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

The morning light shines on the heavily guarded research base.

The atmosphere in the meeting room of the Fuxi project team was unusually somber, quite out of place with the hopeful morning light.

Lin Feng stood in front of the demonstration screen, which displayed the perfect and precise structural blueprint of the Fuxi.

His voice was steady, yet carried a subtle hint of hardness.

"Everyone, after two years of unremitting efforts, all theoretical designs and simulation verifications of Fuxi have been completed."

"In theory, it has all the capabilities for space travel and reuse."

Around the conference table, the core members of the project team are all top experts in their respective fields in China.

Their faces showed no joy, only deep helplessness and frustration.

An elderly professor in charge of materials science adjusted his glasses and spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Mr. Lin, your theory is impeccable. But we're stuck at the last and most fundamental hurdle—the manufacturing process."

He picked up a report from the table, his tone heavy.

"Based on your design specifications, the 'Mysterious Iron' special composite material we need requires an instantaneous melting temperature exceeding 30,000 degrees Celsius."

"Furthermore, molecular-level directional alignment is required under ultra-high pressure. With our existing industrial equipment, the limit is only 20,000 degrees Celsius, and the pressure is far from sufficient."

Another expert in charge of the power system then added, his brow furrowed.

"The core blades of the combined cycle engine are designed to withstand high-temperature combustion gases exceeding 2,500 degrees Celsius."

"At the same time, it also needed to possess extremely high strength and fatigue resistance. We tested hundreds of alloy and coating options..."

He shook his head bitterly.

"The best sample deformed in less than ten minutes at 1800 degrees Celsius. It's far from meeting the design requirements."

"There's also the energy conduction system, precision machining accuracy..."

One problem after another was raised.

Each one is like a cold, high wall, standing between ideals and reality.

These experts, who had once doubted Lin Feng's age, now looked at him with admiration and regret.

It was Lin Feng's brilliant idea that brought them to unprecedented heights.

This gave them a glimpse of the dawn of China's aerospace take-off.

However, it also made them acutely aware of the shortcomings in their own industrial base.

Lin Feng listened in silence, his gaze sweeping across the screen at the Fuxi ship that seemed ready to burst forth at any moment.

It was flawless in the simulated space, with every ignition, takeoff, atmospheric passage, and orbital maneuver as smooth as art.

But here, in the real world, it is firmly imprisoned on the blueprints by seemingly ordinary technological constraints.

He knew this wasn't a design problem.

This is a problem of our times.

The entire national industrial system has not yet reached a level sufficient to support the advanced technologies he envisions.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the turmoil in his heart.

"I see."

Lin Feng's voice rang out clearly in the quiet conference room.

"This is not everyone's fault; we have moved too fast, and the road beneath our feet needs time to be laid solidly."

"I will report the situation truthfully to the highest level."

……

The notification of the project's suspension was quickly relayed from higher-ups.

Despite their reluctance and the pent-up anger, everyone knew that this was the most rational decision at the moment.

After signing the highest level of confidentiality agreement, the project team, which brought together countless efforts and wisdom, was temporarily disbanded.

The experts will return to their respective posts, bringing with them the valuable experience and insights gained from the Fuxi project, to quietly drive progress in related fields.

They await the day when the nation's industrial level will leap forward, at which point they will be reconvened.

Lin Feng was the last to leave the base.

He stood at the gate, looking back at the place where he had poured two years of his youth and passion.

There was no sense of failure, only a clearer understanding and a renewed determination after reflection.

Fuxi is just the beginning. He needs to tailor more technologies for this era that can be implemented and quickly form combat power!

He dialed Academician Tang Guohong's number.

"Principal, the project... has been suspended."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Mr. Tang's gentle yet powerful voice.

"Child, I know now. Don't be discouraged, you've done so well, better than any of us could have imagined."

"This is not the end. Even if only one-tenth of the theories you proposed are realized, it will be enough to advance our related fields by leaps and bounds."

"You have shown us the direction of the future and the path we are on. This in itself is an invaluable contribution."

Hearing the old man's comforting words, Lin Feng felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

"Thank you, Principal, I understand. I just wanted to ask you for a few days off to go home and visit my family."

"Approved! You'll have a week off to spend time with your parents and relax. You've worked so hard these past two years."

Old Tang readily agreed, his tone full of concern.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng looked up at the sky and let out a long breath.

It's been two years.

He can finally go home.

Due to confidentiality regulations, he has been almost completely cut off from the outside world for the past two years.

I can only let my parents know I'm safe through occasional, censored, brief phone calls that are allowed.

He knew that his parents must be filled with worry and longing.

They left the base in dedicated vehicles and then transferred to civilian transportation.

When the familiar cityscape came into view again, Lin Feng felt as if he had been transported to another world.

He didn't tell his parents, wanting to give them a surprise.

Dragging his simple luggage, he stood at the door of his familiar home.

His heart skipped a beat when he pressed the doorbell.

The door was suddenly pulled open.

What appeared behind the door was Su Wenqing's mother's face, filled with worry and surprise.

She seemed to have lost some weight, and the wrinkles around her eyes appeared to have deepened.

"Little...Little Maple?"

Su Wenqing stared blankly at her tall, upright, and composed son outside the door, almost unable to recognize him.

In two years, Lin Feng grew much taller.

Years of intense work and thinking have stripped him of the last trace of his youthful naiveté.

His eyes became more profound, and he exuded a composure and restraint that came from the trials and tribulations he had endured.

"Mom, I'm home."

Lin Feng looked at his mother and a genuinely relaxed and warm smile appeared on his face, the first one in two years.

"Son! It's my son who's back!"

Su Wenqing's eyes instantly reddened, and she hugged Lin Feng tightly, her voice choked with emotion.

"You little rascal, how come you've lost so much weight? Did you not eat properly while you were out?"

At this moment, Lin Guodong, who had heard the commotion, also rushed out of the study.

Upon seeing Lin Feng, this usually carefree man's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

"It's good that you're back! It's good that you're back!"

He patted Lin Feng's shoulder hard, his voice loud, but he couldn't hide the slight tremor in his voice.

Lin Feng smiled without saying a word, enjoying the long-lost, unreserved warmth of family affection.

Soon, the dining table was filled with Lin Feng's favorite dishes.

The couple kept putting food on his plate and watching him eat, as if they couldn't get enough of looking at him.

They didn't press Lin Feng about where he had gone or what he had done in the past two years.

All they knew was that their son was doing something important for the country.

that's enough.

Looking at the few gray hairs that had quietly appeared at his parents' temples, Lin Feng secretly made a vow in his heart.

Fuxi temporarily went into hibernation.

But his steps forward will never stop.

The warmth of home dispelled the gloom of the project's suspension.

It also injected new energy into him.

A short rest is for a more powerful start next time.