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

The person in the middle of the judges' panel looked at Lin Xiuhe.

"Why is this project absolutely indispensable to you?"

The applause in the auditorium had just subsided.

The boy from Beihang University stood up.

"Judges, I have a comment."

Zhao Guodong turned his head.

A male student from Beihang University is holding a booklet of information.

"There was a malfunction at Tsinghua University just now."

"According to the display rules, points should have been deducted."

"Just because she can fix it doesn't mean we can turn a malfunction into a strength, does it?"

Some people in the audience nodded in agreement.

Secretary Luo took half a step forward.

"Judges, public presentations do need to show consistent results."

"Tsinghua handled it well."

"But a malfunction is a malfunction."

Zhao Guodong's hand landed on the equipment vehicle.

"You weren't saying this when you were laughing just now."

The male student from Beihang University raised his chin.

"We maintained stability throughout."

"You guys are bad as soon as you take office."

"Is there even a need to argue about this?"

Discussions arose in the auditorium.

Lin Xiuhe placed the glass tube she had just replaced onto a piece of white paper.

The black marks were pressed against the light.

She looked toward the judges' panel.

He's right.

The Beihang University student's lips just curled up.

Lin Xiuhe continued:

"Stability is certainly a skill."

"But once you're actually on site, the machines won't stay in good condition forever just because you've prepared them perfectly."

She pushed the charred glass tube forward a little.

"Whether or not to give it a try is up to the judges."

The person in the middle of the judges' panel flipped the score sheet over.

"Then stop arguing."

He looked at the staff.

"Both groups, come up."

"I'll give you all the same on-site question."

There was a sudden silence from Beihang University.

The staff pushed the Beihang University demonstration platform back to the center.

Silver casing.

The wiring harness is neatly arranged.

The applause that filled the hall just now came from this machine.

The judges said:

"If the equipment runs smoothly, that's a skill."

"Whether you can stay on your feet when things get chaotic is a skill in itself."

He looked towards Beihang University.

"You guys go first."

The Beihang University student's expression changed.

The staff member came forward and moved a few things around the demonstration table.

The host stepped back to the side of the stage.

Turn on.

The machine at Beihang University had just started running when the paper tape suddenly tightened.

The lights flickered.

Three people from Beihang University squeezed on at the same time.

"Unplug the cable first!"

"Don't unplug it, the data will be lost!"

"Then turn off the power!"

"Where are the blueprints?"

The silver display stand shook from the impact.

The judges raised their hands.

"stop."

The staff turned off the power.

All the lights on the stage went out.

The murmurs in the auditorium were also suppressed.

The judges asked the male student from Beihang University:

"Who made the decision just now?"

The male student from Beihang University moved his lips but couldn't answer.

The judges then asked:

"If the line is down, whose order should we follow?"

No one from Beihang University responded.

Zhao Guodong's lips just curled up in a smile.

Lin Xiuhe looked at the stage.

"Don't laugh."

Zhao Guodong pressed his face back down.

Lin Xiuhe also said:

"It'll be our turn soon."

The judges looked towards Tsinghua University.

"Tsinghua Enlightenment"

Same topic.

Luo's expression changed.

"Judges, Tsinghua University has already experienced a malfunction once."

"Try again, the risk is too great."

Lin Xiuhe fastened her competition certificate back to her chest.

[Tsinghua University Project Leader]

Lin Xiuhe

she says:

"The risks are high, that's why we should try it now."

Discussions arose again from the audience.

Zhao Guodong pushed the Tsinghua equipment cart forward.

Old wheels rolled over the wooden floor.

Gurgle.

Gurgle.

It's not as nice as the one from Beihang University.

There was also a scratch on the side of the car.

The male student from Beihang University stood to the side of the stage, his face tense.

Lin Xiuhe placed the small box on the corner of the table.

On the white paper, two sections of charred glass tubes lay side by side.

She looked at the staff.

"Do it the way you just did."

The staff member asked:

"Shouldn't we hold back?"

"Need not."

Lin Xiuhe turned to Zhao Guodong.

"Right side."

"I didn't shout, don't try to take it."

Zhao Guodong nodded.

"I'll listen to you."

"Li Mingyuan".

"Timekeeping".

Li Mingyuan opened the notebook.

"Ready."

Lin Xiuhe looked at the staff member next to the power source.

"Let it get chaotic."

"I'll tell you to stop, then you can stop."

The staff member nodded.

