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

Chen Jingming instantly understood Principal Tang's intention.

The conversation that was about to take place in the office was something they were not allowed to eavesdrop on.

He immediately stood up and gestured for the still excited and bewildered Lin Guodong and his wife to proceed, his tone gentle yet authoritative:

"Mr. Lin, Mrs. Lin, the principal and student Lin Feng still have some academic issues to discuss in depth. Let me take you to the lounge to rest for a while."

Although Lin Guodong and Su Wenqing were confused, they noticed the change in atmosphere and quickly nodded, following Chen Jingming out of the office.

As they were leaving, they glanced at Lin Feng with concern, and Lin Feng returned a reassuring look.

The heavy wooden door to the office closed gently, shutting out all outside noise.

Only an old man and a young boy remained in the room.

Academician Tang Guohong did not return to his office chair, but instead took the document and led Lin Feng to sit on the sofa next to him.

His gaze, no longer gentle as before, became sharp like that of a precision instrument, fixed intently on Lin Feng.

"Lin Feng," Tang Guohong's voice was deep and serious, "there are only the two of us here now."

"The things you gave me, every formula and every idea, are far beyond the comprehension of a high school student, or even many senior researchers."

"I need you to tell me yourself, did you really do all of this on your own?"

The test is here!

Lin Feng understood.

The old man wasn't suspecting him of plagiarism, but rather the matter was of great importance, and he needed to be 100% certain of the source and reliability of the knowledge.

"Yes, Principal Tang, all of this was done by me." Lin Feng's answer was without the slightest hesitation, his gaze clear and frank.

"Okay." Tang Guohong nodded, spread the documents out on the coffee table, and pointed to one of the complex derivations about "particle injection stability model under ultra-high temperature turbulent state".

"Then, please explain this part to me. I'm not testing you, but I want to hear about the underlying logic and thought process you used to build this model."

This is an extremely tricky and professional approach, and it cannot be solved by simply memorizing the answers.

It directly addresses researchers' core understanding and creative ability regarding knowledge.

Lin Feng took a deep breath, showing no sign of stage fright.

He leaned forward slightly and began to explain.

From the limitations of classical fluid dynamics to the introduction of quantum-level microscopic perturbation corrections.

From the changes in the activity of molecules on the surface of materials under extreme environments, to how to precisely intervene through external energy fields to achieve dynamic equilibrium...

He spoke eloquently, using precise and fluent language.

It not only perfectly explained the contents of the document, but also derived many deeper deductions and several possible optimization directions that were never written down.

He seemed not to be answering questions, but rather sketching out a vast and intricate scientific blueprint.

Academician Tang Guohong listened quietly, his initial sharp scrutinizing gaze gradually replaced by focus and amazement.

He would sometimes frown in deep thought, sometimes nod in realization, and occasionally he would interrupt Lin Feng to ask deeper questions about a certain detail.

Lin Feng always manages to provide clear and insightful answers.

This question-and-answer session lasted for nearly an hour.

Inside the office, only Lin Feng's clear voice and Tang Guohong's occasional questions could be heard.

The air was thick with the heat of intellectual exchange.

Finally, Academician Tang Guohong leaned back on the sofa and let out a long, slow breath.

The last trace of doubt in his eyes vanished completely, replaced by the ecstasy of discovering a rare treasure and an indescribable sense of awe.

"The younger generation is truly formidable...the younger generation is indeed formidable!"

He muttered to himself, repeatedly pondering those four words, his gaze complex as he looked at the excessively young face before him.

At this moment, he was absolutely certain that the young man before him was a true, once-in-a-century genius!

The value of the theory he possesses is immeasurable!

"Lin Feng," Tang Guohong's tone became extremely solemn, "your theories are completely correct in their direction, and even... point us to a shortcut to a completely new field."

"I will report this material immediately with the highest level of confidentiality."

"However," he changed the subject, his expression turning serious, "you should understand that for such a grand project, this forward-looking theoretical concept alone is not enough to convince the higher-ups to invest huge resources to launch it."

His gaze was intense, filled with encouragement and expectation: "You need to produce something more solid and convincing."

"Whether it's a more in-depth theoretical deduction, a technological breakthrough solution for key nodes, or even... a rough but more concrete overall framework."

"Do you get me?"

Lin Feng met his gaze and instantly understood its deeper meaning.

Tang Guohong was telling him: There's no need to hold back anymore, just show off all your talent!

What a nation needs is solid, reliable evidence to support its decision-making.

As long as he can prove that Fuxi is not just a castle in the air, then all obstacles will give way to him.

As for why he was able to acquire this knowledge... it became a secondary question in the face of achievements that could change the fate of the nation.

"I understand, Principal!" Lin Feng's voice was firm and strong. "I will compile more detailed information as soon as possible."

"Good! Good!" Tang Guohong smiled with satisfaction. He stood up and patted Lin Feng's shoulder hard.

"The school will provide you with all the necessary support!"

After the conversation ended, Tang Guohong personally escorted Lin Feng to the office door and called over Chen Jingming, who was waiting outside.

"Jingming," Tang Guohong instructed solemnly, "arrange a single dormitory room for Lin Feng. The environment should be quiet and the privacy should be good."

"Lin Feng's upcoming studies and research will be quite special, requiring an environment where he will not be disturbed at all."

Chen Jingming was startled and immediately straightened his back: "Yes, Principal! I'll arrange it right away!"

His gaze toward Lin Feng changed once again.

It is extremely rare in the history of Harbin Institute of Technology for a single dormitory room to be arranged by the president himself!

Lin Guodong and Su Wenqing were somewhat surprised to learn that their son had been assigned a single dormitory room, but they were relieved to see that the room was in good condition.

The couple gave Lin Feng many more detailed instructions and stayed with him at the school's guesthouse for one night.

The next day, the three of them had a cozy breakfast at the school cafeteria.

"Son, your parents are going back now. You must take good care of yourself here all by yourself." Su Wenqing's eyes were red as she straightened Lin Feng's collar.

"Don't worry, Mom, I can take care of myself," Lin Feng reassured her with a smile.

"Call Dad if anything happens, and tell me if you need more money!" Lin Guodong was as generous as ever, stuffing a bank card into Lin Feng's hand.

Lin Feng did not refuse; he knew this was his parents' way of expressing love.

After seeing his parents off, Lin Feng returned alone to his single suite in a quiet corner of the dormitory building.

The room is spacious and bright, with a private bathroom, a desk and wardrobe, and lush green trees outside the window.

This will be his battlefield for a long time to come.

He locked the door, drew the curtains, and the room instantly fell silent.

He walked to the desk, sat down, opened his laptop, and his eyes became sharp and focused.

"It's time to bring out more real stuff."

He muttered to himself, a confident smile curving his lips.

His consciousness sank into his mind, and the vast and boundless knowledge about the Fuxi ship unfolded before his eyes like a galaxy.

His hands were on the keyboard, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

The next, more substantial report, closer to the core technology, began to flow from his fingertips.

He knew that what he would submit next would no longer be just a stepping stone.

It was a thunderclap that shook the entire Chinese aerospace industry!