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

Lin Feng stood in front of the whiteboard, the pen in his hand like the most precise conductor's baton.

The formula derivation is smooth and flowing, the structural analysis is clear and thorough, and the logical chain is seamless.

Faced with increasingly tricky and insightful questions posed by Liao, a leading expert, he responded with ease and fluency.

It not only perfectly explains the original design intention and theoretical basis, but also often leads to deeper optimization possibilities and solutions for preventing potential problems.

The feeling wasn't like a young person answering a senior's test, but more like a chief engineer explaining to his colleagues a well-thought-out and meticulously refined solution.

Academician Liao Zhenguo's initial serious scrutiny was gradually replaced by amazement, admiration, and a kind of ecstatic joy at discovering a priceless treasure.

When Lin Feng completely dispelled the last question about the "redundancy design of the full authority digital fly-by-wire flight control system" with a simple yet robust multi-layer backup theory.

Old Liao slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly!

"Good! Good! Good!"

He said "good" three times in a row, his voice so loud that it made the office windows rattle slightly.

The old academician's face smoothed out every wrinkle, his eyes shone brightly, and there was no longer any doubt, only pure excitement and admiration.

"The younger generation is truly formidable! I've spent my entire life working with airplanes, and I've never seen such a young person with such clear thinking and such a solid theoretical foundation!"

He strode up to Lin Feng and patted him hard on the shoulder, the force carrying the weight and recognition unique to the older generation of soldiers.

"Comrade Lin Feng, to be honest, the Longyuan project was approved by the highest levels immediately after receiving the materials forwarded by Lao Tang!"

"Confidentiality level: Top Secret! Resource protection: Highest priority!"

Old Liao stared intently at Lin Feng, his tone more solemn and sincere than ever before.

"My purpose in coming here today is merely to formalize the so-called assessment. My real intention is to extend my sincerest invitation to you on behalf of the nation and all future members of the Longyuan Project!"

"Comrade Lin Feng, would you be willing to join the Longyuan project team as the deputy chief designer, and together with us, transform this epoch-making blueprint into a steel eagle guarding the blue sky of our motherland?!"

Lin Feng met Liao Lao's ardent gaze, his clear eyes reflecting the same determination and responsibility.

"I am willing. Mr. Liao, it is my honor and my responsibility."

"Great! Hahaha!" Old Liao laughed heartily, feeling extremely happy.

"No time to lose! Xiaofeng, get ready, we're leaving immediately! The project base is in the Northwest, conditions might be tough, but it's quiet and safe there, perfect for focusing on the task at hand!"

"Yes!" Lin Feng stood at attention and replied.

He didn't even go back to his dormitory to pack his luggage—important documents were already with him, and Zhao Weiguo would arrange for personal belongings later.

That afternoon, Lin Feng bid farewell to Principal Tang Guohong and boarded a special plane with Liao Lao and his entourage, flying towards the vast and mysterious Northwest Gobi Desert.

……

Below the wings, the city lights and green fields were gradually replaced by the boundless yellow desert and the continuous mountain range.

Finally, the plane landed on a concealed military runway.

The jeep drove along the bumpy dirt road for a long time before a cluster of low buildings appeared ahead, almost blending into the surrounding environment.

This is the cradle of the Longyuan Project, codenamed the Sharpening Sword Base.

Lin Feng was greeted by dozens of pairs of eyes, some curious, some scrutinizing, and some clearly resentful.

The core members of the project team are all top experts and technical masters who have been immersed in related fields in China for decades.

The sudden appointment of a deputy chief designer who is only eighteen or nineteen years old and has a youthful appearance almost inevitably leads to skepticism.

However, these doubts vanished at an astonishing speed after Lin Feng officially began his work.

When Lin Feng chaired his first technical coordination meeting, he faced a barrage of questions from a group of senior experts regarding the material's properties.

Without consulting any documents, he directly listed on the whiteboard a detailed comparison of the performance, process difficulties, and cost estimates of seven different material formulations, with the data accurate to three decimal places.

The engine team was stuck on combustion chamber stability for weeks, arguing endlessly.

Lin Feng spent only one afternoon developing a completely new airflow organization scheme in the simulation program, along with a rigorous fluid dynamics derivation process, thus solving the problem in one fell swoop.

When contradictions arose in the structural strength calculations, several groups each held their own opinion.

Lin Feng retrieved the original design model and conducted a three-hour-long joint simulation of extreme loads under multiple working conditions. He accurately located the root cause of the problem and provided three optimization solutions.

His knowledge is unfathomable, his thinking is sharp as a knife, and what's even more frightening is his composure beyond his years and his almost abnormal grasp of engineering details.

Gradually, the title "Vice President Lin" transformed from a polite and distant address into one that conveyed genuine respect and trust.