Some people in the judges' panel sat up straight.

Mr. Shao's red pencil stopped on the paper.

Director Qin looked up.

Lin Xiuhe held the microphone.

"open."

The machine started running.

Variables for staff.

The paper tape tightened.

The lights flashed.

Snapped.

Went out.

A collective gasp rippled through the audience.

A male student from Beihang University leaned forward.

Lin Xiuhe's voice dominated the entire venue.

"Power outage."

The staff member pressed the switch.

"Li Mingyuan, report."

"Six seconds, paper tape card, line 3 loose."

Lin Xiuhe looked at Zhao Guodong.

"Reverse stroke line".

"Protect the display."

Zhao Guodong pressed down the lever.

"Refund."

Lin Xiuhe opened the side cover.

"Line 3 will be connected again."

Zhao Guodong did as instructed.

"The paper tape is loose."

Zhao Guodong shifted the gears.

The paper strip bounced back half an inch.

Lin Xiuhe took out a spare tube and replaced the charred section.

The movements were clean.

"Turn on the power."

The staff member turned on the switch.

The light is on.

Take the paper away.

Zhao Guodong stared at the finish line.

"It's safe."

Li Mingyuan reports the time.

Thirty-one seconds.

All the sounds in the auditorium fell silent.

The person in the middle of the judges' panel took the results sheet.

Engineer Shao glanced at it.

"The process is complete."

Director Qin took it.

"There was no chaos on stage."

The male student from Beihang University turned pale.

He wanted to speak again.

The judges looked at him first.

"Beihang University is performing steadily, so the points will still be awarded."

He then looked at Lin Xiuhe.

"This car at Tsinghua University is old."

"But when the incident just happened, no one on stage panicked."

He wrote down his score on the evaluation form.

"Tsinghua Qiming Project".

"On-site emergency response: Full marks."

Zhao Guodong slapped the equipment vehicle.

"Perfect score!"

Applause erupted.

This time, it was even louder than when Beihang University demonstrated it earlier.

Officer Luo held the register in his arms, the edges of the paper bent from his grip.

A male student from Beihang University stood to the side of the stage, his information booklet in front of his chest.

Lin Xiuhe put the two blackened glass tubes back into the box.

The judge suddenly asked:

"Lin Xiuhe".

"Now, let's answer the question from before."

Why can't it be anyone but you?

The applause in the auditorium gradually subsided.

Lin Xiuhe pushed Li Mingyuan's notebook next to the microphone.

It says:

[An additional test on the same question, response time: 31 seconds.]

She looked toward the judges' panel.

"Everyone saw when the lights went out."

"The machines at Beihang University are more beautiful and run more smoothly."

"But when something goes wrong, all three people on stage want to be in charge."

The male student from Beihang University blushed.

Lin Xiuhe turned to the next page of the notebook.

"In 31 seconds, Zhao Guodong crossed the finish line, Li Mingyuan started the time, and the staff cut off the power."

"Nobody's going to steal it."

"No one is causing trouble."

"Because they know whose advice to listen to."

She put her competition badge back on her chest.

"The machine is broken, but we can replace the parts."

"The situation on stage is chaotic, and no one can replace the person in charge."

"Therefore, write my name in the 'responsible person' column."

The auditorium fell silent for a moment.

The next second, applause rang out from the front row.

Mr. Shao put the red pencil back into the notebook.

"That makes sense."

Director Qin closed the notebook.

The person in the middle of the judges' panel nodded.

"Tsinghua Qiming Project".

"The defense was passed."

"Overall score, currently ranked second."

Zhao Guodong's smile froze.

"second?"

The male student from Beihang University breathed a sigh of relief.

The judges' next words were cut short.

"We'll add a joint evaluation session with the research institutes this afternoon."

"The top three will participate."

"Only the person in charge of each group will be allowed in."

The staff pasted the red paper on the wall.

[Beihang University Application Control Group]

[Tsinghua Qiming Project]

[Joint Experimental Group of Harbin Institute of Technology]

The second line clearly states:

[Person in Charge: Lin Xiuhe]

Officer Luo stared at that line of text.

The register slid down from my arm.

Snapped.

It crashed to the ground.

Some people in the audience laughed.

This time, it wasn't Lin Xiuhe who was laughing.

Lin Xiuhe stood on the stage.

The wind blew in through the side door.

The red banner was shaken against the wall.

She picked up the proposal bag.

in the afternoon.

She had to go in alone.