Reborn in 1977, I will no longer be my brother's blood bag.

When Lin Xiuhe returned to her dormitory, it was already past lights out.

Gu Xiaolan leaned over the bed and whispered, "Why did you take so long to get back?"

"Something came up in the project team."

"Another meeting?"

"Um."

Liu Xue poked her head out from under the covers: "Don't students at Tsinghua University need to sleep?"

Su Qing turned a page of her book: "It's not that Tsinghua students don't need to sleep, it's that Lin Xiuhe doesn't need to sleep."

Quiet laughter drifted from the dormitory.

Lin Xiuhe smiled as well.

She put down her schoolbag, but did not wash up immediately.

The brown paper document bag is still in my bag, like a stone weighing on my heart.

Venus.

She had heard of this name in her past life, but that was two years later. The project was never made public, leaving only a few lines of records.

But now, it has appeared ahead of schedule.

And it fell into her hands.

at night.

I waited until I was completely asleep in the dormitory.

Lin Xiuhe sat at her desk and turned on the desk lamp. The light was very dim.

She slowly opened the file bag; inside were only three pages of paper.

* Project code name: Morning Star.

* Research direction.

* Precautions.

The content is not much, but every line is very heavy.

This is not a typical student project, nor is it simply a competition problem. It's more like something the research institute truly wants to do.

The Enlightenment Project is a competition that is out in the open.

The morning star, on the other hand, is the seed hidden beneath the surface.

Lin Xiuhe read through the lines one by one, until her gaze settled on a single sentence at the end.

This project is not currently open for public review.

She finally understood why Professor Chen had said they couldn't tell anyone. This project couldn't fail, but it also couldn't be exposed too early.

The next day, in the automation building.

The second phase of the Enlightenment Project has officially begun.

Lin Xiuhe, Li Mingyuan, and Zhao Guodong discussed the plan around the blackboard.

Zhao Guodong clearly didn't sleep well last night; there were faint dark circles under his eyes, but he was very excited.

"I still insist that we can't be too conservative in our optimization efforts."

Li Mingyuan frowned: "You always say we can't be conservative, but have you ever calculated the costs?"

"Costs can be reduced."

"How do you press?"

"Change the structure."

"Changing the structure is equivalent to starting from scratch."

The two started arguing again. Lin Xiuhe stood in front of the blackboard, not in a hurry to mediate.

After reviewing the information about the Morning Star last night, she suddenly realized something.

A project isn't just about one person running fast; it's about getting the whole system running.

Li Mingyuan is too steady, Zhao Guodong is too impulsive.

What she needs to do is not to suppress anyone, but to help them exert their strength in the right positions.

She picked up the chalk and drew three columns on the blackboard: Basics, Optimization, and Risks.

"Li Mingyuan, you're in charge of the basic model."

Li Mingyuan looked up.

"Zhao Guodong, you're in charge of optimizing the structure."

Zhao Guodong also looked over.

"I'm in charge of risk verification."

The two of them were both stunned for a moment.

Lin Xiuhe continued, "Whoever's part has a problem, that person should fix it first. Let's not try to convince each other; let the results speak for themselves."

Zhao Guodong stared at the blackboard for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled: "Okay."

Li Mingyuan nodded in agreement: "This method is fair."

Outside the door, Professor Chen was standing there, holding a teacup. Hearing this, a slight smile played on his lips. He didn't go in, but turned and left.

The morning discussion went smoothly. But problems arose in the afternoon.

Zhao Guodong's optimized structure is not working.

Three consecutive simulations all failed due to the same parameter.

His face grew increasingly pale.

After holding back for a long time, Li Mingyuan finally spoke up: "I told you the risk was too great."

Zhao Guodong slammed his pen on the table: "Stop making sarcastic remarks."

"I'm stating the facts."

"The truth is, you don't even dare to try."

Both of them raised their voices, and several classmates nearby couldn't help but look over.

Lin Xiuhe pulled out a draft paper and placed it on the table: "Are you done arguing?"

Both of them shut up at the same time.

"After you're done arguing, look here."

She pointed to the set of parameters: "The problem isn't the structure, nor the cost, but that you assume it must be stable."

Li Mingyuan frowned: "With unstable parameters, how can the system run?"

