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

"I think we could create another high-precision interpolation function table for the relay satellite part!"

"The rules require data to be transmitted every 30 targets scouted. It's like playing League of Legends; once you've accumulated enough gold, you have to go back to base to buy equipment, which slows down the pace of the game."

"But what if we treat the relay satellite as a special 'wilderness resource point' and insert it directly into the reconnaissance sequence? As long as we calculate the convenient topological path, we can complete the data 'unloading' during the reconnaissance, without having to make a special trip back..."

Jiang Mian and Zhao Yuehe blinked, looking blank: "Um... what is 'LoL'? Is it some kind of mathematical model?"

Song Xingye: "..."

Chang Jian: "...Suddenly I realized, it's been so long since I've played online games!"

After a brief interlude, everyone quickly returned to the main topic.

Based on Song Xingye's suggestion, the four of them went all out and finally finalized the plan before 10 p.m.

The group immediately shut down their computers and rushed back to their residential compound overnight, where they were so exhausted that they fell asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow.

The next day, the sky was bright.

After several days and nights of hard work, the young students moved from the advanced computer lab to the multi-functional hall on the eighth floor.

After a few days apart, Li Ang appeared to have gained some weight, suggesting he'd been attending many social events lately.

After collecting the track design plans from each team with a radiant smile, he laughed and said:

"Thank you all for your hard work these past few days. Today we can finally take a breather. These proposals will be sent to the offices of General Manager Liang, Engineer Lei, Engineer Lin, and Engineer Chen later for them to be scored."

"The top three teams in terms of average score will receive 300 fuel points, 250 fuel points, and 200 fuel points respectively, while the remaining teams will receive 100 fuel points regardless of their scores."

"Then the scores will be distributed equally among everyone, and the bottom seven... unfortunately, your summer camp journey will end in this round!"

The atmosphere paused slightly, but Li Ang quickly regained his relaxed expression:

"For the next period of time, please gather on the first floor. Today we will visit the Tangjialing Space City. As before, there are no specific tasks. Please feel free to look around and learn..."

It's that same excuse again...

Song Xingye followed the group downstairs, sat in the back of the bus, and began to ponder.

Mentoring Li Ang... or more precisely, it's General Manager Liang and his team; they would never ask anyone to do something without a reason.

Especially in a place like the Starry Sky Summer Camp, how could it be that sending you to a certain place is just for casual strolling and observation?

Chang Jian leaned over and nudged his arm, lowering his voice to say:

"Hoshino, what do you think those old foxes will test us on this time? We spent several days at the Nanyuan assembly plant before, testing our practical skills. This time it's the space center, what can they possibly test us on there?"

"Hehe, how would I know? Maybe they're testing us to see if we have the potential to be astronauts!"

After all, there's a large astronaut squadron in the space city.

Song Xingye made up a story off the top of his head, but to his surprise, Chang Jian actually believed it. He said worriedly, "That's a problem. I also have astigmatism. Does that mean I won't even pass the physical exam?"

Soon, everyone lined up to get off the bus at the entrance of the space city.

Unlike the Nanyuan assembly plant, this place has very strict requirements for a cleanroom environment, so everyone doesn't need to change into lab coats or cleanroom caps.

However, as usual, the cell phone was confiscated and locked in the security guard's signal jamming cabinet.

This wasn't the first time they'd visited the space city, so the group wasn't particularly curious. They simply followed Li Ang obediently as they walked through the huge complex.

This place is located outside the North Fifth Ring Road. It used to be a village where "ant tribe" people lived, but it was later transformed into a new-generation aerospace city covering 3,000 acres.

It can be said that this place has replaced the core position of the Chang'an Satellite Control Center and become the central hub of the entire Dongguo Aerospace.

It has everything: flight control center, office area, living area, astronaut apartments, auditorium, gymnasium, museum, etc.

In addition, there are ubiquitous surveillance cameras and heavily armed security personnel.

Chang Jian, standing nearby, muttered to himself, "I bet no one in this area would dare to urinate anywhere!"

Song Xingye couldn't help but laugh: "Looks like you do this all the time?"

Chang Jian's expression hardened, and he said matter-of-factly, "Everyone has to go to the bathroom sometimes, it's called returning to nature! Don't tell me you've never urinated anywhere!"

