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

A piece of white paper is posted at the entrance of Building No. 2 of the research institute.

Only the person in charge of each group can enter.

The first group from Beihang University went in first.

As soon as the door closed, Zhao Guodong stared at the piece of paper.

"This is a good rule."

"Whoever is in charge, goes in."

Someone from Beihang University is looking over here.

Zhao Guodong raised his chin.

"What are you looking at?"

Did I say something wrong?

Li Mingyuan handed the notebook to Lin Xiuhe.

"I remember both times the lights came on."

"They'll ask, show them."

He then stuffed the old cover into the outermost layer of the project bag.

"Bring this along too."

"If they keep bringing up second place, let them see who almost got replaced this morning."

Lin Xiuhe lowered her head.

On the old cover, her name was crossed out in red pen.

Next to it was filled in Li Mingyuan.

She fastened the package tightly.

"Know."

Zhou Zhiyuan stood outside the stairwell.

He didn't go inside.

The enamel mug was placed on the windowsill.

"The water is in the side pocket."

Lin Xiuhe looked at him.

"Go back now."

Zhou Zhiyuan rested his hand on the cup lid.

"Waiting for you to come out."

The sound of a chair leg being dragged came from inside the door.

After a while, the door opened.

The boy from Beihang University came out.

When he went in, the documents in his arms were neatly arranged.

When it came out, the top few pages were all folded at the corners.

The teammates immediately surrounded them.

"How is it?"

"What did you ask?"

The male student from Beihang University stuffed the documents into his clothes.

"They didn't ask about the demonstration."

The teammate got anxious.

"Why ask about the presentation if not the demonstration?"

His face looked grim.

"Ask the research institute about that small test machine; it needs to be sent to the factory tomorrow."

"They asked us if we dared to take the job."

Teammates kept asking:

Did you answer it?

The male student from Beihang University hugged his folder tightly.

"That machine looks obviously faulty."

"Who knows what might happen if we take over?"

Zhao Guodong was amused.

"Even the first-place winner is afraid of getting burned?"

The male student from Beihang University suddenly looked at him.

"Stop making sarcastic remarks."

Just as Zhao Guodong was about to speak, the gatekeeper called out.

"Tsinghua Qiming Project".

"The person in charge is Lin Xiuhe."

Lin Xiuhe walked forward.

Zhao Guodong stood up straight.

"Xiuhe."

Lin Xiuhe stopped at the door.

Zhao Guodong pressed his fist against the handrail of the equipment vehicle.

"I'm here outside."

Li Mingyuan shoved the notebook into her hands.

"Don't rush to explain."

"Everything is in the bag."

Lin Xiuhe accepted it.

"I'm gone."

The glass door closed behind her.

The meeting room was brightly lit.

Director Qin sat in the center of the long table.

Engineer Shao sat on the right, a red pencil tucked inside his notebook.

The three researchers on the left.

Materials from Tsinghua Qiming University were laid out on the table.

The top one is the city competition scoring sheet.

[Second Place]

The red circle was drawn very heavily.

The researcher on the left pushed the rating sheet forward.

"Lin Xiuhe".

"The first student from Beihang University just graduated."

"You're second."

"The equipment is old; it even broke down during the city competition."

He looked up.

"What makes you think the research institute will hand over the site to you?"

Lin Xiuhe placed the proposal bag on the table.

I didn't think so.

The man stopped writing.

Lin Xiuhe opened the small box.

Two sections of charred glass tube rolled onto the white paper.

A light touch.

Ding.

"I brought something for you to see."

She pushed the first section forward.

"The preliminary hearing was bad."

Then push the second section over.

"The city competition was bad."

She looked up.

"I was on stage when they were breaking down."

The oldest researcher leaned back in his chair.

"Being on stage doesn't guarantee you a job in the factory."

"As soon as the machines in the factory stop, a line of people wait behind them."

He pointed to the wall.

There was an old, small test machine parked there.

Metal outer shell.

The paint is chipping off the edges.

There was a wooden board underneath.

"Beihang University didn't answer just now."

"Will you sign or not?"

