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

Song Xingye felt like he had slept for ages.

I came home in a daze yesterday morning and went straight to sleep. Before I knew it, it was noon the next day.

I slept for almost 30 hours!

He rubbed his head and sat up in bed, knowing that this was a negative effect of overusing the "Fault Prediction Eye".

This skill is extremely mentally taxing, especially the more complex the blueprints and the longer the time span, the heavier the backlash will be.

At first, Song Xingye was unaware of the gravity of the situation and thought that with the help of the system, he would be able to modify the plan with ease and achieve twice the result with half the effort!

It wasn't until he started feeling dizzy that he realized that these "third eyes" could be turned on or off at will.

Fortunately, it was closed in time.

Otherwise, if he had kept his fault-predicting eye on for two days and two nights straight in the lab, he would have collapsed and gone into shock before he could even get back to his dorm to rest.

Song Xingye glanced at the empty bed opposite him.

He shared a double room in the doctoral building in the west district with Qin Rui. This guy was a computer scientist, so he got up early in the morning to queue up for a supercomputer test, probably preparing his graduation thesis.

After a quick wash, Song Xingye went downstairs and hopped on his slightly worn-out bicycle.

First, we went to the second canteen for lunch, and then we went to the research group's laboratory in the Sky Building.

The junior students were all covered in dust and dirt, spending their time in the lab, tightening screws, setting up scaffolds, simulating CFD wind tunnels, all working up a great deal of energy.

Upon seeing Song Xingye enter, his junior brothers and sisters greeted him obediently, like lucky cats.

He nodded, then peeked inside: "Where's the boss?"

One of the junior students said, "I was called to a meeting at the Eighth Academy early this morning, and I probably won't be back today."

"Okay, fine."

Although he came up empty-handed, Song Xingye was not in a hurry to leave.

As the only fourth-year doctoral student in Professor Xu's research group, and a soon-to-be doctoral candidate who only needs one more major dissertation to graduate, he holds absolute authority in the laboratory.

He strolled around with his hands behind his back, stopping every now and then to give his juniors a hands-on lesson.

The junior students were flattered, yet also felt a bit strange.

If you want to pinpoint what's strange about it...

She's completely different from the aloof and unapproachable academic genius she used to be!

"The CFD software version on your computer is too outdated. I'll go to an internet cafe this afternoon, give me the USB drive, and I'll copy a new installation package for you later."

The junior brother was flattered and immediately rubbed his hands together with a fawning expression: "Um... could you help me log on to QQ for a bit while you're at it, senior brother?"

Send me your account and password.

"Alright! I even bought the Spurs and Fox skins for half a year on this account in CrossFire. If you want to play, just log in..."

Seeing that the senior brother had suddenly become so agreeable, a junior sister next to her mustered up her courage, shoved a cell phone into his hand, and said ingratiatingly:

"Senior Brother Song, I just bought my phone half a month ago. It has an 8GB memory card, but it's still showing a 'not enough memory' message. Could you help me flash the ROM? I don't know anything about these things..."

Song Xingye took the phone and looked at it.

Good heavens, a flip phone like the Coolpad, that was a legendary device back in the day.

He hadn't flashed the firmware in years and had almost forgotten how, but he still nodded, "I'll try it at an internet cafe."

"Great job, senior!"

Afterwards, Song Xingye left the Sky Tower.

I rode that secondhand bicycle that rattled everywhere except for the bell, wandering through the empty campus.

At that time, Jiaotong University's Minhang campus was still known as "Min Dahuang".

The library, stadium, and swimming pool only exist on planning maps. It takes an hour to get to the city center by subway, making it a truly desolate area.

The only place to pass the time was a simple commercial street on Dongchuan Road, which the students affectionately called "Black Street".

Although the environment was dirty and messy, it was full of lively atmosphere.

Song Xingye, familiar with the place, went into an internet cafe and turned on a computer.

First, I logged into my junior's QQ account, then plugged in the USB drive and logged into Jiaotong University's BBS forum, "Remembering the Source of Water".

