Reborn in 2011, I am the chief designer of aerospace.

"Pfft... Five hundred pages of test data! I feel like my brain cells are about to be drained!"

After distributing the booklet to everyone, Li Ang, the instructor, left without saying a word.

In the multi-functional conference hall on the eighth floor, after a brief period of surprise, melancholy, and adjustment, the 80 "preparatory payload experts" finally came to terms with reality and began to diligently review the documents.

This place temporarily became their home ground.

The conference hall had many seats, hundreds of them, and Instructor Li hadn't clearly assigned any areas, so everyone just found a place to sit.

Even so, it still felt much more empty.

The six people in Song Xingye's dormitory were not far apart, but they were basically each in their own little world.

Cao Que, Guo Yanyang, Tao Shuo, and Fan Xiaoying all maintained social distancing with great restraint.

Only Chang Jian shamelessly sat next to Song Xingye in the front row, sighing for a long time.

"Giving us only three days to review so much material, even if we don't eat or sleep for two days, we still have to look at ten pages of data every hour, and then we have to finish writing down the errors and improvement suggestions on the last day. This is treating people like animals!"

In contrast, Song Xingye was much more composed, showing no sign of urgency on his face.

The questions in the first round of assessments were practically free points for him.

Even if he does nothing right now, with his "Fault Prediction Eye" skill, let alone a mere 500 pages of test data packages, even 5000 pages would be just a matter of glancing at it.

But Song Xingye did not intend to do that.

Chief Engineer Song also has his own ambitions and pride.

Of course, this doesn't mean he doesn't want to win.

He came to the Starry Sky Summer Camp with a bit of 'utilitarian' motives, hoping to use it as his first stepping stone into the Dongyu Group.

Therefore, first impressions are quite important.

But Song Xingye wanted to see how he could perform in this round of assessment without relying on his "Fault Prediction Eye" and only on the experience he had accumulated in his previous life.

I also want to assess the level of the other participants in this summer camp, which is hailed as a "genius crusher," a "battle of the gods," and a "gathering of geniuses."

Song Xingye looked up at the time and said:

"Two hours have passed since the three-day countdown began. How many pages of documents have you flipped through? The esteemed Chairman Chang of Beijing Institute of Technology, surely doesn't intend to be eliminated in the first round and slink away in disgrace, does he?"

Upon hearing this, Chang Jian immediately fell silent, turned around with a pout, and quietly began to study the booklet.

Song Xingye smiled and continued reading with his head down.

From the first light of dawn to the fall of dusk.

Except for lunch at the B1 level and going to the restroom, everyone stayed quietly in the conference room, patiently reviewing the documents in their hands.

Looking at the footage coming from the conference room's camera, Li Ang smiled and said:

"To be honest, after reviewing these students' resumes, I felt our elimination system was too cruel. No matter how outstanding their performance, if they fall into the bottom seven in a single round, they have to leave. What a pity!"

Chief Engineer Liang, who took time out of his busy schedule to come over, said in a very serious tone:

"Elimination doesn't mean rejection. You can still shine in a regular internship position within the group, it's just that the training path is different. We're selecting the most outstanding talents, the ones who will lead the way in the future, so we can only choose the best of the best."

On the other side, Lei, the deputy instructor from the First Academy, nodded and said, "Judging from their current performance, the students are at least very determined to sit on the sidelines and have not become anxious because of the large amount of data."

Lin, an engineer from the Fifth Academy, chuckled and said, "In this round of assessments, the test of composure is just a minor part. To become an aerospace engineer, being able to sit on the sidelines for long periods is a basic skill. Next, we'll look at their sensitivity to data and their attention to detail."

Chen, an engineer from the Eighth Institute, seized the opportunity to ask, "But isn't it a bit excessive to dig such a big hole for the first round of assessment?"

Engineer Lei and Engineer Lin merely glanced at Engineer Chen, seemingly not finding it excessive.

Of course, they didn't want to talk to each other.

The bigwigs from the First and Fifth Affiliated Hospitals, as always, banded together to look down on the Eighth Affiliated Hospital.

Chief Engineer Liang replied in a manner that treated everyone equally:

"It is not excessive to apply any rules to the selection of aerospace talent. Because aerospace engineering is different from other engineering fields, such as vehicle engineering, food engineering, and civil engineering, which generally do not require pushing the limits of science."

