang Yan only knew her name, but he didn't know the rest.

And if he wants to know more, he knows that he has to wait two years.

Similarly, it is not just a pair of them who have the same situation in this room.

So, I understand.

. . . . . .

"Clang clang ~"

The little bell rang again.

It was already 11 o'clock in the evening.

The prescribed rest time has come.

But there was still the crackling sound of abacus in the room, and no one left.

Jiang Yan straightened his waist after calculating the latest data.

After not getting up for a long time, his waist was already a little sore.

This is him, young and strong, and looking at the people around him, the older ones have already knocked on the waist for a long time.

But no one complained.

Because there is a race against time.

"We don't have eight years, we don't have two years, and we only have one computer, so there is no shortcut, we can only use an abacus!"

Several times, Jiang Yan wanted to take out the computer in the space.

After all, I am really tired!
He murmured in his heart, the other world is fake, it doesn't hurt to change it, and he doesn't have to be so tired.

But he didn't do it. It was a violation of the plot. The most important thing was that he always felt that it would insult everyone present.

So let's continue to dial the abacus. If we really want to do it, we will talk about it in the next scene.

Soon, the time came to zero.

Lu Guangda got up first, clapped his hands and said:

"Go back all!"

So the sound of the abacus disappeared.

Then someone slowly got up, but instead of leaving, they gave the data to the team leader.

That's it, another half hour passed before the work was considered finished.

Lu Guangda was the last one to leave, and he was responsible for turning off the lights.

More than five hours later, at 05:30 the next morning.

The abacus sounded again in the room.

Jiang Yan stared at the slightly swollen eyes, and continued to move the abacus.

The swelling is because I didn't sleep well last night.

It's tiring.

After all, for him, this kind of experience is the first time.

So the hands are tired, the waist is tired, and the brain is tired.

All the difficulties that "Intellectual A" had adapted to had erupted again on Jiang Yan last night.

The most uncomfortable thing is that when you close your eyes, it is full of data.

And I always feel that there is something wrong.

So I woke up many times in the middle of the night.

After recalling it for a while, after confirming that there was nothing wrong, I fell asleep lightly.

That feeling, from Jiang Yan's own point of view, was really uncomfortable.

Fortunately, there is still half a day to end.

"I just don't know if going back this time will be an abacus skill."

Jiang Yan made fun of himself, and then plunged into the ocean of data.

. . . . . .

Five hours later, it was lunch time.

His wife came again, and after delivering meals to everyone, it was finally Jiang Yan's turn.

It was still an aluminum lunch box, with two big steamed buns and side dishes, but during the interval, she stuffed Jiang Yan with an apple.

Jiang Yan broke open with force and handed half back.

The wife took it with a smile and looked at each other, both of them knew each other's friendship.

Love in this age is so simple.

Then, the sound of crackling abacus continued to drown out everything.

The new soldier on guard outside said doubtfully:

"Commander, what are they doing?"

The company commander said proudly with his hands behind his back:

"What are you doing? Make a revolution!"

When the little soldier heard this, the backs of the group of intellectuals in his eyes suddenly became as high as a mountain. . .

. . . . .

three hours later.

Jiang Yan finally returned.

Unlike in the past, this return did not take a deep breath, but started suddenly.

I haven't finished counting the data yet!

In the next second, he finally regained his composure.

Looking at the abacus of props in his hand, his heart was empty.

Although he thinks that this crossing is the most tiring one for him.

But now that he is gone, he has a strong sense of nostalgia.

What's the matter with some reluctance?

At this time, Teng Rujun's voice interrupted Jiang Yan's thinking:

"Xiao Jiang, can you use an abacus?"

Jiang Yan pursed his lips and said, "...well, maybe a little bit."

(End of this chapter)