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The air in the corridor seemed to freeze.

Fang Xu stood in the middle, his gaze sweeping over Li Yichen's face, completely blocking his view. Chen Jianjun's face had darkened, and he was about to speak when Li Yichen raised his hand to press down on his arm and turned to look at Fang Xu.

"You're right, there should be rules in the core area," Li Yichen said calmly. "But I'm not a privileged individual."

Fang Xu raised an eyebrow: "And who are you?"

"Xiao Fang—" Old Qian couldn't help but take half a step forward.

"Mr. Qian, no need for introductions," Li Yichen interrupted with a smile, glancing at Fang Xu with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Let him guess. Who do you think I could be?"

Fang Xu stared at his overly youthful face, finding it increasingly absurd. This guy looked to be only in his early thirties; how skilled could he possibly be? He scoffed, "He certainly doesn't look like someone who does scientific research."

Chen Jianjun finally lost his composure. He pulled an encrypted pass from his pocket and slapped it in front of Fang Xu—the words "Lifetime Honorary Academician and Special Advisor" were prominently displayed in gold lettering, and the photo in the photo section was indeed Li Yichen's face.

Fang Xu looked down, his pupils visibly dilated. When he looked up at Li Yichen again, his face was completely drained of color.

"Little Fang," Old Zhou added casually from the side, "this man standing in front of you is Li Yichen, the creator of the cold fusion reactor. The machine you've been researching for four months trying to replicate—he built it in eight days."

Fang Xu's mouth opened and closed repeatedly, all his arrogance deflated like a balloon with its stopper pulled. His face turned bright red, he took a step back, took a deep breath, and bowed deeply to Li Yichen at a ninety-degree angle.

"Academician Li—I'm so sorry!" His voice trembled. "I was blind to your greatness; my words were extremely offensive. You can punish me however you wish."

Li Yichen reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "Straighten up. It's not a bad thing for researchers to have sharp edges; it shows you have a strong sense of confidentiality regarding the core area."

Fang Xu straightened up, his face still red, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

After the brief incident, the group entered the core area of ​​the cold fusion experimental building. In the huge experimental hall, the cold fusion reactor that Li Yichen had donated to the country stood in the center, surrounded by densely packed testing equipment and data acquisition terminals.

Hundreds of researchers were stationed at their workstations, and they all looked up and stared when the group of academicians entered.

Old Zhou led Li Yichen to the main control panel and got straight to the point: "The team has thoroughly understood the working principle and overall architecture, and has replicated more than 95% of the components."

But the final step, the calibration of the superconducting coil's limiting parameters, just wouldn't pass. "He pointed to the waveform on the screen," he said, "the deviation was only a fraction of a percent, but it directly caused plasma confinement instability, making sustained ignition impossible. We've been stuck for over two months; I'm practically bald from exhaustion."

Li Yichen pulled up their coil winding parameters and magnetic field distribution data, spending ten minutes carefully reviewing them. Then he turned around, facing hundreds of expectant eyes.

"The problem lies in the nonlinear coupling between the stacking density and the temperature gradient." He walked to the whiteboard, picked up a pen, and said, "You're currently using the standard thermodynamic model, but under extremely low temperatures, quantum effects introduce additional perturbation terms."

He spoke and wrote, the formula appearing line by line on the whiteboard. Fifteen minutes later, the revised formula was complete. The room was silent for three seconds, then erupted in applause.

Over the next two days, Li Yichen stayed in the laboratory, personally leading his team to rewind a set of superconducting coil samples, and providing hands-on guidance on the three most critical manual fine-tuning steps in the calibration process.

On the morning of the third day, the improved replicator successfully ignited continuously, and the steady-state output data deviated from the prototype by less than one-thousandth.

The entire venue erupted in cheers. Old Zhou, so excited, shook Li Yichen's hand for almost a minute, his eyes reddening: "It's done! It really is done!"

After the cold fusion problem was solved, Zhao Lao led Li Yichen to another experimental building—the Tianbing Armor Autonomous Mass Production Project Team. Pushing open the door, dozens of dark black Tianbing Armor suits were neatly arranged, and at first glance, they looked almost exactly the same as the original version built by Li Yichen.

But Li Yichen only glanced at the minute workmanship differences at the shoulder joints and immediately determined that these were products of reverse engineering by the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

"We've already made progress on the hardware side," Mr. Zhao said frankly, "but the control system—that is, the AI-assisted driving part—still can't reach the level of your original version."

The AI ​​developed by the Chinese Academy of Sciences exhibits decision-making delays and coordination disorders in complex tactical environments, causing dangerous vibrations in the armored vehicles during high-speed maneuvers. He smiled wryly, "To put it bluntly, our AI is still an 'obedient but stupid student,' far from reaching the level of your 'Ling'er.

Li Yichen spent half a day reviewing their AI architecture code and neural network training dataset.

On the afternoon of the fourth day, he convened a four-hour technical seminar with more than 30 members of the project team. He reconstructed the decision tree logic from the underlying algorithm, introduced a simplified version of the multimodal perception fusion framework, and personally wrote the key code segments of the core module for the team to iterate.

On the evening of the sixth day, the improved AI system was put into its first test. A Sky Soldier Armor completed a full set of high-speed maneuvering maneuvers—takeoff, hovering, changing direction, and combat avoidance—with zero vibration throughout, and the smoothness of the movements reached about 50% of Ling'er's level.

After watching the test video, Old Zhao slammed his hand on the table: "Enough! This level far surpasses the unmanned combat systems of any other military enterprise in the world!"

On the seventh day, Li Yichen prepared to leave the Chinese Academy of Sciences. Before his departure, four academicians and hundreds of researchers spontaneously gathered at the entrance of the laboratory building to see him off. Fang Xu was also in the crowd, and he took the initiative to come up and hand over his business card, his face still a little red.

"Academician Li, I've felt really bad about what happened last time," he said earnestly. "From now on, if you need our cooperation in any way, we'll be there whenever you call."

Li Yichen accepted the invitation with a smile, patting him on the shoulder: "Work hard, Great Xia needs people like you who take things seriously."

Before getting into the car, Chen Jianjun saw him to the door and lowered his voice: "Xiao Li, the higher-ups are very satisfied with your trip to the Chinese Academy of Sciences. The self-sufficiency of cold fusion is of great significance—the nation's energy lifeline will no longer depend on you alone."

Li Yichen nodded. The Tank 700 started and drove away, the gray buildings of the Chinese Academy of Sciences appearing smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror.

Ling'er peeked half her head out from behind her watch, her tone tinged with emotion: "Brother, this past week you've essentially handed over the core technologies of two crucial national projects to the country."

Li Yichen gripped the steering wheel with one hand, his gaze fixed on the straight road ahead: "What's due will be given sooner or later. No matter how capable I am, I can't protect you forever."

Just as Ling'er was about to reply, her phone vibrated.

Li Yichen glanced at the caller ID—Liu Ruyan. He answered, and Liu Ruyan's excited voice came through the speakerphone: "President Li! Lingxiao III has returned from the moon! Eight thousand tons of mineral crystals, expected to land early this morning!"