The Academic Superstar's Research Summoning System

Two days later.

In front of the full-length mirror in the dormitory, Lu Feng was meticulously adjusting the collar of his shirt.

He had just bought this outfit at a boutique near the school; the pure white shirt and well-fitting black trousers made his already tall and slender figure appear even more elongated.

I haven't worn this formal suit in a long time, but it still doesn't fit quite right. I'll find some time to get one custom-made. A custom-made suit is completely different from a regular suit.

"Holy crap."

Zhang Wei's voice came from behind, carrying a hint of sourness.

He had just come back from playing ball outside, covered in sweat, and was leaning against the door frame with a half-empty bottle of iced tea in his hand.

A typical loser's drink for losers.

"Old Lu, you're dressed to the nines, are you going on a date with some girl from that courtyard?"

Lu Feng glanced at him in the mirror and slowly buttoned up his cuffs.

"Guess."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wei almost dropped the bottle of iced tea in his hand. He rushed over, circled Lu Feng twice, and his face was filled with heartache and indignation.

"No way? Bro, you really dated? You've fallen for someone!"

He grabbed Lu Feng's arm, his expression so exaggerated it could be a stage play.

"Have you forgotten our dorm's vow? We agreed to become monks together, and now you're secretly trying to leave the monastic life?!"

Lu Feng was speechless at his actions and flicked his forehead.

"Besides these things, can't you think of anything else worthwhile?"

"How is this not a serious matter!"

Zhang Wei covered his forehead, speaking with righteous indignation.

"You're no longer in a relationship, what will happen to us? Who will play games with us? Who will highlight the important points in advanced calculus for us? Who will explain those incomprehensible formulas to us after lights out?"

"You can't forget your brothers just because you have a sister now."

Lu Feng sighed and picked up his phone and keys from the table.

He felt that if he continued talking to this guy, he might be late for his interview today due to a stroke.

"I'm leaving."

"Hey! Lao Lu! Where are you going!"

Zhang Wei watched as Lu Feng pushed open the door and left without a second glance, and he was so anxious that he jumped up and down on the spot.

He turned his head and looked at his other roommates who were peeking around to watch the commotion, lowering his voice.

"Brothers, how about... we follow them and see what's going on?"

One of the roommates quietly sat back down in his chair and turned on his computer.

"Please don't bend over like that."

"I didn't lower my head at all. I was just concerned about how my roommates were feeling."

The artificial lake behind the administration building is one of the few quiet places on the campus of Gangcheng University.

In the center of the lake stands an antique octagonal pavilion, connected to the shore by a winding corridor.

Lu Feng walked to the pavilion and paused for a moment.

Looking at the lush woods surrounding the pavilion and the quiet pebble path, a strange thought popped into his head.

Why did CCTV choose this location for their interview?

A grove of trees, a pavilion in the middle of the lake.

If you didn't know better, you'd think this was a scene from a period drama filming a secret rendezvous.

"Lu Feng, you've arrived."

Two girls dressed in matching uniforms and wearing ceremonial sashes quickly came to greet us.

They were from the student union and were temporarily assigned to handle the reception.

"This way, please. There's still a little time before the interview starts, so let us help you tidy up your appearance first."

A girl pointed to the dressing table that had been prepared in the pavilion.

Lu Feng felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the pile of bottles and jars, as well as the powder puff in the girl's hand.

"No need, right? I'm a grown man..."

"Yes, it is necessary."

Without saying a word, another girl pressed him into a chair, picked up a comb, and began to style his hair.

"This is CCTV footage; image is very important."

Lu Feng had no choice but to let them do as they pleased.

In the very center of the pavilion, the silver-gray exoskeleton armor stood quietly, supported by a specially made metal frame.

Sunlight streamed through the eaves of the pavilion, casting a dazzling sheen on its cold metal exterior.

A few minutes later, just as Lu Feng felt his face was about to go numb from being patted by the powder puff, a steady footstep came from the other end of the corridor.

Lu Feng raised his head.

A middle-aged man in a dark blue suit, with a refined face but sharp, piercing eyes, was walking towards them.

Behind him were two photographers carrying video cameras and a sound engineer holding a microphone.

Lu Feng's heart skipped a beat.

It's him.

Li Jian, the CCTV's star anchor known for his sharp questions and in-depth commentary on television news.

In his previous life, he could only look up at this titan of journalism from behind a screen.

And now, he's walking right towards me, alive and well.

"Hello, classmate from Lufeng."

Li Jian walked into the pavilion, extended his hand, and wore a gentle smile.

His palms were broad and strong.

"Hello, Teacher Li."

Lu Feng stood up, shook hands with him, and forcibly suppressed the excitement of a fan meeting their idol.

"Don't be nervous, today is just a simple exchange."

Li Jian gestured for him to sit down, and then sat down on the stone bench opposite him.

"I watched the video of your match, it was amazing."

His opening remarks were very direct, without any unnecessary formalities.

"To be honest, before coming here, my team and I had doubts about the authenticity of the video. But now, seeing the actual item..."

Li Jian turned his gaze to the exoskeleton, carefully examining each joint and every connection.

"I have to admit, you've created a miracle."

He looked away and turned his gaze back to Lu Feng.

"However, more than the artwork itself, I'm curious about how you, a freshman who just turned nineteen, possessed such knowledge and practical skills?"

coming.

Lu Feng knew that this was the real test.

He gathered his thoughts and began to deliver his prepared speech in a gentle and detailed manner.

From his father's identity as a CNC craftsman, to his own childhood exposure to machinery, and then to his rapid growth under the guidance of Professor Li Hongde after entering university.

He spoke with neither arrogance nor servility, and his arguments were clear and logical.

Li Jian listened quietly, nodding occasionally. He neither interrupted nor asked any further questions.

He didn't speak again until Lu Feng finished speaking.

This time, the smile on his face faded, and his sharp eyes stared directly at Lu Feng.

"Lu Feng, your resume is almost perfect, so perfect that it seems unreal."

"So, I'd like to ask a question that might be a bit presumptuous."

Li Jian leaned forward slightly, and the air in the entire pavilion seemed to freeze at that moment.

"Have you... considered what kind of impact these technologies you possess, for example, would have in the military field?"

This question also stumped Lu Feng; he never expected to be asked such a question.