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

Lin Feng stood up and quickly washed his face. He did look rather disheveled in the mirror—unshaven, with sunken eyes and hair a mess like a bird's nest. But his eyes were strikingly bright.

He changed into a clean shirt, picked up the encrypted hard drive containing all the data, and went out the door.

Mr. Chen's office is at the end of the corridor.

When I pushed the door open, Old Chen was standing by the window, his back to the door. Hearing the sound, he turned around, his gaze falling on Lin Feng's face and lingering for a few seconds.

"are you sure?"

He didn't exchange pleasantries or formalities; he started with those five words. His voice was soft, but each word seemed to carry a thousand pounds.

Lin Feng understood the weight of those words.

They all understood what controlled nuclear fusion meant—it wasn't just the power source for the Vermilion Bird, nor was it merely a question of whether sixth-generation fighter jets could take flight. It was the key to an energy revolution, a ladder to civilizational advancement, and a bargaining chip in the struggle for national destiny.

Whoever masters controlled nuclear fusion will hold the reins for the next century.

"I'm sure, Mr. Chen," Lin Feng replied without the slightest hesitation.

He walked to his desk and placed the hard drive on it: "All the theories are here. From plasma physics to magnetic field design, from material selection to engineering implementation, it's 100% complete."

Mr. Chen did not immediately go to get the hard drive.

He looked at Lin Feng for a long time. In those eyes that had seen so much, there was scrutiny, expectation, and an almost tragic determination.

"Lin Feng," Old Chen said slowly, "you need to know how much resources we would waste, how much time we would lose, and how many people's expectations we would disappoint if this theory were wrong or had major flaws."

"I know." Lin Feng looked directly into his eyes, "but if this theory is correct, we can light up a sun."

The office was silent for a few seconds.

Birds are chirping in the sycamore trees outside the window. Morning light filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the desk.

"Okay." Old Chen finally uttered a single word.

He picked up the phone and dialed an internal line: "This is Chen Jixian. Summon everyone on the list to Beijing immediately. Yes, right now."

After hanging up the phone, he looked at Lin Feng and said, "You rest here. Everyone will be here in half a day."

"I don't need to rest," Lin Feng shook his head. "I'll just sit here with you for a while."

Mr. Chen didn't insist. He pointed to the sofa, then returned to his desk and began processing urgent documents.

Lin Feng sat down on the sofa, but didn't actually rest. He closed his eyes, and his consciousness re-entered the system simulation space.

As the holographic projection unfolds, the neural network architecture diagram of the artificial intelligence Pangu floats in the air. Billions of nodes flicker, and information flows like a galaxy.

"Ethical Constraints Module, Thirty-Seventh Optimization".

He adjusted several key parameters, increasing the weights for value alignment and goal stability. He then ran a simulation—in the face of a moral dilemma, the artificial intelligence chose to protect human life rather than pursue efficiency maximization.

well.

In the real world, time flows quietly.

Mr. Chen's office was quiet, with only the sound of documents being turned and the occasional ring of the telephone. Each time the phone rang, Mr. Chen would answer it quickly and give concise instructions.

Lin Feng could tell the weight of those instructions—mobilizing special planes, coordinating railways, arranging confidential receptions… the entire national machinery was operating at high speed for this meeting.

At 10 a.m., the first batch of experts arrived.

Through the windows, one could see black cars driving into the gates of the Chinese Academy of Sciences. Most of the people getting out of the cars had white hair, walked hurriedly, and had doubts and solemn expressions on their faces.

The second group arrived at 11:00 AM.

At twelve o'clock, the third batch...

By 2 p.m., the meeting room was full of people.

Old Chen glanced at his watch, then stood up: "Let's go."

The two walked out of the office and down the long corridor. As they passed several laboratories, some young researchers curiously peeked in, only to be quietly stopped by their supervisor.

The conference room is on the third floor and is the largest in the entire institute.

As Lin Feng pushed open the door, his first impression was of heat—not the temperature, but the atmosphere. Hundreds of experts filled the conference room, their hushed conversations like the buzzing of bees. The air was thick with the scents of tea leaves and cigarettes, and a tense sense of anticipation.

When Old Chen and Lin Feng walked in, all the sounds stopped abruptly.

More than a hundred pairs of eyes turned to look at them.

The gazes were complex—some were curious, some scrutinizing, some impatient, and a few recognized Lin Feng, their eyes flashing with shock.

Old Chen walked to the front of the stage and, without any opening remarks, began to speak directly:

"Everyone, I apologize for gathering you all here so urgently."

He paused, then raised his voice: "I've invited everyone here today for only one thing—to demonstrate a theory."

A slight commotion arose in the conference room.

