Rebirth 08: Equipment God

Chapter 241 Where are you going, Principal?

When Zhai Da woke up the next morning, it was already broad daylight.

I sat up blankly, looking out the window at the white expanse, feeling somewhat dazed.

Last night, the young members of "π" spent the last few hours of 08 together.

Amidst the clinking of glasses, cheers, and the distant, seemingly random bursts of fireworks, we stepped into 2009.

Later, the atmosphere became lively, and Qi Lin even went back to get his guitar and played and sang in the "Misty Tavern." Everyone stayed until 2 a.m.

The first gathering of "π" was a great success in breaking the ice, but more of these geniuses' future brilliance will require time to develop.

Zhai Da only started a discussion in the second half of the event, using his upcoming book, "The Time-Traveling Cohabitation Manual," to lead everyone in a discussion about the "near future."

And in multiple fields, he guides the corresponding geniuses to think.

Everyone was very interested in the future world described in Zhai Da's "novel".

Powerful smartphone operating systems, new energy vehicles powered by batteries, and drones that aid in industry, agriculture, and even warfare.
Every idea opened the eyes of geniuses and planted a seed within them.

This will make it easier for Zhai Da to further irrigate.

Returning to today's perspective
After getting up, Zhai Da sat down to calm himself down and subconsciously reached for his phone, only to find that it had only 1% battery left.

I plugged it in and looked through the messages; it turned out I'd been bombarded with information all night.

First, there were hundreds of New Year's greetings text messages. There's no other way to celebrate these days. The earliest ones were even sent as early as 8 or 9 pm last night.

High school classmates, college classmates, friends from Utopia, distant relatives from Jinan, Li Tiantian and other staff members from Xinglang, and even various "celebrities" who were passively added at the online gala.

There were also phone calls; for example, Lin Shuyao called him three times at 3 a.m. and then sent him a text message: Are you there?

Is this woman drunk?
He may not know as many people as he did in his thirties in his previous life, but his own importance in this life is different. During holidays, he has a legitimate reason to show off his presence to many people he is not very familiar with.

By the way, most of the text messages from those celebrities looked like mass texts, except for Gao Yuanyuan and Fan Binbin, who were more serious because they both mentioned the adaptation rights of "The Long Road to Lu".

The former expressed a desire to come to Harbin for another meeting, while the latter invited Zhai Da to Beijing for another meeting.

Zhai Da said he had read the message but would not reply. Only ten days have passed, and his attitude has not changed.

After carefully selecting some messages, Zhai Da scratched his disheveled hair and left the bedroom.

Pushing open the door, Lu Wei was already on the living room sofa, sitting cross-legged with her long legs, a small glimpse of her fair feet peeking out from the side, her loose T-shirt revealing her delicate collarbone, which was just right to be translucent in the sunlight.

He had a few sticks in his hand, and a ball of yarn beside him; he was knitting something.

"Good morning! What's this?"

The little wooden boy looked up and smiled very slightly.

Not obvious, but cute

"A scarf. A gift for Teacher Yu."

The little girl's expressions have become increasingly rich lately. She even thought of giving Yu Xiaoli a gift.

Zhai Da gave a thumbs up: "Excellent! Mom will like it."

Of course, going to the toilet is always the first priority for men after getting up. Zhai Da yawned and headed to the bathroom.

As he passed by Xiao Mutou, he subconsciously patted Lu Wei's head.

There's no habitual movement involved; it's just that the angle is right and it feels natural.

Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom: a soft, continuous sound, then a louder sound, and finally a steady, scattered sound.

It lasted for a full half hour.

Someone took a shower directly from the shower.

Outside the bathroom, Lu Wei stopped knitting after being patted on the head and stood there dumbfounded.

After a while, he stretched out his finger and gently pushed the corner of his mouth, adding a "manual transmission smile," but it was unclear who he was showing it to.

Finally, I took out my Nokia 3310 and edited a message in the text message drafts.

"Remember to smile when you get your head patted."

After a moment, Lu Wei thought for a moment, deleted the word "head", and then continued knitting the sweater.

In the following days, Zhai Da devoted all his energy to one thing: the exam.

After a short one-day break, all students at Harbin Institute of Technology faced the final hurdle before the winter break: exam week.

Some people say that passing the college entrance exam is all that matters, but that applies to mediocre schools. For Harbin Institute of Technology, a member of the C9 League, having this mentality will only lead to self-destruction.

Zhai Da and Lu Wei were exceptionally busy; while others taught one subject a day, they taught two or even more.

Jiang Xiaobai was also extremely busy.

Many of their courses are electives that are outside the scope of freshman year. They need to take exams with senior students. Just getting exam times across colleges and grades is troublesome. If they can't manage it, Jiang Xiaobai needs to communicate with the teachers to arrange separate exams.

Zhai Da and Lu Wei were sometimes taken to the office together, and sometimes alone, to complete an exam paper.

Although the school showed some favoritism towards the two students, it still valued their academic performance.

They need to deliver excellent grades to prove that the "saints" and "saints" haven't been spoiled during the semester, and in doing so, to make their voice heard at the school:

We can be a little more lenient next semester; they can handle it. In front of the School of Mechanical Engineering, Zhai Da was escorted out by his teacher.

Zhai Da didn't attend the "Engineering Drawing" course at all for the next two months, and even forgot what the teacher looked like.