All eyes in the conference room fell on Lin Xiuhe.

Lin Xiuhe first pulled out the old cover.

Place it on the table.

The red pen stroked across her name, leaving a mark on the paper.

"My name was almost changed this morning."

She then took out the certification form.

The red stamp was placed next to the new person in charge column.

"Later, I signed it back myself."

She looked at the elderly researcher.

"You asked me whether I'll sign or not."

She reached out her hand.

"Give me the order form."

The old researcher looked at her for a few seconds.

Push the blank receipt over from the side of the table.

"I've made up my mind."

"This is not a competition."

"Send it to the factory tomorrow. If something really goes wrong, the name will be kept at the research institute."

Lin Xiuhe picked up her pen.

The pen tip landed on the column for the person in charge.

Lin Xiuhe.

After writing the three words, she pushed the form back.

"Now let's look at the machine."

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

Director Qin looked up.

"Power on."

The young technician walked over to the small test machine and connected it to the power supply.

The light stayed on for half a second.

Snapped.

Went out.

The technician's hand instinctively reached out.

Lin Xiuhe looked at him.

"Stop."

The technician's hand froze in mid-air.

She looked at the recorder.

"Keep track of time."

The recorder looked at Director Qin.

Director Qin nodded.

"remember."

Lin Xiuhe walked to the small test machine.

She first took the receipt and placed it on the edge of the table.

The name she had just written was in the "person in charge" column.

Then she spoke.

"Power outage."

The technician pressed the switch.

She pointed to another technician next to her.

"Please return the paper tape."

Then it pointed to the back of the machine.

"Look at the loose thread."

Let's look at the recorder.

Write down each step.

Several people followed suit.

No one pushed forward.

No one interrupted.

Two minutes later.

The test light came back on.

A section of the paper tape was ejected from the outlet.

The recorder reported:

"Two points and sixteen."

The senior researcher stood up.

He didn't look at the machine first.

Pick up that receipt first.

The ink in the "responsible person" column is still fresh.

The following steps are written line by line.

After reading it, he handed the form to Director Qin.

"Beihang University spent a long time asking about the machine."

"She wrote her name down first."

Director Qin took the order.

"That's exactly what they need on site."

Suddenly someone knocked on the door.

Officer Luo stood at the door with supplementary materials in hand.

"Director Qin, I've brought over the materials from the Tsinghua project team."

He was halfway through his sentence when he noticed the old cover on the table.

The cover he changed that morning.

Lin Xiuhe's name is still under the red line.

Next to it is a freshly written receipt.

The ink in the "responsible person" column was still wet.

Luo's hand stopped by the door.

Mr. Shao pushed the old cover in front of him.

"Director Luo, did you change this cover?"

Secretary Luo's expression changed.

"I was just trying to be on the safe side..."

Director Qin placed the receipt next to the old cover.

"You said this morning that she wasn't reliable."

He tapped the name on the receipt.

"The research institute now recognizes her."

Luo's face turned pale.

No one in the meeting room spoke up for him.

The senior researcher picked up a red pen and wrote a line on the evaluation form.

The Tsinghua Qiming Project has moved on to the next round of on-site evaluation.

Outside the door, Zhao Guodong's voice suddenly rang out.

"Did it get in?"

Li Mingyuan quickly covered his mouth.

Someone in the meeting room burst out laughing.

Director Qin pressed the receipt into the document bag.

"Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock."

"On-site assessment by the research institute."

"Lin Xiuhe is leading the team."

Lin Xiuhe looked up.

"Lead the team?"

Director Qin looked at her.

"Tomorrow is not the defense."

"It's a real scene."

"If anything goes wrong, the whole team will listen to you."

Outside the glass door.

Zhao Guodong's eyes were frighteningly bright.

Li Mingyuan hugged his notebook tightly.

Zhou Zhiyuan stood by the window, the enamel mug in his hand still steaming.

Lin Xiuhe put the small box back into the solution bag.

Two sections of charred glass tubes collided.

Ding.

she says:

"it is good."

tomorrow.

She led the team to the research institute site.