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

Lin Feng arrived in Beijing without causing any ripples and quietly entered the renowned Tsinghua University.

Without alerting anyone, he went straight to the principal's office according to the address.

Li Qingming, the president of Tsinghua University, is a scholar with a refined demeanor and insightful vision.

Upon seeing Lin Feng, he smiled warmly, clearly having already spoken with Tang Guohong.

"Lin Feng, welcome to Tsinghua University. Old Tang has been praising you to the skies, telling me to take good care of you."

As Li Qingming spoke, he pushed the materials he had prepared in advance in front of Lin Feng.

One document contains the key and address of a private dormitory room on campus, which is quiet and fully equipped.

The other was a uniquely styled, pure white card inlaid with tiny chips.

"This is a top-level library card. With it, you can enter any area of ​​the library and access all the collections, including some restricted internal documents and archives."

Li Qingming's tone was calm, but the weight of his words was immense.

This means that Tsinghua University's most core knowledge base, accumulated over decades or even centuries, will be completely open to Lin Feng.

"Thank you, Principal Li!" Lin Feng solemnly accepted the card with both hands, his heart pounding with emotion.

This trust and support far exceeds the treatment given to ordinary exchange students.

Li Qingming waved his hand, his smile profound.

"No need to be so polite. Old Tang and I have been close friends for many years. I know his character well. Someone he values ​​so highly must be extraordinary."

"If you encounter any problems in your studies or life at Huaqing University, you can contact me directly."

He handed Lin Feng a slip of paper with a private number written on it.

Lin Feng keenly sensed that Li Qingming's strong support was probably not solely due to his personal relationship with Old Tang.

It is very likely that during the communication, Mr. Tang subtly revealed some information about the Fuxi project or his own level of confidentiality.

This allows him to focus more intently on his research.

"I will cherish this opportunity and live up to the expectations of both principals," Lin Feng solemnly replied.

Afterwards, a teacher from the school office led Lin Feng to his dormitory.

It was a small suite in a quiet area, fully equipped with all the necessities, a spacious desk, and reliable internet access, clearly meticulously prepared.

Lin Feng put down his simple luggage without any delay, not even having time to carefully examine the room.

Clutching the white card, he headed straight for the Tsinghua University Library, following the directions given by his teacher.

His goal was clear and urgent—to absorb the unique knowledge here as soon as possible and fill the last theoretical gap in the Longyuan and Xinhuo projects.

The library is grand and solemn, exuding an atmosphere of books and historical depth.

Lin Feng did not rush to use his privileges to enter the restricted area.

Like any ordinary seeker of knowledge, he first wandered around the open area.

My gaze swept across the rows of bookshelves, precisely locking onto categories such as materials science, condensed matter physics, physical chemistry, and precision instruments.

He picked out several books, some thick and some cutting-edge, found a spot in a corner of the reading room, and immersed himself in them.

The ability to remember everything at a glance is in full operation.

The pages turned at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary people, and the contents of each page were imprinted into the mind as if scanned.

He wasn't just memorizing mechanically; rather, his brain was already making connections, comparing, and integrating information while he was reading quickly.

The theories of the Huaqing system are constantly being combined and integrated with the knowledge obtained from Harbin Institute of Technology and deduced from simulation space, refining and distilling the essence.

For ten consecutive days, he sat in the museum from opening to closing time.

Apart from necessary meals and rest, all my time is spent immersed in books.

This terrifying way of reading occasionally draws sidelong glances from nearby students.

Seeing his focused expression, which seemed genuine, and the fact that he was reading mostly extremely difficult professional books, most people simply assumed he was a studious genius who was somewhat eccentric and did not delve deeper.

Lin Feng was happy to have some peace and quiet, and quietly absorbed the essence of the open area.

Ten days later, he felt that the contribution of the books in the open area to his knowledge system had begun to decrease significantly.

it's time.

He stood up and walked towards the heavy wooden door deep inside the library, which required special access to open.

Swipe the card, verify, the green light comes on, and the door lock makes a slight click.

Behind the door is a space with a completely different atmosphere from the open area outside.

It wasn't a large space, but the lighting was soft and the environment was extremely quiet, as if the air itself was filled with the density of knowledge.

Seven or eight large solid wood desks are scattered throughout, each equipped with its own reading lamp.

At this moment, four or five people are engrossed in reading, each with a thick or specially marked document laid out in front of them.

They were of different ages, ranging from elderly professors with white hair to middle-aged researchers with a calm demeanor.

Everyone was completely absorbed. Even when Lin Feng pushed the door open, only one or two people slightly raised their eyelids before quickly returning to their own world.

This is the true pinnacle of Huaqing scholarship.

Lin Feng held his breath, tiptoed, and followed the directions to find the bookshelf dedicated to the cutting-edge field of materials science.

Most of the books on the book list do not have fancy covers, and some are even gray documents printed inside the book with complicated numbers marked on the spine.

He gently pulled out an internal research report on "Phase Transitions and Performance Regulation of Intermetallic Compounds under Extreme Conditions" and sat down at an empty table in the corner.

The literature here is far more in-depth, cutting-edge, and targeted than that outside.

Much of the content involves unpublished research findings, groundbreaking experimental data, and forward-looking discussions on future material development paths.

Lin Feng's reading speed remained fast.

But unlike before, now every time he turned a page, his brain was undergoing a violent storm.

New theoretical models, unique material synthesis pathways, and precise characterization data... are constantly being verified, supplemented, and revised in his simulation space.

He was completely immersed in the ecstasy of knowledge and the excitement of his thoughts, ignoring the outside world.

The afternoon of the third day.

Lin Feng was quickly flipping through a confidential experimental record about the mechanism of resistance to ultra-high temperature ablation of a new type of ceramic matrix composite material.

The subtle airflow and almost continuous rustling sound caused by the turning of the paper stood out in the quiet space where you could hear a pin drop.

Finally, a young professor, about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and with a serious expression, sitting not far from him, frowned more and more deeply.

His train of thought was interrupted several times. He looked away from the literature on the preparation process of extreme ultraviolet optical thin films in his hand and looked at Lin Feng with displeasure.

Looking at the several profound monographs piled up in front of Lin Feng, and the almost non-stop page-turning motion, the young professor's face showed obvious doubt and impatience.

This isn't studying; it's clearly just skimming the surface, or even just pretending!

When Lin Feng quickly closed a thick book again, making a soft "snap" sound, the young professor finally reached his limit.

He adjusted his glasses, his voice not loud, but carrying the coldness and reproach unique to academic authorities, clearly echoing in the quiet room:

"Young man, please watch your behavior. This is a place for academic research, not a stage for you to show off your speed reading skills."

"Please keep quiet, respect the academic atmosphere here, and respect other researchers. If you cannot do so, please leave."

His words were blunt and carried a condescending, reprimanding tone.

In an instant, the other researchers in the reading room also looked up from their documents and focused their attention on Lin Feng.

Whether out of curiosity, scrutiny, or disapproval.

Faced with the sudden questioning and the focus of several gazes, Lin Feng stopped what he was doing and slowly raised his head.