Back in 1978, I was admitted to Northwestern Polytechnical University.

Chapter 176

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, the laboratory partition was finally removed, and a uniquely shaped aircraft appeared before everyone's eyes.

"What kind of shape is this? You guys haven't done any wind tunnel testing, have you?" Page looked at the aircraft with several obvious zigzag lines, her face full of disdain.

"Subsonic aircraft? What's the point of a wind tunnel? We can just do simple calculations on a computer!" Qin Liang said with a smile. "As for the shape... of course it's useful. You don't understand it, that's understandable, after all, MIT hasn't done research in this area..."

After saying that, Qin Liang glanced at someone and said, "Mr. Ben Richie, you should be able to understand this, right?"

Ben Richie nodded: "Yes, Mr. Qin, your technology is so advanced, it's beyond my imagination! But..."

Ben Richie was giving Yang Duo'er a meaningful look as he spoke.

"Brother Liangzi, the design is alright, but... I don't like the color!"

The outer shell is made of aluminum alloy sheet, which shines in the sunlight.

"Really? What's your favorite color?"

"black!"

"It's just painting! It's a piece of cake!" Qin Liang said. "Let's go buy a can of paint and paint it!"

"No need, our college has enough!" Yang Tian said, his head down, avoiding Qin Liang's eyes.

"Okay!"

Primer, topcoat... Several quick-handed "workers" soon gave the missile a new look.

"Hmm, black is great. Let's call this model airplane 'Black Silk No. 1'!"

As Qin Liang spoke, he reached out to touch it.

"Watch out, the paint isn't dry yet!"

Qin Liang's hand seemed to touch the lacquered surface, but then again, it didn't seem to, since his fingers were still clean.

"Sigh, we'll have to wait a bit longer. I think we should test it this afternoon! We've been living and eating in the lab for seven days, and we all stink. We need to go back, take a shower, and change our clothes! Let's all go together! Director Luo, you guys stay here and show them around our model airplanes. They can only look, not touch!"

"it is good!"

Making model airplanes is the students' job; the teachers are continuing their studies at MIT these days, so they aren't very tired.

"Brother Liangzi, I'll go with you!"

Back at the hotel, Qin Liang closed the door and went to the bathroom. Yang Duoer followed him in, turned on the bathtub faucet, and with a splash of water, carefully scraped out the black powder from under Qin Liang's fingernails with nail clippers.

"Brother Liangzi, mission accomplished! Let's give each other a kiss!"

Has he been watching too much The Deer and the Cauldron? But it seems like it's reversed; you're Wei Xiaobao, and who am I? Shuang'er? Before Qin Liang could react, his mouth was covered, and then... his foot slipped, and *thud*! He fell straight into the bathtub.

Water splashed everywhere, but Yang Duo'er didn't seem to be stopping.

The bathwater soaked her entire body, her white shirt clinging to her skin and revealing the outline of her black bra. She seemed oblivious to everything, simply embracing and kissing Qin Liang passionately.
"Brother Liangzi..."

“Duoduo…”

Their eyes met, and their lips met again.

Boom boom boom!
There was a knock on the door outside.

"Qin Liang, Qin Liang, we should go!"

"it is good!"

In the afternoon, a frame was set up on the open ground of MIT, displaying a model airplane over five meters long. It had short wings in the middle, three tail wings, and a uniquely shaped air intake. A dense crowd surrounded it, three or four deep.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is our Black Silk No. 1 model airplane. After being filled with fuel, this model airplane weighs over a ton. Its unique body design makes it even more sexy..."

Upon hearing the word "sexy," everyone around burst into laughter.

Yang Duo'er blushed slightly. Brother Liangzi said he liked black stockings, they were very sexy...

"Inside it, we used the 8086 chip as its brain, and operated its flight through inertial navigation. The route we designed is to fly around Cambridge, then around Boston, in a figure-eight pattern, and then... Three hours after launch, it will fly back and be recovered by parachute... Now, everyone make way, our model airplane is about to launch. If you don't want to become roast meat, step back!"

Christian and Page stood on the roof of a nearby building, looking down at the huge thing.

"Page, can we make this missile within a week?"

"Of course not! Even a specialized missile company in our country would need at least six months! Christian, I have to admit, the Easterners are very strong! These brilliant minds should all stay at MIT!"

“No, no, I think studying at Northwestern Polytechnical University is a great choice!” Christian said. “I’d love to see what a place that can produce so many talented people is like.”

Just then, flames flickered on the ground as the jet-black missile left the launch pad, accelerated forward, and quickly flew out of sight, leaving only thick plumes of smoke from its solid propellant.

"Those Americans are really bold. If this thing explodes... it'll be an earth-shattering event, the biggest school bombing in history!" Qin Liang thought to himself. He was confident, but the question was, where did these guys get their confidence?
"awesome!"

"Take off!"

"This is a real model airplane! My graduation project is to build something like this!"

"How exactly was its shape designed? Was it to increase lift by utilizing the projectile's body?"

In the distance, 200 kilometers away in the sky, an E-3 early warning aircraft was patrolling, its powerful electromagnetic waves scanning downwards.

"Target launched, have we acquired it?"

"no!"

"This thing looks amazing! We need to capture this prototype intact..."

"It won't work in big cities; we have to ambush them along their flight path after we've bypassed the cities!"

Countless people were excited; this thing was definitely a killer weapon!

The missile circled Cambridge once, then circled Boston once, and after a figure-eight pattern, it arrived at the Charles River, flying at a height of ten meters above the river. This technique was absolutely superb!

Several people stood on the riverbank, holding binoculars and looking at the missile.

"General Dynamics has spent eight years and hundreds of millions of dollars developing the Tomahawk missile, yet their product is still inferior to that of a group of students from Northwestern Polytechnical University! Their cost is less than a thousand dollars!"

"Yes, but... we can't think of it that way entirely, General Swift. This is just a model aircraft; it can't withstand tests like electromagnetic interference..."

"Is that so? Then activate electromagnetic interference. I want to see if this thing can still fly!"

Electromagnetic interference sounds sophisticated, but in reality... all you need is a metal box to put the circuitry inside for electrostatic shielding; it's not that technically demanding at all!
The missile's outer shell is made of aluminum alloy, making it an excellent Faraday cage!

"it is good."

One minute later, Black Silk No. 1, which was still flying steadily, suddenly flashed out a fireball, and then turned into a shower of flowers and fell into the river!
"FUCK!"

How could we let it explode? We were planning to get our hands on it and study it!

　PS: The image below shows a stealth missile.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)