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

It was late at night on the seventh day after the Fuxi spacecraft completed its round-trip test between Earth and the Moon.

Lin Feng sat alone in the chief engineer's office at the Northwest Base, and the familiar notification sound arrived in his mind as scheduled.

【Ding! 】

[The host-led aerospace fighter jet has been successfully manufactured in the real world.]

[Project rewards are now being distributed...]

[Reward 1: Core theoretical knowledge of space-based aircraft carriers]

The holographic interface unfolded in my consciousness, and a massive, breathtaking engineering system surged forth—it was not a simple ship design blueprint, but a complete knowledge system from the power core to the ecological cycle, from weapon systems to interstellar navigation, from structural materials to artificial intelligence management.

[Description: Space-based aircraft carrier, a near-Earth space strategic platform. Standard configuration: 1200 meters long, 400 meters wide, and 180 meters high; carries 108 spaceplanes, 24 orbital bombardment units, and 72 directed energy defense arrays; equipped with four fusion energy cores, enabling continuous deployment for fifty years without resupply; possesses an autonomous ecological cycle system; 3000 permanent personnel; theoretical maximum speed: fourth cosmic velocity]

[Core Technology Breakthroughs: Gravitational Field Stabilization Technology, Prototype of Warp Drive Theory, Quantum Entanglement Communication...]

As the flood of information continued to pour in, Lin Feng felt as if his brain had been stuffed into an entire library.

[Reward Two: Cash Reward - 5000 million Huaxia Coins]

The notification tone ends, and the knowledge transfer is complete.

Lin Feng leaned back in his chair, took a deep breath, and frowned.

"Brother Tongzi," he asked softly in his mind, "this time... is there only one kind of reward?"

The system is silent.

This wasn't his first time communicating with the system, but as always, this mysterious creation never responded to any direct inquiries. It simply distributed rewards according to the rules, like a precisely programmed machine.

Lin Feng waited for ten seconds, and after confirming there was no response, he shook his head.

"It's better than nothing, right?" He chuckled self-deprecatingly, turning his attention back to the knowledge system he had just acquired.

Space carrier.

As those four words echoed in his mind, Lin Feng's heart involuntarily quickened its pace.

This is not a fighter jet, not a warship, not a space station—it is a mobile strategic fortress capable of carrying 3,000 people, 108 spaceplanes, and 24 orbital bombing units. If Fuxi is a sharp sword piercing into space, then the space carrier is a giant platform capable of deploying the entire battle group to any corner of the Earth, or even into lunar orbit.

"Is this a plan to take the entire country on a space voyage?" Lin Feng muttered to himself.

When the thought flashed through his mind, he couldn't help but laugh—not because he found it absurd, but because the possibility ignited his passion.

For millennia, humanity has gazed at the stars, imagining countless ways to reach deep space. But truly feasible paths have been confined to small spacecraft, space stations, and probes. Space-based aircraft carriers, however, will fundamentally change this landscape.

It is not only a weapon, but also a mobile space city, a springboard for interstellar colonization, and an ark for human civilization to truly step into the sea of ​​stars.

As long as we continue to research, improve, and build, China... no, all of humanity, may be able to usher in the age of interstellar travel.

Those scenes that only exist in science fiction novels—massive fleets cruising in planetary orbits, immigrant convoys flying to distant star systems, and spaceships from various civilizations docked in spaceports—may all become reality instead of fantasy.

Lin Feng stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window in the office.

Outside the window, the northwestern night sky was ablaze with stars. In the distance, the hangar of the Fuxi spacecraft was brightly lit, as ground crew prepared for its next flight.

"Researching space-based aircraft carriers takes a lot of time," he murmured to himself, "but it can be perfected gradually. Now... it's time to actually build the Kuafu satellite system."

Then, he summoned the deputy chief designer of the Fuxi project.

"The rest of the work is up to you." Lin Feng handed over the thick technical files. "Production of Fuxi II through VI can proceed according to the existing procedures. The testing should focus on three areas: long endurance, multi-aircraft coordination, and adaptability to complex environments."

"President Lin, are you leaving?" The deputy chief designer took the file, his eyes filled with reluctance.

"Yes, the next project is waiting for me." Lin Feng patted him on the shoulder. "Remember, Fuxi is just the beginning. Once you fully understand this system, there will be a larger platform waiting for you to build."

There was no farewell ceremony, no procession.

Lin Feng, carrying only a backpack, boarded a private plane bound for Beijing, accompanied by Zhao Weiguo.

