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

As they were talking, Chang Jian casually handed Song Xingye a bottle of Zhenshiming eye drops, which had a picture of Han Geng as the spokesperson on it.

Then, Cao Que, Guo Yanyang, Tao Shuo, and Fan Xiaoying, who shared a dormitory room, each got a bottle, and finally, they gave them out to the people around them.

The eye drops really worked. After everyone put in a few drops, their sore eyes felt much better.

Since they had received the eye drops, the students thanked them politely, and the atmosphere in the conference hall became somewhat harmonious for a moment.

Not far away, Jiang Mian, who had been secretly observing Song Xingye all day, pulled her roommate Zhao Yuehe over and said with a grin:

"Song, your roommate is such a kind person!"

Song Xingye said, "This guy is a real social butterfly; no wonder he became the student council president."

"What is a She Niu?" Jiang Mian tilted her head and asked.

"Hmm... it means you're really good at socializing, right?"

While we were chatting, Chang Jian returned happily, holding his phone, after sending out a bunch of eye drops.

He winked mischievously and said, "This time, I've added several top students from Jilin University, Shandong University, Lanzhou University, Sichuan University, and the University of Chinese Academy of Sciences to my QQ contacts. I even got Xu Zhe from Tsinghua and Peking Universities' contact information!"

Song Xingye, playing the straight man, said, "Alright, then you didn't lose out this time. All that eye drops, must have cost you several hundred dollars, right?"

"Pshaw~~~ A few hundred dollars is nothing. Getting connected with so many top university students is called building a network. Even if they don't do well in the future, they won't do too badly. Don't you understand angel investing?"

Song Xingye gave a thumbs up in deep agreement.

The next two days were spent repeating the same boring book-flipping exercises.

All the prepared payload specialists went from being full of energy on the first day to feeling exhausted on the second day, and then yawning constantly on the third day, visibly becoming exhausted.

This was an extremely tedious and boring assessment, but it was also a great test of patience.

On the second day, Song Xingye spent another whole day sifting through the vast sea of ​​data to find the second error.

The pen flew across the paper, and line after line of analysis leaped off the page:

"The second error is a potential problem with the pressurized helium cylinder in the liquid oxygen storage tank. The cylinder filling process was not followed according to regulations; instead, helium with a lower temperature was used, and the telemetry reading was -196 degrees Celsius."

"Based on the known information, the helium cylinder is a pressure vessel made of composite material, with an inner liner of aluminum. It needs to be immersed in liquid oxygen at -183°C."

"This will cause cryogenic liquid oxygen to seep into the space between the composite material layer and the inner liner, solidify, and then react with the oxygen, leading to the helium cylinder rupturing and exploding!"

"Suggested improvements: Increase the helium temperature, and it is recommended that the lead R&D unit redesign the gas cylinders to prevent liquid oxygen from seeping in..."

Once the errors are identified, Song Xingye can write out rectification suggestions in one go, much like a skilled butcher dissecting an ox, with almost no need to refer to any materials.

By the morning of the third day, the original 500-page test data package had dwindled to just a few dozen pages.

The question setter clearly did this intentionally; the complexity of the data and charts increased exponentially as the questions progressed.

Even Song Xingye spent more time than before.

However, this minor setback was nothing to him.

The third error was quickly spotted by Chief Engineer Song's sharp eyes.

It's not a "fault-predicting eye," but rather something that was painstakingly discovered based on experience accumulated from a past life.

The problem lies with the ignition agent.

The so-called ignition agent, as the name suggests, is the initial energy used to ignite a launch vehicle.

After all, a rocket carries hundreds or even thousands of tons of fuel, so it certainly doesn't ignite all at once.

A small fire is ignited by an igniter, which then ignites a large fire, eventually creating a prairie fire!

This error was rather tricky. For the first time ever, Song Xingye flipped through the textbook and found several similar cases from abroad before carefully writing it down:

"Based on the anomalies in the telemetry data and a review of relevant literature, it can be seen that this type of igniter is quite sensitive to temperature, and is prone to unstable combustion at low temperatures or even intermittent combustion."

"The amount of ignition propellant can be appropriately reduced. Preliminary estimates suggest that 75% of the ignition propellant can still function normally. The margin of ignition propellant is sufficient and will not be a major influencing factor."

"It is also recommended that the research and development unit refer to the TEA-TEB type igniter, which is more popular abroad. The gas flow rate of this type of igniter is more conducive to reliable ignition, and the ignition impulse is significantly improved..."

