The night before the college entrance exam results were released, I redeemed my Peking University ad

"Agreed!"

"Of course!"

A chorus of agreement erupted from below.

Let alone a two-person room, Ji Bai would be qualified even if he were given a detached dormitory.

The vice principal looked at the head of logistics: "Are there any suitable dormitories?"

The head of logistics looked troubled: "Principal, both rooms are graduate student dormitories. Unless we let Ji Bai share a room with a graduate student."

The vice-principal shook his head: "The age gap is too large, it's not suitable. Aren't there any undergraduates living in double rooms?"

"No, we undergraduates all live in four-person rooms..."

Halfway through his sentence, the logistics director seemed to have thought of something.

"Oh, right, there's an undergraduate student who keeps applying to change dorms, wanting to move to a less crowded one."

"He was a freshman last year and will be a sophomore this semester, so there's no problem with his age."

The vice principal frowned: "Requesting a change of dorm? Don't you get along with your roommates? Bad personality?"

Logistics Director: "No, that's not it. From what I understand, that student has a very good personality, even... somewhat submissive."

The vice principal finally nodded: "Alright, then let's arrange for Ji Bai to stay with this student."

"But..." The logistics director wanted to say something more.

"There's no 'but' about it!"

The vice principal waved his hand: "Ji Bai is a valuable talent for the country, and it is only right that he receives appropriate preferential treatment. Go and make the arrangements, and try your best to take good care of him."

Upon hearing this, the head of logistics' eyes lit up instantly.

Is the care adequate?

Preferential treatment?

His mind instantly went into a frenzy of fantasies.

The vice principal's words were loaded with meaning!

Could it be... that the headmaster knows everything?

In that case...

The head of logistics immediately straightened his back and replied loudly, "Yes, Principal! I'll arrange it right away! I'll make sure everything is arranged perfectly for Ji Bai!"

……

The next day.

In the old, dilapidated apartment in the early morning, cell phone ringtones were exceptionally loud.

Ji Bai groggily reached for his phone, and without even opening his eyes, he held it to his ear: "Feed?"

"Hello, student. This is from the post office. Your admission notice has arrived. Please bring your ID card and come downstairs to pick it up."

The deliveryman's voice on the other end of the phone was professionally polite, but Ji Bai suddenly became much more awake.

Admission notice?

He jumped up, put on his slippers, grabbed his ID card, and ran downstairs.

The stairs of the old apartment building thumped loudly as I stepped onto the building entrance. Just as I reached the entrance, I saw a postal worker standing there holding a red courier envelope.

"Ji Bai, right? Please show me your ID card."

The deliveryman glanced at the ID photo, then looked up at him, his eyes lighting up instantly, and his tone warmed up considerably.

"It really is you! Our famous top scholar Ji from Fucheng!"

"My daughter will be taking the high school entrance exam next year, and I'm determined to get her into No. 99 Middle School, the school that top scorers have attended, hoping to absorb some of the luck of the God of Literature!"

Although Ji Bai is not a household name, he is still quite well-known among the people of Fucheng.

Hearing this, Ji Bai's lips twitched: "What, your daughter isn't your biological child?"

With the college entrance examination pass rate of No. 99 Middle School, no, the college entrance examination pass rate, only parents with their brains would send their children to that school!

To everyone's surprise, the deliveryman froze on the spot, his gaze towards Ji Bai instantly shifting from enthusiasm to worship, and his voice even lowered slightly:

"Holy crap? No wonder he's a reincarnation of the God of Literature! He's truly amazing!"

He scratched his head, then laughed frankly, "She's definitely not my biological daughter, but as long as she's hers, I'll treat her like my own daughter, no less!"

Ji Bai: "..."

He just made a casual, offhand comment, how did it happen to hit the mark so accurately?

So he's just a lovestruck, idealistic middle-aged man.

May all your wishes come true!

Ji Bai offered his blessings, turned and walked upstairs, still able to hear the old ladies' admiring sounds behind him.

Back home, I opened the package. Inside lay the bright red acceptance letter, its seal affixed to the school emblem, the principal's signature in the lower right corner, and a clear line of black text:

[We hereby admit Ji Bai to the Materials Science and Engineering program at the School of Materials Science and Engineering of our university.]

Even though he was mentally prepared, Ji Bai's heart still skipped a beat when he stared at the paper.

This is Peking University!

A soldier who doesn't want to be a general isn't a good cook, and a student who doesn't want to go to Peking University isn't a good young man.

Ji Bai ran his fingertips over the paper a couple of times, then suddenly frowned.

That's not right.

Logically, given his academic achievements and reputation, admissions officers from Tsinghua, Peking, Fudan, and Shanghai Jiao Tong Universities should have been calling him non-stop.

Although the directors from Tsinghua and Nanjing Universities extended olive branches to me at the dinner that night, it was all just a verbal greeting. The formal admissions process still needs to be followed, right?