"And in space engineering, we must be fully prepared from the very beginning, without holding back anything. It's either success or failure. If we don't dare to go all in, the laws of physics will teach us a harsh lesson."

"These students are all fresh out of school and haven't experienced the harsh realities of physics yet. If they think this is just the first round of testing and become complacent, then unfortunately, elimination is inevitable..."

A group of bigwigs gathered in front of the surveillance screen, commenting on the "preparatory payload experts" with great interest.

Song Xingye, who was sitting in the multi-functional conference hall, suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

He subconsciously glanced up at the camera, then shook his head, picked up his pen again, and continued writing and calculating on the paper.

"Based on the telemetry data analysis of the area, it is easy to determine that the second-stage rocket engine will malfunction."

"The predicted failure is as follows: the pressure sensor conduit connecting the rocket's liquid oxygen system will crack 4 minutes after ignition. Subsequently, the conduit will fatigue and rupture due to the high load generated by engine vibration and the loosening of the clamps used to restrain the conduit."

"Subsequently, liquid oxygen leaks from the heat insulation layer around the engine, leading to overcooling of engine components, the formation of large amounts of frozen material and frost, ultimately causing the engine to shut down prematurely or even disintegrate unexpectedly!"

"The suggested improvement is to replace the axial support of the composite material high-pressure gas cylinder inside the secondary oxygen tank, and..."

After a day of reviewing, Song Xingye finally found the first mistake.

A not-so-difficult mistake.

With 20 years of experience in the field, Chief Engineer Song can immediately provide targeted solutions without even consulting textbooks or case studies.

He twisted his neck, thinking that this assessment was indeed quite tricky.

I searched all day before finding the first mistake; it was hidden way too well.

He almost doubted whether he had missed the key points or some hidden loopholes.

"Alright, let's keep scrolling... If we really miss any errors, there's always the 'Fault Prediction Eye' to cover it up..."

With his cheat-like abilities, Song Xingye was naturally calm and composed.

As night fell, although it was well past closing time, the conference hall remained brightly lit, and none of the students showed any sign of leaving.

It seems they've all decided to work overtime.

It wasn't until 11 p.m. that people gradually closed their files, got up, and left, dragging their tired bodies.

When Chang Jian saw the thick stack of well-worn booklets on Song Xingye's desk, he was speechless with astonishment:

"Holy crap... Hoshino, this must be at least three hundred pages long, and you finished it in just one day? That's insane efficiency!"

Cao Que, Guo Yanyang, Tao Shuo, and Fan Xiaoying, who were also going to the family compound with him, all perked up their ears upon hearing this.

They themselves had only flipped through about two hundred pages, never expecting there to be someone even more impressive among them.

Song Xingye just smiled modestly, "You're not slow either, look how thick it is, almost two hundred pages."

"Don't make fun of me. All five of you are much better than me. If I don't stay up until midnight tonight, I won't even be able to see your taillights..."

Chang Jian sighed dejectedly.

Although he is a bit too smooth, he does keep his word and works hard in private.

When Song Xingye went to bed, he saw Chang Jian with a flashlight in his mouth, huddled under the covers, rustling through documents.

Afraid of disturbing his roommate's rest, he turned the flashlight brightness very low, trying to make as little noise as possible.

Song Xingye clicked his tongue. This kid is quite ambitious!

……

The next day, Chang Jian, with dark circles under his eyes and panting, ran into the conference hall carrying a bag.

"Where did they go? They disappeared after breakfast!"

Once Song Xingye got to know him better, he started teasing him, "I thought you couldn't stand the hardship, so you bought a ticket and ran away early this morning. Before you left, you didn't forget to get a free breakfast."

"Give me a break! I'm the student council president, do you think I'd desert my post?" Chang Jian slammed the bag on the table, panting as he retorted.

"Besides, Beijing Institute of Technology is less than 10 kilometers away. Why would I need to buy a bus ticket? I can just ride a bicycle back!"

As he spoke, he opened the plastic bag as if presenting a treasure, and poured out a bunch of colorful medicine boxes.

"Look at this! Renhe Shine, Zhenshimin, Bausch & Lomb... I've bought out all the eye drops in the surrounding pharmacies. Come on, one bottle each, no more!"