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

Inside the reading room, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Lin Feng's gaze was calm and unwavering, like a deep pool, meeting the scrutiny in the young professor's eyes, a mixture of displeasure, doubt, and academic authority.

The other party's rebuke did not stir up the slightest ripple in his heart.

"I'm sorry to bother you," Lin Feng said, his voice calm and even. "I'll be careful to control my strength."

He didn't explain his reading methods, nor did he bother arguing whether it was just a publicity stunt. Facts speak louder than words, and pointless verbal exchanges only waste precious time.

The young professor frowned even more deeply at Lin Feng's response, which, though not exactly respectful, was nonetheless a response.

His gaze swept over Lin Feng's overly young and even slightly immature face, and then landed on the several open documents containing classified data on cutting-edge materials.

Doubts in my heart grew like vines.

Being able to enter this reading room is already a symbol of status. But the person in front of me is too young, unbelievably young.

"Excuse me, which college are you in? Which professor is your advisor?"

The young professor lowered his voice, but it became even more authoritative, carrying a serious tone that demanded verification.

"The documents here are highly classified and require specific permissions and internal referrals. Please show your access credentials."

His questioning is reasonable. This reading room is the core of Huaqing's academic core, and everyone who can step into this place has an important research topic or an extraordinary background, which cannot be ambiguous in the slightest.

Several older researchers nearby nodded slightly, their eyes scrutinizing, clearly supporting this necessary caution.

Faced with escalating questioning, Lin Feng remained silent for a moment, without revealing his name or mentor.

He calmly took out the pure white special card from the inside pocket of his coat and gently placed it on the clean table.

The cards have a warm, smooth texture, and under the soft lighting of the reading room, they shimmer with an ivory-like sheen.

At the center, the distinctive relief of the Tsinghua University emblem, along with the extremely fine anti-counterfeiting lines around the edge, silently proclaims its extraordinary nature.

"It's an authorization granted by Principal Li." Lin Feng's voice remained concise, yet carried immense weight.

"Principal Li?!" the young professor blurted out, his pupils suddenly contracting.

He leaned forward instinctively, staring intently at the card as if trying to see right through it.

As a key figure within Huaqing, he knew all too well what this white card meant.

It represents not just ordinary borrowing privileges, but a higher level of trust and access.

Typically, the award is given to only two types of people: one is core experts who participate in major national strategic projects and need to access cutting-edge interdisciplinary materials; the other is exceptional geniuses who are highly regarded by the top leadership and possess disruptive potential.

Regardless of which one it is, its significance is far beyond what a professor like him can easily question.

He looked up again, his gaze complex as he re-examined Lin Feng.

Her excessively youthful appearance contrasted sharply with the white card that represented her extremely high authority and background.

Who exactly is this young man? Has he already reached an expert level in some unknown field?

This thought stirred up a storm in his heart.

But he didn't press the matter further.

There is no doubt about the authenticity of the white card; the only person at Huaqing University with the authority to issue such a card is Principal Li Qingming.

Holding this card means that one's identity and purpose have been verified at the highest level, and no one else is allowed to question it.

The displeasure and skepticism on the young professor's face quickly faded, replaced by a barely perceptible embarrassment and solemnity.

He coughed lightly, his tone softening considerably, even becoming somewhat polite:

"I see. Since it was specially approved by Principal Li, there's naturally no problem."

"But... when you're flipping through this, could you please be a little more gentle? After all, the environment here requires a very quiet environment for everyone to think."

His meaning was clear: I acknowledge your identity, but please consider the research environment of others.

"Understood." Lin Feng nodded, then lowered his head again, his fingers brushing across the pages of the book.

The page turning speed was still fast, but the movements became incredibly gentle, making almost no sound, with only the eyes rapidly moving across the paper.

The young professor watched Lin Feng's profile as he immersed himself in the book, completely absorbed, and at an inhuman pace of reading. His lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

His intention was for the other person to read "normally," but that was clearly impossible.

He shook his head, looked away, and forced himself to refocus on the optical documents in his hands, but he was deeply impressed by the mysterious young man.

The other researchers in the reading room witnessed this small exchange and exchanged knowing glances.

Since they hold white cards, no matter how incredible their behavior may seem, it's none of their business.

The room quickly returned to its previous absolute silence, with only the silent collision of ideas.

……

Time flies, and Lin Feng has been immersed in the treasure trove of knowledge at Huaqing University for a month.

For those thirty days and nights, he was like a sponge thrown into the deep sea of ​​academia, greedily absorbing the unique, cutting-edge materials science, precision optics, and microelectronics theories found here, which are at the forefront of both domestic and international research.

Many ambiguous aspects and missing key parameters in the Torch Project were addressed with solid evidence and ingenious solutions in these internal documents and experimental data.

The theoretical puzzle is nearing completion at an astonishing speed.

However, he also encountered problems.

Some of the most core, cutting-edge original theoretical concepts and extreme technological details are not collected by any library; they exist only in the minds of top scholars or in highly confidential experiments that are underway.

Knowledge from books ultimately has its limits.

Lin Feng decisively stopped studying in the reading room.

He returned to the quiet dormitory and locked the door.

My thoughts sank in, reconnecting with that pure white space.

[A technological simulation space.]

He stood in front of the operating platform and pulled up all the information for the Spark Program.

It's time to deeply integrate the knowledge and experience gained over the past month with the existing framework and conduct a final theoretical closed-loop verification.

Several days later, the "Spark Theory" still had some shortcomings at the last moment. Just as he was preparing to throw himself into a new round of high-intensity simulation, the ringing of a cell phone in reality pierced through the barrier of space and rang out clearly.

Lin Feng instantly exited the space and picked up his phone.

Principal Tang Guohong was displayed on the screen.

He answered the call immediately.

"headmaster."

"Xiaofeng, is everything going well at Huaqing?" Tang Guohong's voice was filled with his usual concern.

"It went very smoothly and we gained a lot," Lin Feng replied truthfully.

"That's good. I've received some news. Tomorrow morning, there will be a high-level internal academic exchange meeting on cutting-edge semiconductor technology in the main building lecture hall of Tsinghua University."

Tang Guohong's voice became more serious.

"The attendees included some of the top theorists and process experts in China's chip industry chain, as well as two senior scholars who returned from overseas and are familiar with the latest international developments. The level of participation was very high, and the discussions were likely to be very in-depth."

"I've secured a seat for you as an auditor. This is a rare opportunity that might inspire you or give you a different perspective."

Lin Feng's eyes lit up instantly.

This is exactly what he needs right now! Not dead knowledge from books, but a clash of ideas, cutting-edge insights that have not yet been put on paper!

"That's great! Thank you, Principal!" Lin Feng's voice was unusually urgent.

"The electronic invitation has been sent to your email. Use the code to enter. Remember, listen carefully, observe closely, and think critically," Tang Guohong instructed.

"I see."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng immediately opened his email.

A simple yet formal electronic invitation lay quietly there.

Below the title, his name is clearly printed: Lin Feng.

Below is a line of small print: Special guest invited to listen.

He took a deep breath and looked out the window at the night view of Huaqing Garden.

The accumulation of knowledge from books is nearing saturation, and the simulation and deduction have reached a critical juncture.

Tomorrow's exchange meeting, which brings together the domestic chip industry, might inspire him and help him refine his final theory!

He closed his computer and stopped entering the simulation space.

Instead, he unusually went to bed early to conserve his energy and prepare for tomorrow's academic exchange meeting.