But until now, he hasn't received a single legitimate college admissions call.

Outrageous!

After pondering for two seconds, Ji Bai suddenly smiled, instantly understanding the key point.

If he had applied to the mathematics department, the admissions officers would probably have come to his doorstep, not just by phone.

But he chose to study materials science.

Perhaps some people don't want him to major in mathematics?

At this point, he could no longer be described as a sect's holy son; to be precise, he should be considered an ancestor!

Which sect would like to invite a venerable patriarch back?

In the future, after the teacher finishes explaining the basic theorems on the podium, he will have to turn around and ask, "Ji Bai, do you have anything to add?"

How can we teach this class?

On the other hand, it is estimated that someone was also pushing him behind the scenes, hoping that he would plunge headlong into the pit of materials and exhaust his spiritual energy.

With both sides working in sync, he was successfully admitted to the Materials Science and Engineering Department.

"You think I'm not cut out for materials science, huh?"

Ji Bai chuckled and carefully put the notification letter into the drawer.

Just wait and see, this sinkhole profession will make you kneel down and call them your ancestors sooner or later.

Just as I put away the notification letter, the familiar mechanical voice rang in my mind right on time:

[Ding! Daily Selection System activated!]

"Specify card using options!"

[Ding! Host has spent 1 Shock Points to exchange for a Card with a Specified Option]

Please specify the option type.

"Material!"

[Ding! Options have been refreshed]

If you had 100 yuan, how would you spend it?

1. Complete technical route for room temperature superconductivity (fragment 1/10) (80 yuan)

2. Complete Technology Roadmap for Lithium-Air Batteries (Fragment 1/5) (60 Yuan)

3. Complete undergraduate, master's, and doctoral knowledge system in materials science (10 yuan)

4. Master-level metallographic preparation techniques (NT$10)

5. Proficiency in first-principles calculations (10 yuan)

6. Your lab coat will always be crisp and white (10 yuan)

……

"I choose 1, 3, and 4!"

The moment the words left his mouth, three streams of information flooded into his mind simultaneously.

The first piece to arrive was the seventh fragment of the room-temperature superconductor.

An extremely precise thin film preparation process was etched directly into my memory: parameters of pulsed laser deposition, target purity requirements, substrate temperature curves, and critical conditions for the formation of the superconducting phase.

Every value is accurate to three decimal places, as if I had personally conducted thousands of experiments.

Next comes the master-level metallographic preparation technique, where familiar muscle memory emerges from the fingertips: coarse grinding, fine grinding, polishing, and etching, with the force, timing, and angle of each step precise to the millimeter.

They can grind out perfect metallographic samples with zero scratches and no deformation even with their eyes closed, and even the most demanding professors can't find a single flaw.

Finally, what flooded in was the complete undergraduate, master's, and doctoral knowledge system of materials science.

That was a true torrent of knowledge, from the most basic materials mechanics, solid-state physics, and physical chemistry, to cutting-edge high-throughput materials computing, new energy materials, superconducting physics, and powder metallurgy principles.

The information was categorized and systematically filled into my mind, clearer and more thorough than the most authoritative textbooks, and more solid than that of scholars who have been deeply involved in the field for ten years.

Five or six minutes passed before Ji Bai finally let out a slow breath.

My head felt slightly heavy, yet it also possessed a sense of omniscience and clarity.

Only after absorbing the complete knowledge system did he realize that the nickname "bottomless pit" for materials science was not given lightly.

That's fucking expensive.

Putting aside everything else, just consider the room-temperature superconducting equipment he's almost assembled; a single pulsed laser deposition device costs several million!

There are also ultra-high vacuum chambers, high-purity single-crystal targets, atomic force microscopes, physical property measurement systems...

The entire laboratory setup would cost at least several hundred million yuan!

Not to mention the subsequent sample testing and process iterations, which is a bottomless pit.

No wonder it's a sinkhole!

An average scholar might spend their entire life trying to assemble a decent set of equipment, burning through millions of dollars without making a difference.

Of course, the rewards are also enormous.

The greater the risk, the greater the potential reward.

But for Ji Bai, what risk is there?

After all, other people's achievements are the result of hard work, repeated failures, and constant adjustments; they are superficial and worthless!

As for myself, I improved up by adding points through the system!

Sit down!

(Just now I found out that this book has been hacked!)

Actually, Xigua didn't expect this book to perform so well, ranking in the top three of the Tomato All Categories New Book Chart! And it has remained in that position for almost a week.

The result was that a large number of trolls went to the rating section to throw dirty water!

At first, Xigua thought it was because his writing was really bad, but later his colleagues told him that there were studios that specifically gave bad reviews to bestselling new books!

How come fiction is becoming reality?

Watermelon has no real skills and can't afford to hire an online army, so I humbly request your help, fellow cultivators!

Could you please give this book a five-star review?

Thank you!

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