The forum was as lively as ever, with the third most popular post being a blurry video of a J-20 taking off.

The comments section below the post was filled with military enthusiasts discussing the canard configuration, stealth coating, and DSI air intake.

The second post is about the launch and docking of Tiangong-1 and Shenzhou-8.

As for the first post, it has already been criticized for thousands of pages.

It's about Article 415.

Song Xingye narrowed his eyes.

This is a clause that everyone should keep in mind!

In this year, Country A's space shuttle was about to be retired, and the country was in a period of confusion and arrogance, unsure of what the future held.

While the Tiangong-1 space station and lunar exploration program in the East were progressing slowly, they posed an unprecedented threat to the white people who were used to monopolizing space.

So they decided to impose sanctions.

Article 415 was thus created—

Both sides are prohibited from engaging in any form of space cooperation, academic exchange, data sharing, etc., and the International Space Station project is also prohibited!

The once invincible aerospace giant has since become sensitive, insecure, and narrow-minded.

This sanction has far-reaching consequences.

On the one hand, country A's aerospace data is no longer open to the outside world. Data such as Apollo moon landing data and Mars exploration data, which were originally freely accessible, are now all inaccessible.

Some projects are forced to use 'secondary data'—data already published in foreign papers—as a reference because they cannot obtain first-hand original data!

On the other hand, foreign software such as CFD, STK, and MATLAB have unilaterally blocked advanced physics models and closed their official download channels.

This resulted in a temporary lack of available software, forcing researchers to download pirated, stripped-down versions of the software. The situation only improved once domestically developed software was successfully developed.

Song Xingye came to the internet cafe to download software.

Jiaotong University's BBS forum shares the latest pirated resources for CFD, STK, and MATLAB, as well as software updates and patches, free of charge every week.

After adding the download link to the queue, Song Xingye took a moment to browse the post.

Some were angry, some were helpless, and some were sarcastic.

"Science knows no borders? Does that mean scientists serve NASA without borders?"

"This is outrageous... All joint research and development with the East Asian aerospace sector has been cut off. My SCI paper submitted this year was rejected because it cited data from the Apollo program. Damn it, I'm going to have to postpone my graduation!"

"Come on, who told us we're not as good as them? Our engines are no good, our detectors are no good, our materials are no good. It's a favor if they let us play, it's their right not to."

"Is the person upstairs out of their mind? Which college did you infiltrate to become a 'cent party member'?"

"Breaking news: At the Kepler conference, scientists from East Asia were denied entry due to their nationality..."

"..."

Song Xingye shook his head and left the forum.

After the software finished downloading, he took out his junior sister's Coolpad phone, connected it to the computer, and studied how to flash the ROM for a while.

These days, phones are really hard to use. Without rooting or flashing the ROM, they're like bricks, and you can't even download games.

He quickly understood the tutorial and successfully flashed the device.

I uninstalled those malicious software programs that charged me fees from China Mobile's mobile network, installed QQ and Weibo, and downloaded a few of the most popular games at the moment: Angry Birds, Fruit Ninja, and Temple Run.

Done and that's it.

After finishing all that, he finally relaxed and logged into his junior brother's CrossFire account to play the Transport Ship game for a while.

The result was so bad that it was unbearable to watch. After being utterly crushed several times, I logged off in a sorry state.

Seeing that it was still early, Song Xingye looked for other games on his computer and was surprised to find that League of Legends actually existed these days.

"Did League of Legends come out so early?"

He felt his memories were a bit jumbled, but as a veteran player from his previous life, he still logged in excitedly and started playing.

Although the S1 season interface was a bit retro, I still had a lot of fun playing it, and before I knew it, it was evening.

When Song Xingye rode his bike back to school, the research group's laboratory was already closed.

He had no choice but to go back to his dormitory first.

It wasn't until the next morning that he returned the USB drive and phone to his junior classmates and met with his mentor.

Professor Xu seemed to be in a good mood and waved him over: "Come to my office!"