Song Xingye was too lazy to argue with him about these trivial matters. At this moment, he discovered that Li Ang had actually led them to the flight control center of the space city.

"Wow... they actually went to the trouble of bringing us here, that's quite a show of respect!"

Song Xingye was somewhat surprised.

Tangjialing is important because of the astronaut squadron and the flight control center.

This area is subject to a "one city, two systems" arrangement, with one half under the jurisdiction of the Dongyu Group and the other half under the jurisdiction of the Space Force.

The astronaut squadron and flight control center are restricted areas for the military.

Logically speaking, a summer camp like theirs, which doesn't even qualify them as interns, shouldn't be allowed to visit.

The higher-ups must have talked themselves hoarse to convince the military.

"Who cares? I'll be a guest of honor sooner or later anyway."

Song Xingye muttered something rather narcissistically.

During the mission lull, the flight control center was unusually quiet, but this also gave everyone ample freedom to visit.

The exterior of the building features a dense array of massive radar receiving antennas, while the core flight control hall inside is filled with huge LED displays.

The largest section, about 20 meters long and 3 meters high, displays satellite trajectories, ground remote sensing images, and various telemetry data curves.

The entire hall was decorated in a cool blue tone, and behind it were rows of control consoles arranged in a fan shape and tiered pattern, with hundreds of workstations labeled with job titles such as "Dispatch", "Track", and "Communication".

The most eye-catching feature is the central control console.

The central dispatcher's desk was quite simple, without any fancy buttons or control panels, only two walkie-talkies, a headset, and two dedicated telephones, one red and one black.

However, everyone could only watch enviously from outside the glass.

As Li Ang walked, he explained:

"If you frequently watch the news, this is the hall where you often hear the answer 'Beijing understands,' and it's also the aerospace telemetry and control headquarters!"

"Who monitors and manages all the satellites, probes, and spacecraft that our East Korea launches into space? This is the place where global tracking and control data is finally aggregated."

"Of course, it doesn't do all the work. The Chang'an Satellite Control Center and the Kuaiji Maritime Control Department are responsible for some near-Earth tracking and control tasks, while tasks like manned spaceflight and deep space tracking and control are handled here..."

Many people were visiting the flight control hall for the first time, so they all looked on with reverence, as if they had entered a sacred temple.

Chang Jian muttered to himself, "What is the Kuaiji Maritime Tracking and Control Department?"

Song Xingye casually explained, "The newly established tracking and control department is specifically responsible for maritime tracking and control, and is currently under the management of the Space Force. You know the Yuanwang fleet, right? It's under their command."

"I see……"

As soon as the Yuanwang ships were mentioned, Chang Jian understood.

The Earth is so big, and Dongguo is not like country A, so it is impossible for Dongguo to build radar (station troops) all over the world, not to mention that more than 71% of its area is ocean.

Therefore, most areas are blind spots that cannot be detected and controlled by radar.

In order to ensure comprehensive, seamless, and long-term satellite tracking, maritime tracking and control is of paramount importance.

Clever aerospace engineers managed to move the radar onto the ship.

Don't underestimate these seemingly insignificant electronic devices; the cost of each one is equivalent to that of a brand-new Type 052D destroyer.

Furthermore, due to the flexibility of ships, in theory, humans can conduct global tracking and control of any target in Earth's orbit without any blind spots.

Song Xingye added, "In addition, there are only two countries in the world that can build this kind of tracking and control ship: we are one of them, and country A has the capability but no money to build it."

As for the others, R country still uses old ships left by the previous generation, and Ren Bin's boats are all small fishing boats that have been temporarily converted. So this thing is a national treasure...

And so, Li Ang led everyone on a day-long tour of the flight control center, and invited professionals to introduce them to knowledge about rocket launch, satellite telemetry and control, tracking and orbit determination, and other related topics.

The students listened with great interest and learned something new.

They knew very well that coming here specifically to observe for a whole day was not a spur-of-the-moment decision, but rather something else entirely.

Before you know it, the fifth round of assessments might have started quietly.

As the sun set, Li Ang saw off the military experts, then turned around with a smile and glanced at everyone.

Without saying a word, he simply waved his hand lightly:

"The results for the fourth round are in, everyone... Shall we head home?"