He did not return to Harbin Institute of Technology—the Kuafu system requires full support at the national level and the coordination of national resources in Beijing.

On the plane, Lin Feng's consciousness once again sank into the system space.

This time, the target is clear: the Kuafu global satellite positioning system.

He reconstructed the core algorithm of the satellite. Existing systems like GPS, BeiDou, and GLONASS offer positioning accuracy at the meter level, have limited anti-interference capabilities, and rely on ground base stations. Kuafu, however, based on the principle of quantum entanglement, can achieve sub-millimeter-level positioning and is completely immune to electromagnetic interference, operating autonomously.

He optimized the satellite's energy system. Traditional satellites rely on solar panels, which are prone to failure in shadow areas or when attacked. The Kuafu satellite is equipped with a miniature fusion battery—a byproduct of the Nuwa project—a palm-sized battery capable of providing uninterrupted power for fifty years.

He designed a satellite defense system. Seventy-two satellites, each equipped with a miniature laser self-defense system, an electromagnetic interference transmitter, and an orbital maneuvering engine. They are not only "eyes" but also "warriors" capable of protecting themselves.

He completed the architecture of the ground control center. Based on an upgraded version of Pangu AI, it can simultaneously manage 100,000 task threads across 72 satellites with a response time of no more than 0.01 seconds.

The simulation is complete.

When Lin Feng opened his eyes, the plane was beginning its descent.

The capital city is now beneath our feet.

He went directly to Mr. Chen's office.

Without exchanging pleasantries or formalities, Lin Feng turned on his personal device and projected the complete solution of the Kuafu System onto the wall.

"Mr. Chen, the technical solution for the Kuafu global satellite positioning system is complete." His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable certainty. "This is the technical outline, this is the engineering implementation path, and this is the resource requirements list."

Old Chen put on his reading glasses and turned the pages one by one.

The more you look at the old man, the heavier his breathing becomes.

"Lin Feng," Old Chen looked up, his eyes filled with a complex mix of shock and excitement, "Do you know what this system will mean once it's built?"

"It means," Lin Feng replied, "that from now on, every inch of the earth, every ocean, and every patch of sky will be under our watchful eye. No threat will be able to hide; any invasion will be nipped in the bud."

Old Chen remained silent for three seconds.

Then, he made a firm decision: "Approve the project! Approve it immediately! I'll personally coordinate the resources; whatever you need, the government will provide!"

The efficiency is astonishing.

The project approval documents were processed within 24 hours. The project was codenamed "Sky Eye" and its confidentiality level was the same as that of Fuxi.

Three days later, experts from 17 top military industrial enterprises, 9 aerospace research institutes, and 34 key universities across the country all received emergency orders to rush to the newly built Kuafu R&D base in the suburbs of Beijing.

Lin Feng served as the chief designer.

He controlled the overall rhythm, providing the most precise guidance only at crucial moments.

The materials team is responsible for developing the satellite's quantum wafers and fusion batteries.

The structural team designed the satellite's lightweight, high-strength, and highly stealthy fuselage.

The electron group has made breakthroughs in quantum communication and anti-interference algorithms.

The control team developed a new generation of satellite management platform based on Pangu AI.

Each group moved forward in unison, like precise gears meshing and operating.

The most crucial satellite manufacturing was entrusted to the Tiangong production line, the core of the China Aerospace Science and Technology Corporation—where the core module of the space station was once produced and has now been fully upgraded and transformed.

The first prototype satellite was assembled on the 45th day after the project was approved.

The test results were encouraging: all parameters met the standards, and some even exceeded expectations.

"Mass production is ready." Lin Feng signed the test report. "According to the plan, the first batch of thirty-six will be completed within three months. The second batch of thirty-six will be completed in another three months."

Once the order was issued, the nation's industrial resources were mobilized.

Specialty materials were shipped from factories in the Northeast, precision chips were sent from laboratories in Shanghai, and fusion batteries set off from the Nuwa Base in the Southwest... All components were transported via top-secret transport lines to the satellite assembly center on the outskirts of Beijing.

There, six fully automated production lines operate day and night. Robotic arms stand like a forest, laser welding torches rain down, and the birth of each satellite is accompanied by the precision assembly of tens of thousands of parts.

Lin Feng would inspect the production line every day.

He stood on the observation deck, looking down at the scene below that resembled a factory of the future: silver-white satellite shells moved slowly on conveyor belts, robots embedded quantum chips into designated positions, fusion batteries were carefully installed into the energy chamber, and finally sealed, tested, and packaged...

Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.