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

Master Qin opened the cover, and the row of wires inside made him frown.

He held the fault diagram for a long time, then reached out and touched the left side.

He Qiuyan suddenly took a step forward.

wrong.

The real problem lies on the right side.

Lin Xiuhe grabbed her arm.

"I cannot remind you."

He Qiuyan's eyes welled up with tears.

"If he keeps touching it, time will run out."

"He has to find it himself."

"I drew the picture."

"So you need to keep an eye on things even more."

These words froze He Qiuyan in place.

Master Qin has already reached the connector on the left.

The red light is still on.

He stopped what he was doing and looked down at the drawing again.

Applause came from the other end of the auditorium.

The young lab technician selected by Dongcheng Institute of Technology has already found the first problem. Guo Chengzhang stood outside the cordon, and the corners of his mouth finally relaxed.

Zhao Guodong glanced over there and anxiously rubbed the seams of his pants.

"They'll be better soon."

Du Changshun said, "Keep an eye on our side."

"I can't bear to look."

"Then get out."

Zhao Guodong kept saying he wouldn't dare, but he stretched his neck the furthest.

Master Qin looked at the drawing again and suddenly put down his tools.

He Qiuyan's face turned pale.

Has he given up?

Master Qin turned to the lead judge and asked, "Can this diagram be removed?"

"Can."

He took the fault diagram off the board, squatted down next to the machine, turned the diagram sideways, and matched the numbers on the cover plate one by one.

"So that's how it should be viewed."

He Qiuyan stood there, stunned.

When she was drawing the diagrams, she was worried that the workers wouldn't be able to tell the directions, so she deliberately included the edges and corners of the machines in the drawings.

The teacher never praised this stroke.

Li Mingyuan also said that it was about occupying space.

Master Qin, however, managed to match the drawing with the machine by using that inconspicuous corner.

This time he didn't touch the left side again.

The tools in his hand fell to the right.

The red light is off.

There was a moment of silence in the auditorium, followed by a burst of applause.

Zhao Guodong jumped up and slapped Du Changshun on the shoulder.

"alright!"

Du Changshun was knocked forward by his slap and retaliated by striking back.

"I can see!"

He Qiuyan was still staring at the stage.

Master Qin closed the cover and waved the picture in their direction.

"This girl's drawing is clear."

The lead examiner asked, "Did you understand all the words on the instructions?"

I didn't understand it all.

The audience laughed.

Master Qin smiled too.

"Those paragraphs with lots of text gave me a headache. This next picture works well; it draws exactly what the machine looks like."

He Qiuyan looked down at the notebook in her arms.

When she was first selected for the five-person group, she was afraid that she was just there to make up the numbers.

Lin Xiuhe asked her to check parts, record problems, and organize instructions. She didn't ask questions, but she always felt that anyone could do these tasks.

Today, someone who didn't even know what a relay was called managed to restart the machine using her drawings.

The lead judge asked the audience, "Who created the diagram?"

He Qiuyan stood at the back of the line, her feet seemingly rooted to the ground.

Lin Xiuhe spoke directly.

He Qiuyan.

All eyes immediately fell on her.

He Qiuyan held the notebook, her face flushed red.

The lead evaluator beckons.

"Come up."

She hesitated for half a step, and Lin Xiuhe pushed her from behind.

"Go ahead."

When He Qiuyan went on stage, she almost stepped on the safety line, which caused another burst of laughter from the audience.

She stood next to Master Qin, unsure of what to do with her hands.

The lead judge handed her the picture.

"Why was this corner drawn?"

"I'm afraid they... I'm afraid that people seeing the machine for the first time won't be able to tell which side of the image is which."

"Who taught you that?"

He Qiuyan instinctively went to find Lin Xiuhe.

Lin Xiuhe stood below the stage and nodded to her.

"Nobody taught me."

He Qiuyan gripped the paper tightly.

"I used to repair radios at home, but the diagrams people drew were too complicated, and I always read them backwards. Later, when I joined this group, I thought... I shouldn't let others read them backwards too."

The lead judge smiled.

"That's what you call skill."

Professor Yan, sitting in the front row, finally looked away from Li Mingyuan and Lin Xiuhe and carefully wrote down He Qiuyan's name.

Master Qin added from the side, "Next time, write fewer words."

