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

Faced with this sudden assessment, the students were already used to it, and each of them remained calm and composed.

Not seeing the expected scare effect, Li Ang clicked his tongue in disappointment, then stopped beating around the bush and got straight to the point:

"As for the fifth round of assessment, I believe some of you smart students have already guessed it."

"That's right, the fifth round of assessment will test everyone's learning outcomes over the past few days in Tangjialing, giving you a chance to 'launch' a rocket!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a commotion and a murmur of whispers arose in the crowd.

"Don't worry, I know none of you are professional 01 commanders, so the content of this assessment is very simple. It's just to have you go through a simplified launch procedure to see if you've been paying attention."

Li Ang's voice, drowning out everyone's discussion, rang out again:

"The real test in the fifth round is everyone's ability to withstand pressure, including decision-making ability under extreme pressure, risk assessment system, and psychological qualities."

"When you hold the launch button, do you dare to press it? Or, in the event of an accident, do you dare to take responsibility for any failures you make?"

His gaze swept intently across the entire room.

"And for the upcoming assessment, there are no standard answers; you are free to improvise. Because you are the on-site commander, every word you say is the highest directive!"

"We have invited three retired experts from the flight control center to serve as on-site examiners. They will give you a comprehensive score based on your performance, decision-making logic, and stress resistance."

"That's about it. Mr. Liang, Engineer Lei, Engineer Lin, and Engineer Chen won't be participating in this round. Are there any other questions?"

Li Ang smiled and looked around. Seeing that no one asked any questions, he waved his hand dismissively:

"Let's go, to Tangjialing!"

Everyone boarded the bus with trepidation.

……

Along the way, the usually bustling carriage became quiet, with only the rustling and rustling of pages turning.

The students were making the most of their time, flipping through their notes from the past few days to reinforce their memory, hoping to perform more confidently during today's test.

Song Xingye, on the other hand, looked relaxed, with his hands behind his head, and even seemed to be looking forward to the assessment.

He was very curious about what kind of trouble President Liang and Li Ang's group could possibly cause.

Upon arriving at Tangjialing Space City, Li Ang did not lead the team to the simulation hall, but instead settled everyone in a conference room.

Outside, the July heat was intense, but inside, the air conditioning was freezing.

The air was filled with the chirping of cicadas, the sounds of birds, and the fragrance of flowers; the environment was quite peaceful.

Li Ang said:

"Due to space limitations, only one student can enter at a time. The rest of you must wait patiently in the meeting room until your name is called, at which point you can go to the lobby."

He added with a smile, "No need to rush, take your time memorizing. I reckon the last person won't be able to get to the front until eight or nine at night."

As he spoke, he picked up the list and began reading the names.

"The first one..."

The list in Li Ang's hand was printed when the summer camp had just started.

Therefore, Song Xingye's name is listed very late in alphabetical order.

He rested his head on his hands, bored out of his mind, listening to the monotonous chirping of cicadas outside the window, and his thoughts began to wander.

As students were called to the simulated launch hall one by one, the number of people in the conference room dwindled.

Song Xingye calculated the frequency and found that on average, one person was called away only once every 20 minutes.

At this rate, it will be completely dark by the time it's my turn.

With nothing to do all morning, even the students who were originally diligent in memorizing gradually lost patience. Some began to pace back and forth in the room anxiously, their brows furrowed.

Without exception, none of the students who were called out to participate in the assessment ever returned.

Even when they bumped into each other at the restaurant at noon, they were kept far apart; it seemed that Li Ang was intentionally preventing everyone from having contact.

"Looks like they don't want the people behind them to know the exam questions; they've done a pretty good job keeping it a secret..."

While eating, Song Xingye secretly grumbled to himself.

In fact, even if Li Ang hadn't done that, no student would be foolish enough to leak the exam questions.

After all, this is the Starry Sky Summer Camp arena. No matter how good the relationship is between each other, if you help others, the price you pay may be your own elimination.

Time flies, and the afternoon is over again.

As the sun sets in the west, dusk descends.

After Song Xingye finished dinner, he brought Li Ang over to take attendance, and finally his name was called.

