Rejecting Tsinghua and Peking Universities: I Will Lead Harbin Institute of Technology to World Lead

As cheers surged from the Nuwa Control Center, Lin Feng had already quietly left.

He didn't attend the celebration banquet, nor did he even say goodbye to his colleagues in the project team. While everyone was immersed in the joy of success, he found Academician Li, who was organizing data.

"Academician Li."

Lin Feng's voice was calm and firm.

Academician Li looked up from the pile of data, his eyes behind his reading glasses showing some fatigue, but more so excitement: "Chief Engineer Lin, look at this data curve, it's remarkably stable..."

"The Nuwa Project is now in your hands," Lin Feng interrupted him. "I'm leaving."

The smile on Academician Li's face froze.

He stared blankly at Lin Feng for a full three seconds before he suddenly realized the meaning of those words. The young man before him, the leader who had led his team to conquer the holy grail of human energy—controlled nuclear fusion—was leaving.

Heading to the next battlefield.

"Go with peace of mind." Academician Li stood up, nodded solemnly, his voice filled with complex emotions, "We're here."

He didn't ask Lin Feng where he was going, nor did he ask what the next project was.

Lin Feng nodded, said nothing more, and turned to walk out of the control center.

Outside the door, Zhao Weiguo had been waiting for a long time. This security chief, who had followed Lin Feng for many years, looked at Lin Feng with not only the usual respect, but also a deeper understanding.

"Mr. Lin, where are you going?"

"Back to Harbin Institute of Technology."

"clear."

The convoy drove away from the nuclear power plant, away from the city that had just gained access to permanent energy. Lin Feng sat in the back seat, watching the street scenes flash by outside the window—the city was awakening in the early morning, and the early risers were unaware that their lives would be completely changed from this day forward.

But he did not stay.

In his heart, there is a regret that has been buried for many years, an unfulfilled dream, and a plan that was forced to be shelved due to technological barriers.

Fuxi-class space fighter.

That was the first truly national-level project in his research career, and also the first... failed project.

No, it's not a failure, it's an unavoidable pause due to technological barriers.

He was sixteen years old that year, full of vigor and ambition, believing that with the knowledge given to him by the system, he could overcome all the difficulties of aerospace fighters in one fell swoop.

But ultimately, they got stuck at the most basic and fatal hurdle: production.

The special materials required for aerospace fighters could not be mass-produced stably with the industrial base at the time; the machining precision of the precision components exceeded the limits of domestic machine tools; and the industrial robots required for intelligent assembly were still in the laboratory stage.

The Fuxi spacecraft became a dream that would forever remain on paper.

The aerospace fighter jet that he personally named Fuxi could only exist in holographic projections and wind tunnel models in the end.

This has been a thorn in Lin Feng's side for many years.

Now, the intelligent supporting facilities for the entire aerospace fighter jet, which are rewarded by the system, as well as the Kuafu global satellite positioning system, have finally removed this thorn.

The intelligent production line solved the manufacturing problem, while the Kuafu system solved the navigation and communication problems.

The Fuxi spacecraft can now truly fly into space.

Several hours later, the plane landed in Harbin.

Lin Feng didn't go anywhere else; he went straight back to his familiar, secluded courtyard at Harbin Institute of Technology. Pushing open the door to his study, everything was as before, as if he had only left yesterday.

He locked the door, drew the curtains, and sat down at his desk.

Close your eyes and concentrate.

The moment consciousness entered the system space, the upgraded intelligent deduction module started at full power.

Two entirely new knowledge systems unfolded like a galaxy.

On the left is the intelligent production line for aerospace fighter jets—from molecular-level control in material smelting to nanometer-level precision in component processing, from real-time quality monitoring in intelligent assembly to a fully automated process for overall aircraft debugging. Each step has complete technical solutions, equipment drawings, and process parameters.

On the right is the Kuafu Global Positioning System—based on absolutely secure communication using quantum entanglement, sub-millimeter-level positioning using microgravitational field detection, real-time global observation using a distributed satellite constellation, and fully automated operation and maintenance management using artificial intelligence. This is a space-based system that is at least fifty years ahead of its time.

"Begin the simulation."

Lin Feng's consciousness split in two, simultaneously engaging in two systems.

The system space time flow rate of 1:10 gave him enough time for deduction.

On the first day, he verified the feasibility of the intelligent production line. In the virtual factory, the entire production process of the first aerospace fighter jet was simulated 300 times, with a material utilization rate of 99.7%, the production cycle was shortened from 18 months in the traditional model to five months, and the cost per unit was reduced by 85%.

On the third day, he optimized the satellite deployment plan for the Kuafu system. The optimal orbital parameters for the 108 satellites were calculated, providing global coverage without blind spots, with communication latency of less than 0.01 seconds and positioning accuracy reaching an astonishing 0.1 millimeters.