If someone who has been playing around at the Industrial Innovation Center, developing craft brewing equipment, and participating in JF-12 still can't pass this "second-year" level course, they would be a laughingstock.

Under individual proctoring, Zhai Da completed the two-hour exam in less than an hour and appeared to be able to get a perfect score and be discharged from the hospital.

"Xiao Zhai, I was thinking that if you couldn't finish, I would make the retake easier for you. It seems that even though you didn't come to class, you studied very hard."

Zhai Da chuckled dryly, thinking to himself, "You're right. I mainly studied on the JF-12, but unfortunately, you're not qualified to see my study materials."

Once the teacher, Ms. Zhang, had left, she casually mentioned her idea: "By the way, Xiao Zhai, would you be interested in being my teaching assistant next semester? It's credit-worthy!"

This is why he escorted him all the way to the first floor. He felt that Zhai Da's drafting skills were "almost the same" as his own. If he had such a teaching assistant next semester, things would be much easier, and he could free up his energy to do his own things.

"Do teaching assistants receive academic credits?"

"Yes, research practice credits."

Zhai Da waved his hand: "Sorry, Professor Zhang, I've already earned all the credits for that course."

Wan Chunrong gave him the full amount at once, and he owed Zhai Da a favor. He could ask for it back anytime, it was just a matter of a word.

Even in terms of procedures, Zhai Da can arrange things for the members of "π".

Zhai Da has mastered two different ways of generating credits: the club's "second classroom credits" and "scientific research practice" credits.

If you're short of money, you can just sell it.

Standing in front of the Mechanical Engineering building, Teacher Zhang could only shake his head regretfully, thinking to himself that this top student really had everything he needed.
Then they saw Zhai Da walk towards a black, sharp, and expensive luxury car parked on the side of the road.

Next to that car, several girls were taking pictures.

Zhai Da walked to the car and smiled, "Hello. I might have to go now. How about you take the photos another time?"

Several girls scattered and fled like startled rabbits, accompanied by exclamations of surprise and laughter: "Oh my god, it was his car!"

"Beep beep," Zhai Da unlocked the Panamera and got into the driver's seat.

With a deep, resonant engine sound, the vehicle drove further and further away.

Teacher Zhang stared blankly for a long time.
He thought to himself that he lacked nothing, including money.
On the campus of Harbin Institute of Technology, Zhai Da drove his Panamera toward Zhengxin Building to pick up Xiao Mutou and take him home.

Shenzhou Zun Di is right across from the school. It might seem like driving there is just for showing off, but Zhai Da says he was really forced into it!

Wu Yue's efficiency is always phenomenal; within a week, he had paved the way and obtained a complete set of identification documents for this completely unlicensed vehicle.

In 08, there were so many unorthodox methods. He thought that even the proper procedures wouldn't be this fast, but it turned out that crooked ways were much more efficient.

The most important equipment effect of this [Mechanical Core] is that it can be fused with other [equipment], which gives it unlimited potential, but there is a task to unlock it.

"Unlocking Mission: Accumulate 100km of mileage on the Harbin Institute of Technology campus. Current progress (9/100)."

This strange unsealing quest probably stems from its crafting material, the "Sturdy 28-inch bicycle," since Harbin Institute of Technology was my grandfather's regret before his death.

Maybe Grandpa just wanted to ride his old bicycle around campus.
But when it came to Zhai Da, it did seem a bit like forced posturing.

He had already tried it. Normally, he would drive around campus to and from get out of class, and the distance was just over one kilometer per trip. Even if he deliberately drove around campus, given the complexity of the internal roads and the speed limit, he would only cover seven or eight kilometers in a morning.

It also makes him look like a lunatic, as if he's addicted to showing off, wandering around in circles showing off his car.

So in order to unlock the [Mechanical Core] as soon as possible, he could only integrate the car into his campus life, making it a conspicuous bag in the eyes of others.

"Holy crap, what kind of car is this?!"

"Wow, so handsome! Is he a student?"

"How could a rich kid be so lucky as to drive an X5? I don't even recognize this car model."

Wherever they go, they attract attention; wherever they stop, they attract photographers who come to take pictures.

Yesterday, I saw some naughty kid from some teacher's family with a Red Bull can in his car. A girl passing by stood hesitantly in front of the car, as if having an internal struggle. Zhai Da was so scared that he quickly ran over and threw it away.

The design of this car was still too fashionable for 08, no, 09. Even in places like Shanghai or northern Beijing, it would have attracted enough attention from passersby, let alone in Harbin, and even more so on campus.

Zhai Da can only hope that the "unsealing mission" will be completed soon, otherwise it might have a negative impact.
Just as I was thinking, a figure stood by the roadside ahead, frowning, pointing a finger imperiously at the Panamera, and then at the roadside.

It was as if Zhai Da was driving a taxi, while he himself was the boss of this area.

But Zhai Da obediently stopped at the roadside and rolled down the car window:

Where are you going? I can give you a ride!

Principal Wang Chunguo had a stern face:
Zhai Da's smile was very endearing, but a little stiff.

"Hey, Happy New Year, Principal!"

Originally intending to drive away the car that was affecting the school's atmosphere, Wang Chunguo was speechless when he saw that it belonged to his own top student.

All the words in the world can be summed up in one sentence:

"Park your car here and come to my office."

　I'm gradually getting into the swing of things, and I should be able to get up even earlier tomorrow, until I'm back to 6 o'clock.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)