He Qiuyan smiled too.

"I'll change it when I get back."

However, there has been no movement from Dongcheng Institute of Technology.

The young lab technician has identified the problem, but the machine still won't start.

Guo Chengzhang paced around the cordon twice in a panic.

He couldn't offer any advice; he could only watch as the other person reassembled the disconnected wires and turned the device on again.

The red light was still on.

Time is up.

Professor Yan stood up, inspected the equipment himself, and his expression was not good.

"What's the problem?"

The young lab technician handed him the instructions.

"I know it's around here, but you've all written abbreviations. I'm afraid of making a mistake, so I can only try them one by one."

Guo Chengzhang took the explanation, flipped through two pages, and his lips turned white.

Everyone in their group understood those words.

If you leave them, no one will understand.

Zhao Guodong moved closer to Li Mingyuan.

"Didn't they finish faster than us in the first round?"

"Yes."

"And now?"

Li Mingyuan looked at Lin Xiuhe on the stage.

She didn't watch Dongcheng's jokes; instead, she took the drawing from He Qiuyan's hand when He Qiuyan came down and smoothed out the creased corners of the paper for her.

"We've lost now."

Zhao Guodong was amused.

"You admitted it quite readily."

Li Mingyuan ignored him.

He remembered his faster solution.

Even if the same system were used today, Master Qin might not have been able to open it.

Lin Xiuhe had already anticipated this step.

Only now has he truly come to terms with it.

The results were announced soon.

Tsinghua University won first place in the participating group.

Dongcheng Institute of Technology ranked second.

Zhao Guodong shouted so loudly that the entire auditorium could hear him.

He Qiuyan covered her ears.

"Keep your voice down!"

"Can't we even shout 'first place'?"

"Shameful."

"Why be afraid of losing face after winning?"

Du Changshun shoved the toolbox into his arms.

"Then you hold onto the machine that's number one."

Zhao Guodong immediately shut up.

When Professor Yan walked over, Li Mingyuan subconsciously straightened up a bit.

The joint research project notification was still in his bag.

Professor Yan looked at Lin Xiuhe first.

"You lost by three points in the first round."

"Um."

"We've made it all back in the second round."

"Um."

Professor Yan chuckled at her two "um"s.

"Don't you have anything to say?"

Lin Xiuhe turned to look at Master Qin on the stage.

He also took the fault diagram and asked He Qiuyan if she could draw one for the boiler room as well.

"Once the machine is made, it will eventually have to be handed over to someone else."

"It can't just be useful in our hands."

Professor Yan did not refute this time.

He then looked at Li Mingyuan.

"Your solution is faster."

Li Mingyuan nodded.

"This outfit suits her better today."

"Just today?"

Li Mingyuan looked at Lin Xiuhe.

She was bent over collecting the blueprints for He Qiuyan, surrounded by Zhao Guodong and Du Changshun. The group was making a lot of noise, and no one had time to look at her.

"And it will be the same in the future."

Professor Yan raised an eyebrow.

"You're speaking up for her."

Li Mingyuan slung his schoolbag over his shoulder.

I'm talking about the results.

Lin Xiuhe overheard this and turned around to ask, "Are we coming or not?"

"Walk."

He walked over and naturally took the toolbox from her hand.

Zhao Guodong immediately became unhappy.

"That's mine."

Li Mingyuan threw the box back.

"Take it yourself."

Lin Xiuhe laughed out loud.

Li Mingyuan turned his head and saw the envelope peeking out of her schoolbag.

The smile on her lips faded again.

He didn't ask anything, but simply stuffed Professor Yan's research assignment notification into the very back of his bag.

Professor Chen stepped down from the review panel and handed a new notice to Lin Xiuhe.

"Firstly, the exchange meeting will allow you to join the school's key graduation project group."

Just as Zhao Guodong was about to cheer, Lin Xiuhe first saw the last line of text on the notice.

You can define the project yourself.

She looked up.

"Can it do anything?"

Professor Chen smiled and said, "You should first think clearly about what you really want to make."

The people in the auditorium had not yet left.

Master Qin chased after He Qiuyan from the stage, carrying her newly drawn picture.

"Lin, could you possibly install this in our boiler room sometime?"

Lin Xiuhe looked at him.

This exchange is not the end goal.