On the tenth day, he merged the two systems. The production, testing, launch, and combat of the space fighters were all integrated into the Kuafu system's command network, forming a complete closed loop from "manufacturing" to "deployment" to "combat".

Day 100, simulation complete.

Lin Feng opened his eyes; only ten days had passed in reality.

Outside the window, the sun was setting, and the study was dimly lit.

But his eyes burned with a fierce light.

"Fuxi, wait a little longer," he murmured to himself, his voice exceptionally clear in the quiet study. "I will send you to space soon."

This is not a promise, it is an inevitability.

He stood up, walked out of the study, out of the courtyard, and toward the Harbin Institute of Technology administration building.

In the principal's office, Tang Guohong was reviewing documents. The former chief designer of the aerospace fighter project now had a full head of white hair, but his back remained straight.

Hearing the knock, he looked up and saw Lin Feng standing in the doorway. He was taken aback at first, then a delighted smile spread across his face: "Lin Feng? When did you get back?"

"Principal, I have found a way to overcome the technological barriers of the Fuxi space fighter."

Lin Feng skipped the pleasantries and went straight to the point.

Tang Guohong's smile froze instantly.

He put down his pen, slowly stood up, and stared intently at Lin Feng behind his glasses, as if trying to find any trace of a joke on the young man's face.

"What...what did you say?" The old man's voice was a little dry.

"I said, I've found a solution." Lin Feng repeated, each word clear and forceful. "Materials, processes, manufacturing, testing... all the technological barriers that held us back then now have solutions. The Fuxi spacecraft can truly fly into space."

The office fell into dead silence.

Tang Guohong's hands began to tremble. He took off his glasses, wiped them repeatedly with the corner of his shirt, put them back on, took them off again, and put them back on again. This repeated action three times revealed the turmoil churning within him.

Fuxi's title.

That was his lifelong regret.

And now, that day has come.

"You really... found a way?" Tang Guohong's voice trembled. "Not a theoretical idea, but a practically feasible solution?"

"Yes." Lin Feng walked to his desk and pulled up an encrypted file on his device. "This is the technical framework for the intelligent production line. I need the highest level of access to show you the detailed plan."

Tang Guohong only glanced at the document summary before he gasped in shock.

As the chief designer back then, he was acutely aware of the significance of these technologies. What does a smart production line mean? It means that spaceplanes can be mass-produced like cars!

"Excellent! Excellent! Excellent!" The old man exclaimed three times, pacing excitedly around his office. "I'll inform the higher-ups immediately! At the same time, I'm resigning as chief designer, and you will take over as the chief designer of the space fighter!"

He looked at Lin Feng, his eyes filled with relief and understanding: "Back then, I became the chief designer only to protect you and give you enough time to grow. Now, you no longer need any protection. This position should have been yours all along."

Lin Feng didn't refuse, he just nodded: "Okay."

He knew that Tang Guohong was telling the truth.

Tang Guohong immediately connected to the highest-level encrypted dedicated line.

The call lasted fifteen minutes.

During the call, the old man sometimes spoke with great enthusiasm, sometimes listened intently, and sometimes made solemn promises. When he hung up the phone, he let out a long breath, his face showing an excitement he hadn't seen in many years.

"The higher-ups have approved it." He looked at Lin Feng and said, word by word, "You are officially appointed as the chief designer of the Fuxi space fighter."

"The higher-ups will contact you directly to arrange the specifics," Tang Guohong patted Lin Feng on the shoulder.

"Thank you, Principal." Lin Feng bowed. "I'll go and make preparations now."

"Go." Tang Guohong watched him leave, tears welling in his eyes. "The Fuxi... we've finally waited for this day."

Lin Feng had just stepped out of the administration building when his encrypted phone rang.

It's Old Chen.

"Lin Feng, whatever you need, we'll prepare for you." The old man's voice was direct and forceful. "Personnel, supplies, venues, funds—all are at your disposal. These are the top leader's exact words."

"Thank you, Mr. Chen." Lin Feng didn't stand on ceremony. "I need two things: First, to bring back all the core members of the original Fuxi project; second, I need a closed area of ​​at least fifty square kilometers to build an intelligent production line and testing base. I'll send you the resource list later."

"Alright." Old Chen's reply was only one word, yet it carried immense weight. "The personnel will be assembled within three days. Location... a base in the Northwest, where there are readily available security facilities and airspace conditions, making it the most suitable."

The call has ended.

Lin Feng stood on the tree-lined path of Harbin Institute of Technology, looking up at the night sky.

In the darkness of night, Lin Feng's phone vibrated again.

It is an encrypted message:

[The restart order for the Fuxi Project has been issued, codenamed Xinghai. All relevant personnel are on high alert. Welcome back, Chief Engineer Lin.]

He put away his phone and walked towards the detached courtyard.

Fuxi is about to awaken.

The starry sea is just ahead.

PS: Fuxi is back!!!