"It's not unstable." Lin Xiuhe picked up a pen and wrote two words next to it—[Compensation].

"Allow it to fluctuate, then make up for the fluctuations."

Zhao Guodong's eyes lit up immediately: "Dynamic compensation?"

Li Mingyuan also looked down.

A few seconds later, he slowly sat up straight: "That's something we can try."

Lin Xiuhe remained silent.

This idea comes from the morning star.

Not entirely, just one direction.

She couldn't reveal the classified project, but she could use the methods within to repair Qiming.

At that moment, she suddenly realized.

Professor Chen gave her the Morning Star, not so that she could do it secretly by herself.

Instead, it teaches her to look further ahead before returning to solve the immediate problem.

In the evening, the results of the first simulation were released.

Although it's not complete yet, the parameters that were previously stuck have indeed been restored.

Zhao Guodong stood in front of the blackboard for a long time, then suddenly muttered under his breath, "It's actually quite good."

Li Mingyuan picked up the data sheet and looked at it twice: "If we adjust two more sets of parameters, the stability can be improved even further."

Zhao Guodong immediately replied, "I'll revise the structure tonight."

"I'll calculate the basic model."

After they finished speaking, they both looked at Lin Xiuhe. This time, their gazes were different from before.

It's not about being dissatisfied or competing, but about acknowledging it.

I have to admit that she can indeed bring two people together.

Lin Xiuhe carefully put the documents away: "Don't stay up too late tonight."

Zhao Guodong scoffed: "You're the least qualified to say that."

Li Mingyuan burst out laughing.

That evening, Lin Xiuhe went to the lab alone. The key Professor Chen had given her came in handy for the first time.

When the door was unlocked, she paused for a moment, her hand holding the key.

The laboratory is small, with a few old tables, some equipment, and circuit diagrams covering the walls.

When the light is turned on, dust particles float to the surface.

Lin Xiuhe stood at the door, not going in immediately. There were no textbooks or standard answers here.

It's not a classroom, it's not an exam, it's research.

She sat down at the table, took out the information on the Qiming Star project, and then took out the draft of the Qiming Project. She placed the two documents side by side and looked at them for a long time.

Then write the first line in the notebook:

[Dawn is the starting point.]

The morning star is the direction.

After she finished writing, she stopped writing.

It was 10 p.m. There was a knock on the lab door.

Lin Xiuhe immediately closed the Qimingxing data and tucked it under the book.

"Who?"

A familiar voice came from outside the door.

"I."

Zhou Zhiyuan.

She got up and opened the door. Zhou Zhiyuan stood outside, holding a bag of hot soy milk.

The corridor light fell on his shoulder, and the light from the laboratory shone through the crack in the door.

He didn't go inside. He just handed over the soy milk.

"Just passing by."

Lin Xiuhe took it and glanced at him.

"It's 10 o'clock in the Automation Building. Are you passing by here?"

Zhou Zhiyuan smiled.

"Then it wasn't just passing by."

"What is it?"

"Wait for you."

Lin Xiuhe, clutching the soy milk bag, didn't move aside from the doorway.

Zhou Zhiyuan's gaze passed over her shoulder, lingering for a fleeting moment in the laboratory. It was brief. But she saw it.

He was looking at the brown paper document bag she had hidden under the book.

Lin Xiuhe stepped to the side, blocking his view.

"Do you know what that is?"

Zhou Zhiyuan looked at her.

A breeze slipped in through the window cracks in the corridor, causing the light bulb to hum softly.

"If Professor Chen gave it to you personally, then don't take it out for too long."

Lin Xiuhe's fingers rested on the door frame.

"You've seen it before?"

Zhou Zhiyuan looked at her. "I've heard of it."

"When?"

He paused for a moment, "After it failed."

Lin Xiuhe stood at the door.

Behind him was a brightly lit laboratory. In front of him stood Zhou Zhiyuan, who hadn't stepped inside.

Lin Xiuhe stood blocking the doorway, and Zhou Zhiyuan also stopped at the door. His shoes didn't cross the threshold.

At this moment, she became even more certain.

He understood the significance of this laboratory.

Lin Xiuhe looked at him, and the warmth in her palm gradually faded.

He was saying—

After failure!