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

A red banner was hung in the city's competition hall.

[National College Applied Technology Competition (City-level)]

The wind blew in through the side door, causing one corner of the banner to curl up, which was then pressed back down with a wooden pole.

Beihang University just finished its presentation.

Three lamps shone from beginning to end, and the paper strip was steadily ejected.

The audience erupted in applause.

The host reads out the next group.

"Tsinghua University, Qiming Project".

Laughter broke out first.

The judges flipped through the application forms.

"The person in charge, Lin Xiuhe?"

His fingertip hovered over the age column.

"Freshman year?"

In the second row, the boy from Beihang University laughed the loudest.

"Is Tsinghua University out of talent?"

Zhao Guodong pushed the equipment cart onto the stage, but the wheels got stuck on the edge of the steps.

hum.

Another burst of laughter followed.

Zhao Guodong raised his foot and kicked the threshold.

"As long as it lights up, that's fine."

A male student from Beihang University chimed in.

"Don't let it really turn into just light in a little while."

Li Mingyuan stood in front of the recording table with the documents in his arms.

Zhao Guodong was about to speak.

Lin Xiuhe put the proposal bag down.

"Come up on stage."

The table lamp shone down.

The competition badge on her chest was dazzlingly bright.

[Tsinghua University Project Leader]

Lin Xiuhe

Secretary Luo stood to the side of the platform, the registration book tucked under his arm.

He pressed a smile to his lips, as if waiting to see how she would handle the situation.

Zhou Zhiyuan sat in the last row near the door.

They are very far away.

He didn't wave.

He simply closed the notebook on his lap.

Lin Xiuhe walked up to the microphone.

She first placed a small box in the upper left corner of the demonstration table.

The box lid was opened, and a small, charred glass tube was placed under a piece of white paper.

The label faces outwards.

[Faulty Parts in the Field]

The judges looked up.

"What is this?"

"Things that broke yesterday."

The laughter in the auditorium subsided a bit.

The judges frowned.

Why were damaged parts brought to the city-level competition demonstration?

Lin Xiuhe held the microphone.

"If we keep running, everyone will see us."

In the first row, Director Qin opened his notebook.

Mr. Shao held the red pencil between his fingers, the tip of the pencil stopping.

Lin Xiuhe pushed the small, blackened glass tube under the light.

"If it's broken but can be salvaged, then it's usable."

Secretary Luo shifted slightly on the side of the platform.

"Lin, please pay attention to the key points you are presenting."

Lin Xiuhe did not turn her head.

"That's the key point."

The staff connected the power.

The first light came on, the second light came on, and the paper tape started moving.

Click.

Click.

The third light just flickered.

Snapped.

The light went out, the paper tape got stuck, and a short beep came from the demo unit.

Some people in the front row of the auditorium stood up halfway.

A male student from Beihang University leaned forward.

"Is it really broken?"

Secretary Luo's expression changed.

Zhao Guodong's hand was already reaching for the equipment.

Lin Xiuhe spoke.

"Put your hands down."

Zhao Guodong's hand froze in mid-air.

Everyone in the audience saw it.

Lin Xiuhe stood in front of the microphone.

"Li Mingyuan".

"Timekeeping".

Li Mingyuan opened the notebook.

"Start taking notes."

Laughter broke out again from the audience. Someone was hushed.

"The freshman leader broke down in the very first minute."

The male student from Beihang University leaned back in his chair.

"What did I say again?"

Lin Xiuhe picked up the small box.

The charred glass tube lay on the white paper.

She held the box up to the judges' panel.

"Judges."

"Now let's begin Part Two."

"On-site troubleshooting"

The microphone carried these words to every corner of the auditorium.

Luo's register had slipped half an inch.

Zhao Guodong gritted his teeth and stood back on the right side.

Lin Xiuhe turned around.

"Zhao Guodong, hold the table."

"Li Mingyuan, announce the time."

"Staff, turn off the power first."

The stage moved.

Zhao Guodong held onto the equipment vehicle with both hands.

Li Mingyuan pressed the pen tip against the paper.

The staff member pressed the switch.

All the lights went out.

Lin Xiuhe lifted the side cover.

She didn't look at the blueprints, but took out a spare tube from the toolbox and clamped it onto the charred section.

"Fault location: Pipe number three."

Li Mingyuan reported.

"Twenty seconds."

Lin Xiuhe replaced the tube.

"Breakpoint logging".

"Pipe number three is burnt black; it needs to be replaced on-site."

Zhao Guodong stared at the audience, his throat tightening.

"Will it work?"

Lin Xiuhe snapped the side cover back on.

"Turn on the power."

The staff member turned off the switch.

The first light comes on.

The second light comes on.

The third light flickered for a second.

Bright.

The paper tape moved forward again.

Click.

Click.

The laughter from the audience stopped.

Li Mingyuan reports the time.

"Forty-seven seconds."

Mr. Shao drew a line on the paper with his red pencil.

Director Qin looked up.

The person on the far left of the judges' panel put down the registration form.

"Did you design contingency plans in advance?"

"It has been designed."

Why?

Lin Xiuhe put the broken glass tube back onto the white paper.

"Because equipment doesn't choose a day to break down."

"In the factory, problems won't wait until the person in charge graduates before they arise."

Some people in the auditorium sat up straight.

The color drained from Officer Luo's face.

The male student from Beihang University had his file booklet folded over his knees, the corners of the paper crumpled.

The judges asked another question.

"Then how can you prove that what happened just now wasn't a coincidence?"

Lin Xiuhe turned to the last page of the proposal.

The research institute's record sheet from yesterday is pasted on it.

Mr. Shao's signature is at the bottom.

[Preliminary review passed]

She held up that page.

It broke down once yesterday.

"It's bad again today."

"It can still light up."

She put down the paper.

"This is no coincidence."

"This is the kind of preparation that the person in charge should make."

Zhao Guodong straightened his back immediately and quickly steadied the equipment vehicle.

Someone in the audience applauded. First a single applause, then a chorus of applause.

The applause drowned out the sound of the wind.

Zhou Zhiyuan sat in the last row, his hand on his notebook.

He didn't move, he just looked at the stage.

Director Qin closed the notebook.

"Tsinghua Enlightenment"

"The on-site demonstration passed."

Secretary Luo opened his mouth slightly on the side of the platform, then hugged the registration book back to his arms.

The host prepared to step forward.

The person in the middle of the judges' panel raised his hand.

"etc."

The applause stopped.

The man turned to the next page.

"Lin Xiuhe".

"I saw that the equipment could be saved."

"Now, let's answer the second question."

"Why is this project absolutely indispensable to you?"