After correcting the last mistake, Song Xingye put down his pen and rubbed his sore shoulders.

Looking around, everyone else was still engrossed in their studies.

It seems that I'm the only one who finished the task ahead of schedule.

He looked up at the clock on the wall; it was only 11 a.m.

Song Xingye felt a little smug, thinking that even without using his cheat code, he was still the best.

Although there's a full 20 years of engineering experience difference between them...

He found himself somewhat at a loss for what to do.

However, in the spirit of being responsible, Song Xingye still checked his answer to ensure that there were no logical flaws or biases.

At this moment, Li Ang, the junior mentor, led a group of bigwigs, including General Manager Liang, Engineer Lei, Engineer Lin, and Engineer Chen, into the multi-functional conference hall to inspect the students.

Some students instinctively tried to get up to greet him, but were stopped by a sharp look from President Liang.

Therefore, the only sound in the conference room was the pacing of a few bigwigs.

"Oh..."

A soft exclamation sounded beside me.

Song Xingye looked up and saw Engineer Chen from the Eighth Institute standing beside him, looking at the three pages of answers filled with approval in his eyes.

Engineer Chen lowered his voice and said with a smile, "You're Song Xingye from Jiaotong University, the one who won the CTOC championship?"

"Ah, it's me, Engineer Chen."

"Great job! You really made Jiaotong University proud!"

The Eighth Academy is a neighbor of Shanghai Jiao Tong University and a long-term partner, so Engineer Chen has a natural affinity for this "own child".

He then asked, "Since you've finished writing, why don't you hand in your paper?"

Song Xingye said, "In aerospace engineering, you can't let your guard down until the very last second. I want to check it again; anyway, the rules don't say anything about submitting the paper early to get extra points, right?"

"Hehe, not bad for you."

Engineer Chen patted him on the shoulder meaningfully, then strolled off to check on the other students.

Next, as if by telepathy, these bigwigs, Lei and Lin, came over without making a sound, stared at his paper for a while as if it were a giant panda, revealed a meaningful smile, and then left.

Finally, there's General Manager Liang Jianping.

"He's a promising talent."

After he left those words, the bigwigs filed out and left the conference hall.

Once the person left, Song Xingye began to have some doubts.

These big shots are laughing... how come they look so sly?

He listlessly flipped through the 500-page test data package, comparing it with his own answers, pondering it over and over again.

Gradually, his pupils suddenly contracted, as if he had discovered some incredible secret.

"I see……"

At this moment, Song Xingye finally realized something was amiss and couldn't help but chuckle softly, "These old foxes are really cunning..."

The first round of assessments came to an end in the blink of an eye.

Three days passed, and at 8 a.m. the following day, everyone gathered in the multi-functional conference hall and submitted their assignments one by one.

Chang Jian, with his hair a mess and looking completely exhausted, yawned incessantly: "Damn, I didn't finish until 3 a.m., I'm so sleepy, but at least I got it done on time!"

Song Xingye looked at him with pity.

This shrewd and worldly student council president is a bit slippery, but she is indeed ambitious.

After collecting all the assignments, instructor Li Ang had them delivered to General Manager Liang, Engineer Lei, Engineer Lin, and Engineer Chen, and then led the students downstairs to board the bus.

"Don't worry, everyone. The results will be announced before this evening. Let's relax a bit today and take you to the Nanyuan Base to visit the rocket assembly plant and experience the environment on the front lines of aerospace."

Sitting on the bus, Chang Jian sat next to Song Xingye, looking nervous, and said:

"I might be on the elimination list when I get back this afternoon, sigh!"

Song Xingye comforted him, "Take it easy. What's done is done. Maybe you'll perform exceptionally well this time?"

"Hehe, I'll take your good wishes..."

The bus drove all the way to the vicinity of Nanyuan Airport and arrived at the renowned Nanyuan assembly plant of Dongyu Group.

This is the birthplace of the Dongguo carrier rocket and the headquarters of the First Academy. Most of the overall research and development work for the Great Wall series models was completed here.

Of course, since the Eighth Hospital became a rising star, Nanyuan Hospital and Shanghai Hospital have been showing signs of competing with each other from the north and south, and the situation of one hospital dominating is no longer the case.

After getting off the bus, the students changed into lab coats and dust caps, and then locked their cell phones in a signal jamming cabinet.

Led by Li Ang, this group of future aerospace engineers held their breath and entered this solemn industrial hall in an orderly manner.