A higher-dimensional incarnation, starting by leveraging the stars.

Chapter 134 Bah, you dog and dog!

In the office, Hu Biao sat down at his desk and gestured for Lu Yiran to sit opposite him.

"So, did you look at that code?"

"I've finished watching it." Lu Yiran nodded. "I've watched it three times."

"What are your thoughts?"

Lu Yiran was silent for a few seconds, seemingly organizing her thoughts.

"The first time I looked at it, I didn't understand it at all," she said softly. "Your code was beyond my comprehension. The second time I looked at it, I had some ideas, but I still couldn't figure it out?"

"And the third time?"

"After watching it for the third time, I gave up." Lu Yiran raised her head and looked directly into Hu Biao's eyes. "I had to give up, otherwise I might go crazy. So I just treated it as a tool. The result was that it greatly improved the robot's control level, but there were still some inconsistencies."

"Robot, robot, why do you always think about robots?"

"The brain is a good thing; keep it active!"

"Have you ever wondered why I gave you this code at this time?"

Why?

"We're working on a manned lunar landing, and we need auxiliary tools. With the current technology, what can a robot do on the moon?" Hu Biao said, rubbing his forehead. "Have you ever thought about porting this code to a robot dog or a lunar rover?"

"Well----"

"Don't look at me like that, being mentally challenged is contagious."

"you----"

"Alright, forget about that for now. Focus on thoroughly understanding the information about the lunar uniform I gave you. You only have half a month."

This is a dividing line. The past two weeks, under Hu Biao's high pressure, have felt both long and fast.

The work is long because the daily workload is ridiculously high: collecting, organizing, classifying, labeling, discussing, overturning, and starting over—a never-ending cycle.

It happened so fast because once everyone was truly engaged, they realized there simply wasn't enough time.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was completely different from what it was two weeks ago.

No one complained anymore that "playing games is a waste of time," and no one questioned Hu Biao's "dictatorial rule."

Because everyone saw the result.

This really works!

When an ordinary person has a wild imagination, it can really inspire those graduate students and doctoral students who consider themselves professionals. Many ideas that these professionals dare not think of or do, and their blind spots in thinking are completely covered.

They have accumulated more than two hundred "key focus" items selected from player creations.

Among them, there were four that were truly eye-opening and could be realized with modern technology. And these four were things they themselves could never have come up with in half a month.

Early that morning, Hu Biao convened another routine meeting of the research group. After listening for more than half an hour, he affirmed their efforts over the past two weeks, but remained noncommittal about the four designs they had carefully selected. Instead, he turned his attention to Lu Yiran, who was staring blankly in the corner.

"Lu Yiran, have you completed your mission?"

Lu Yiran nodded blankly, her eyes glazed over.

After half a month of relentless hard work and tireless effort, she finally fulfilled Hu Biao's requirements, thoroughly understanding the design principles of the lunar uniform and the underlying logic of the plan.

This plan is indeed ahead of its time, but it's not so advanced as to be science fiction.

Its only truly advanced feature is that biological neurotransmitter.

All the remaining designs are based on this material and then integrate existing technologies from modern biotechnology and mechanical technology in an extremely bold way.

Temperature control? It uses a micro-unit array of phase change materials, a technology that has already been studied in ground-based special clothing.

Radiation protection? It uses a multi-layered gradient structure. The principle is the same as traditional spacesuits, only it's thinner and fits better.

Micrometeorite protection? It uses a sacrificial layer plus a self-healing layer. Logically, it makes sense, but it requires the specialized development of a self-healing gel.

Oxygen supply? It uses a solid oxygen circulation system, which is technically mature, and it seems to also incorporate some special materials.

Waste disposal? It uses ————

Because she had thoroughly understood it, she became numb.

It's not because these technologies are particularly difficult.

Rather, it's because the person who integrated these technologies into a complete solution—what exactly was in their mind?

Every design element is not based on mere imagination but on reality. However, a normal person would not confuse two completely different things.

The relevant factual evidence is linked together.

Each function has a corresponding technical path.

This is not wishful thinking.

This is a complete, logically consistent, and feasible engineering solution.

The core of this solution lies in that biological neurotransmitter.

Without it, these integrations would be nothing but empty talk. With it, these integrations become possible.

That's why she felt a sense of despair.

She thought she had already tried her best.

But what about the results?

I've put in so much effort, but I've only barely managed to keep up with other people's thinking.

The difference between people—

So she wasn't happy at all.

"That's good. Go prepare the report materials. There will be a meeting this afternoon, and you will be giving the report."

"Huh? I—" Lu Yiran suddenly realized what was happening and was about to speak when Hu Biao had already dialed the phone, signaling her not to speak.

"Hello, teacher? Yes, it's me. I have something to tell you. The first design task of the research group has been completed—yes, the lunar suit design—what are the details?"

We'll talk when you arrive. I'll also let Professor Cheng know. How's this afternoon? In the research group's meeting room—"

"Okay—oh, not me—it's Lu Yiran. Yes, that third-year undergraduate student. She's been working hard for the past two weeks and has now thoroughly understood the plan. She can give a presentation without any problems."

After hanging up the phone, Hu Biao looked at Lu Yiran.

Lu Yiran's expression was as if she had been struck by lightning.

"What—what did you say? I'm reporting?"

"right."

"Should we report to Academician Zhou and Professor Cheng?"

"right."

"Report on this lunar suit design?"

"right."

"I?!"

Hu Biao looked at her, his expression so calm it was infuriating.

"Is there a problem?"

"Is there a problem?!" Lu Yiran's voice rose several octaves. "This is a huge problem! You designed this plan, why should I report on it? I was just learning, what right do I have to stand in front and report?!"

"I said it's you, and it's you."

Hu Biao said, "Besides you, who else? Them? They don't even know what a biological medium is, they haven't even seen the plan, and you're expecting them to report?"

Hu Biao pointed to the other members of the research group.

The other members stared stiffly at the two adulterers with eerie looks!

Yes, you two, you despicable couple!

Who are we? Where are we? What are we doing?

Yeah, what are we doing?

What have we been doing for the past two weeks?

We are promoting the game, collecting information, integrating information, and —

Everything was in preparation for the design!

Now, half a month has passed, and we've been working ourselves to the bone, doing all the pre-production work. And you're telling me that the post-production is already finished?

Bah, you two shameless bastards!

Lu Yiran still shook her head, "No, this is your design, no one is more suitable to present it than you."

"I've got a new inspiration and need to concentrate. I don't have time to report on such low-level stuff!" Hu Biao slammed his hand on the table. "Furthermore, let me emphasize again: in this research group, you have no right to question me. Everything here is decided by me!"

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