"What theory are you proving?" an elderly expert with white hair in the front row couldn't help but ask. "Professor Chen, my next experiment with the EAST device is scheduled for next week. I'm leaving now..."

"Academician Li," Chen interrupted him, "if this theory holds true, the EAST device can be decommissioned."

This statement was like a bomb, detonating in the conference room.

"What?!"

"Mr. Chen, what do you mean by that?"

What theory could lead to the retirement of EAST?

A chorus of doubts arose. Those sitting here are all authorities in the field of controlled nuclear fusion; many have dedicated their entire lives to that device, like their own child. Now, Professor Chen says with a single sentence that it should be decommissioned. This is not just a technical issue, but also an emotional shock.

Mr. Chen did not explain, but stepped aside to make room for him.

"Comrade Lin Feng," he said, "you introduce him."

Lin Feng walked to the front of the stage.

When the young man stood under the light, the skepticism in the meeting room grew even louder.

"Who is this young man?"

"He looks like he's not even thirty yet, right?"

"Mr. Chen, you're not joking, are you?"

Lin Feng ignored the noise. He turned on the projector and inserted the hard drive into the port.

The large screen lights up, and the title of the first page appears:

Project Nuwa – A Complete Technical Solution for Miniaturized Controlled Nuclear Fusion Reactors

Upon seeing the word "miniaturization," the meeting room fell silent instantly.

It's not a quiet of agreement, it's a quiet of utter absurdity.

"Esteemed seniors," Lin Feng began, his voice calm, "I am Lin Feng. What I will be demonstrating next is a complete scheme for achieving controlled nuclear fusion."

He pressed the page-turning button.

The second page contains a three-dimensional cross-sectional view of the device—a spherical tokamak with a diameter of only 6 meters, its structure as compact as a metal heart.

"Whoosh—"

The meeting room exploded.

"Six meters? ITER's diameter is 19 meters! EAST is also 8 meters!"

"How can the magnetic field strength be guaranteed for such a small size?"

"Can the plasma confinement time exceed 10 seconds?"

A torrent of doubts surged forth. But Lin Feng didn't stop; he continued turning the pages.

Page 3, Magnetic field configuration design diagram.

The complex distribution of magnetic field lines resembles an abstract painting. But an expert can immediately see its ingenuity—it is a configuration they have never seen before, neither a standard tokamak nor a stellarator, but a completely new and optimized structure.

The criticism subsided somewhat.

Page 4, Plasma Parameter Table.

Constraint time: 1800 seconds.

Fusion triple product: 5×10^21 keV·s/m³.

Energy gain factor Q: 35.

When these three data points appeared on the screen, the conference room fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared at the screen, eyes wide and mouths slightly agape, as if frozen in place.

1800 seconds – EAST’s best time is 100 seconds.

Q value 35 — ITER's goal is Q=10, which has not yet been achieved.

This is not just a breakthrough, this is a subversion.

"This is impossible." Academician Li, sitting in the front row, was the first to stand up, his voice hoarse. "How did you calculate these data?"

"It wasn't calculated," Lin Feng replied, "it was designed."

He pulled up the next set of charts—mathematical derivation process, physical model, simulation verification curves…each page was densely packed with information, but the logic was impeccable.

"The magnetic field configuration adopts a brand-new multi-pole magnetic mirror structure, which can achieve high-strength confinement in a small size."

"The heating method abandons the traditional neutral beam injection and adopts a composite scheme of alpha particle self-heating and electron cyclotron resonance, which improves efficiency by 300%."

"The first wall material is a nanocrystalline tungsten alloy that I designed, with a temperature limit of 3000K and a five-fold improvement in radiation resistance."

He explained it page by page, answering each question one by one.

At first, there were doubts and interruptions. But gradually, only Lin Feng's voice and the sound of turning over documents remained in the conference room.

The experts began to bury themselves in the tablets in front of them—Lin Feng had already distributed all the materials. Some took out their reading glasses, some took out calculators, and some directly derived formulas on paper.

Two hours later.

When Lin Feng finished explaining the design of the last subsystem—the tritium self-sustaining circulation system—the conference room remained quiet.

But that quiet was completely different.

It is no longer a silence of doubt, nor a silence of shock, but a silence of utter conquest, a silence that needs time to process.

Academician Li took off his glasses, rubbed his temples, and then put them back on. He looked at Lin Feng for a long time.

Then, he slowly stood up.

The elderly academician, who had dedicated forty years to the cause of controlled nuclear fusion in China, choked up slightly:

"Comrade Lin... Comrade Lin."

He paused, then took a deep breath:

"If this theory could actually be realized..."

He didn't finish speaking, but everyone understood.

That means that humanity has mastered the power of the sun.