Skeptical glances were replaced by amazement and admiration.

"How is this guy's head even structured?"

"With Vice President Lin around, I feel confident about even the toughest challenges."

Such discussions began to circulate privately.

Old Liao saw everything and was extremely gratified, which made him even more confident in entrusting the core work to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng did not betray that trust.

He acts like the most precise lubricant and catalyst, efficiently propelling the massive and complex machine of Longyuan forward.

With Liao Lao's support, he gradually released the complete theoretical system of Longyuan, stored in his mind and encrypted devices, in batches and systematically.

Each document is so detailed it's almost unbelievable; it could be used directly for workshop processing and code writing.

Looking at the mountain of technical documents, yet so well-organized and of immeasurable value.

Old Liao was deeply shocked once again. The look in his eyes when he looked at Lin Feng was not only one of appreciation, but also a kind of cherishing and care as if he were treating a national treasure.

He overruled objections and directly granted Lin Feng the highest decision-making authority at the technical level.

Time passed by amidst the daily lights and roar of the base.

Two months passed in the blink of an eye.

Thanks to the tireless efforts of all project team members, the prototype of the Longyuan attack helicopter has completed more than 60% of its component manufacturing and initial assembly.

A futuristic steel skeleton gradually emerged inside the massive assembly plant.

The framework is complete; all that remains is to infuse it with the core components, the heart and the brain.

The dawn of victory is already in sight.

……

On this day, after processing a batch of flight control system calibration reports, Lin Feng did not immediately move on to the next task as usual.

He took the documents and went to Liao Lao's equally simple office.

"Mr. Liao, there's something I'd like to discuss with you," Lin Feng said calmly.

"Oh? Xiao Feng, come in, come in. What's the matter?" Old Liao took off his reading glasses, his smile kind.

"I'd like to... ask for a leave of absence," Lin Feng said.

"A request for leave?" Old Liao was clearly taken aback, quite surprised.

He had witnessed Lin Feng's performance over the past two months.

Apart from the mandatory rest time, this young man devoted almost all his energy to the project.

Diligent, focused, and selfless.

He almost thought Lin Feng was a research machine that didn't need a personal life.

"Mm." Lin Feng nodded, a rare, gentle smile typical of young people appearing on his face.

"I've been away from home for a long time, and it's been several years since I've been home to spend Chinese New Year with my parents. This year, I want to go back and visit them."

He paused, then added, "Besides, I promised a friend that we'd get together if I went back to Chongqing for the Chinese New Year."

Upon hearing this, a look of understanding and satisfaction flashed in Old Liao's eyes.

That's more like it. No matter how talented someone is, they are still a young person with flesh and blood, family, and concerns.

"It's time to go back and take a look!" Old Liao waved his hand and readily agreed.

"The project is progressing smoothly. The framework is all set up. The remaining integration and debugging of the core components are no problem with me here and with so many old buddies!"

"Go back home with peace of mind, spend some quality time with your parents, and relax a bit. A string stretched too tight is bound to snap."

"Thank you, Mr. Liao!" Lin Feng expressed his sincere gratitude.

"However," Liao Lao's expression turned serious, and his tone became solemn.

"Xiao Feng, you know the rules. You can't mention a single word about anything that happened at the base after you leave. This is a rule, but more importantly, it's for your and your family's protection."

"I understand, Elder Liao. I will strictly abide by the confidentiality regulations," Lin Feng replied solemnly.

The formalities were completed quickly.

A special vehicle disguised as a civilian SUV took Lin Feng and Zhao Weiguo, who had already been notified to come and meet him, away from the desert.

Crossing the Gobi Desert and traversing the mountains.

When the familiar atmosphere of the city rushed towards him again, Lin Feng felt a long-lost sense of... trepidation upon returning home.

The plane landed smoothly at Jiangbei Airport in Chongqing.

Stepping out of the cabin, the humid and warm air, mixed with the faint, spicy aroma of hot pot broth, instantly enveloped him.

This is the taste of home.

Terminal.

Lin Guodong and Su Wenqing were already standing on tiptoe, craning their necks, anxiously searching through the bustling crowd.

When that tall, familiar yet seemingly more composed and reserved figure appeared in sight with a gentle smile.

The two elderly people's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

"Dad! Mom!"

Lin Feng quickened his pace, walked through the crowd, and came to his parents.

He opened his arms and embraced the two elders tightly.

This hug came too long ago.

Lin Guodong patted his son's back forcefully, his voice choked with emotion: "You brat! You finally know how to come back!"

Su Wenqing was already sobbing uncontrollably, but she held her son tightly, as if she wanted to meld him into her very bones.

"Mom and Dad, I'm back." Lin Feng's voice was a little hoarse, and his face showed the purest and warmest smile after all the burdens had been lifted.

Home is always the warmest harbor.