"Let's go to the simulated launch hall. After the assessment, just head straight to the bus and wait!"

Li Ang patted him on the shoulder and let him leave the conference room.

Song Xingye walked on the empty sidewalk, quickly recalling the launch procedures he had learned over the past few days, and then confidently headed towards the simulated launch hall.

A familiar classmate happened to come out of the corridor, looking sad.

It looks like he just suffered a setback in the assessment.

The two sides met, nodded slightly, and then the other person sniffed and walked away.

"Hello, teachers!"

Song Xingye walked in and greeted him politely.

Three retired experts, now rehired, pointed with droopy eyelids to an empty table that had been tidied up and was now under their temporary "01 Commander's" control.

Song Xingye took a deep breath, walked straight over, skillfully put on the microphone, and first checked the clarity of the voice.

He then inspected the two telephones and walkie-talkie on the table, as well as three buttons covered by polycarbonate plastic covers.

Green – Launch button;

Yellow – Stop button;

Red – Self-destruct button.

In practice, these three buttons are pressed by designated personnel.

However, this simulated launch simplified the process, with everything handed over to Commander 01 for management.

After Song Xingye finished his inspection, he nodded to the three judges not far away. They picked up the scoring sheet and then pressed a button on the remote control.

The next second, the huge electronic screen in front of Song Xingye, which was 20 meters long and 3 meters high, lit up in an instant.

A dense array of telemetry parameters flooded the screen like a waterfall, while an electronic female voice blared from the top of the broadcast—

"Ten minutes until rocket launch... Initiating automatic countdown..."

The numbers 600, 599, and 598 were jumping on the screen.

An invisible sense of oppression instantly enveloped the entire hall.

Being watched closely by three pairs of eyes was indeed a little uncomfortable, but Song Xingye quickly got into his zone.

Take a quick look at the data.

A three-stage solid-liquid hybrid rocket.

The first two stages are solid, and the last stage is liquid, which is the upper stage.

"Wow... a solid-liquid mixture, this kind of structure has a very high failure rate..."

Song Xingye clicked his tongue, then put on his "Little Bee" headset and calmly gave the command:

"What is the status of the signal integration test between the control system and its subsystems?"

"What were the results of the airtightness test?"

"Weather conditions?"

"What are the propellant specifications, quantity, and temperature?"

"What is the status of the tower maintenance system, work platform, and gantry crane?"

Song Xingye stood at the command post, as if answering his own question.

According to the assessment requirements, this round was just to let everyone go through the simulated launch process, so everything was assumed to be reported as normal.

So after Song Xingye finished asking his question, he only needed to wait a little while before continuing.

As long as the correct instructions are issued at each countdown stage, you pass.

It's very simple, yet also very complicated.

Even in just ten minutes, Commander 01 had too much to do.

In fact, if any part of the process malfunctions, he must immediately press the yellow "stop button" to forcibly reset the countdown to T-30 minutes and reset the fault to zero.

Song Xingye could vaguely sense the pressure on Commander 01.

Next, he continued to issue commands in the console:

"The site telemetry workstation is ready!"

"The command automation system is ready for program display, recording and acquisition, and signal transmission!"

"Overall network communication, display, etc. are ready!"

"Strong anti-rebound mechanism ready!"

"Battery fully charged, aiming system ready!"

After shouting a series of high-density commands, his mouth was already dry.

Without even catching his breath, he stared at the timer on the wall and continued sending out the next round of signals:

"Five minutes to go... Umbilical cable detached, satellite sends 'launch permission' signal!"

"One minute countdown! Telemetry, external measurement, and control systems are powered on! Fire sprinkler system is starting!"

"Countdown 50 seconds... Stop fueling, swing arm open... Disengage and detach!"

"Countdown 25 seconds... The pendulum has swung into position, and the liquid oxygen evaporation rate is normal!"

As the countdown neared zero, Song Xingye seemed to forget that he was in a simulation hall.

In his mental world, the surrounding walls seemed to be extending infinitely outward, transforming into the magnificent control center of the Suzhou Satellite Launch Center.

Behind him, there was no longer empty air.

Hundreds of researchers in dark blue overalls were holding their breath, waiting for the final moment to arrive.