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That night.

Zhaicheng Space Center, top floor lounge.

"Uh ... tear, snap ..."

The sound of the pen tip across the paper continued to sound, and from time to time it was also mixed with the sound of paper tearing and the sound of paper **** falling to the ground.

Zhang Zhai leaned on his desk and continued to study the basic theory of the ‘curvature engine’.

Although it has entered a dead end again since it made a breakthrough before, there has been no progress for so long.

However, Zhang Zhai did not abandon his previous research and continued to try to deduce its related basic theory.

Zhang Zhai's brain is running at its limits. Numerous data formulas and inextricable connections are constantly emerging in his mind.

In his mind, Zhang Zhai continued to carry out tentative deductions of various ideas, and continuously extended forward along the possible ideas.

The movements under his hands also continued, and the blank manuscripts were quickly consumed, either discarded and thrown aside, or accumulated on the desk.

...

Outside the window, the bright night of stars gradually deepened, and the round crescent hanging on it gradually changed its position.

Inside the lounge.

Zhang Zhai ’s deduction continued to go deep into the nuances. The entire deduction chain was maintained in his mind. The formulas of data that emerged and maintained in his mind were more complicated.

All these are no longer challenging Zhang Zhai's thinking limit.

"Da da."

The sweat dripped on the manuscript paper, and Zhang Zhai continued to perform extreme deductions.

"Well ... stabbing, snapping ..."

Accompanied by the sound of friction between the pen tip and the paper surface, the sound of paper shredding and rubbing, and the sound of discarded paper landing,

The manuscript paper on the desktop and the discarded manuscript paper on the floor under the table are increasing rapidly at the same time.

...

As time passes, at the end of another box of blank manuscripts,

Zhang Zhaidun stopped the pen in his hand and stopped the extreme deduction in his mind.

Looking at the content on the last night's draft, Zhang Zhai picked it up.

"Teared and snapped."

After scanning his eyes, Zhang Zhai shredded the last manuscript paper, rubbed it, and threw it to the side.

Another idea failed.

Glancing at the manuscript paper stacked on the desktop and the discarded manuscript paper on the ground,

Zhang Zhai shook his head slightly.

I was not very discouraged and irritable. I have studied the basic theory of the ‘curvature engine’ for nearly half a month, and it is naturally impossible to fail for the first time.

"A1, bring me the manuscript paper again," Zhang Zhai stretched out his hand, rubbing some of the temples that were rising.

"Father, it's early in the morning." A1's response sounded instantly.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhai glanced at the time displayed on the holographic screen and nodded.

"Slap."

Put the pen in your hand back down and look out the window.

In the night outside the window, a few stars flicker, and the first quarter moon is hanging obliquely on the sky.

Zhang Zhai stared at the night sky, the stars and the moon, and under the starry sky in the distance, the night scene of Zhai City still brightly lit.

moment,

Zhang Zhai became even calmer, got up from his seat, and walked towards the bed in the lounge.

"A1, dispose of all manuscripts in the lounge."

"Okay, father." A1's voice sounded instantly.

...

After a while, Zhang Zhai went to sleep quietly and quietly in the lounge again.

At night, many laboratories of the Zhaicheng Space Center's research team are still brightly lit, and the figures are still busy.

...

Time passes quickly like a white horse, like an off-string arrow.

When the night hangs over the earth, the rising sun jumps out of the horizon, and another day begins.

The next day.

in the afternoon.

Geological and Environmental Research Team.

Sitting in the corner, Zhang Zhai is still conducting research on the 'curvature engine'.

Without the assistance of the general research direction brought by the systematic data, the preliminary theoretical research of the 'curvature engine' is much more difficult.

For Zhang Zhai, he needs to master the "curvature engine" technology that is related to existing knowledge faults, which means that he needs to at least improve his cognition of time and space by two orders of magnitude. The result of knowledge.

This is why he started the preliminary research on the basic theory of the "curvature engine" technology from now on.

"... Divine, can you ask me a question?" A young researcher stood nervously beside Zhang Zhai and asked out loud.

Zhang Zhai heard his head turning, showing a mild smile, "Yes."

"Thank Zhai Shen ... I just caught some abnormal data when I ran another experiment. I thought there was something wrong with the experiment process, but after repeated experiments, these data still exist. But when I performed a similar experiment yesterday , But it's completely normal ... I feel a bit puzzled, Zhai Shen, can you help me see it. "The young researcher said, and handed several printed experimental records to Zhang Zhai.

Zhang Zhai took it, quickly glanced around, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Are you a graduate of Zhaicheng University?"

"Ah?" He heard that the researcher was nervous and thought he had committed a serious problem.

"Yes, Zhai Shen, I am a Zhai college student who entered the internship stage in advance of passing the theoretical study stage exam this year."

"Divine, is there any serious problem in my experiment?"

Wen Yan, Zhang Diwei smiled and looked at the researchers who graduated from Zhaicheng University.

"Your experiment has no problems. Congratulations, you have made a new discovery."

As the voice dropped, the researcher paused, and then instantly got excited.

"New discovery, me? ... Thank Di Zhai!"

...

Looking at the excited, almost excited researcher leaving, Zhang Zhai smiled.

Inexplicably, some of my younger students were relieved.

The students who came out of Zhaicheng University were indeed his students.

Glancing around the entire laboratory, Zhang Zhai seems to see those unusually young faces. In the future, they will also become the mainstay of the Zhaicheng Space Center, and their students, teachers and sisters will be the same as them at the moment Enter Zhaicheng Space Center.

Successors and successors have continued to make Zhaicheng Aerospace set foot on more distant stars.

After a happy smile, Zhang Zhai retracted his gaze and continued the previous deduction study.

...

It's evening.

The sunset has not completely fallen into the horizon, and the sunset on the west reflects the entire sky.

Comprehensive conference room on the fourth floor.

The sound of argument and discussion sounded from time to time, keeping the entire conference room busy.

"About agenda item 182 of the Chencheng City Construction Plan ~ www.readwn.com ~ Support the raising of the No. 1 plan, and support the raising of the No. 2 plan."

"... Okay, plan one is approved by unanimous vote, let's move on to the next issue."

Quiet for a while in the conference room, and it's noisy again.

The sound of controversy and discussions filled with data and perfect logic continued.

"... Put your mother's fart, it's almost nonsense. There are at least three key disadvantages in the third solution, one of which ..."

"Well! What is Hu Lai? You have three critical shortcomings that are nonsense. The problem is there, but in the third plan, solutions have been given ..."

"... Is that the solution? It is simply a compromise. Compared to the number three solution, I support the number five solution for several reasons. First, the solution is compatible with the previous issue solution ... "

"Click."

The conference room door was pushed open from the outside, and Zhang Zhai stepped straight into the conference room.

The meeting room was suddenly quiet.

Walking to the front of the conference room, Zhang Zhai stopped and looked at the crowd.

"continue."

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