High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 106 The Crisis of the Design Institute

Han Feng fell silent.

Seeing Han Feng hesitate, the female mentor did not press him further, and her attitude became even more gentle.

"It's okay, you can take your time to think about it."

"This is my contact number."

She handed over a business card.

"If you ever come to a conclusion later, or if you want to learn more about the details of the various funding programs, feel free to contact me anytime."

"After all, I'm your teacher, I wouldn't do anything to you."

These words sounded sincere and heartfelt, but Han Feng sensed something else entirely.

This mentor probably receives a substantial reward for each genius he successfully recommends.

However, he didn't point it out.

If a person doesn't look out for themselves, they'll be punished by heaven and earth.

This is human nature.

"Thank you for your guidance, teacher. I will consider it carefully."

Han Feng accepted the business card and nodded solemnly.

Having ambition is a good thing.

The female tutor smiled with satisfaction.

"Go ahead, and remember, don't let your pride ruin your future."

Han Feng bowed again, turned around, and strode out of the evaluation room.

On the other side, Han Feng, holding the hot A+ grade talent assessment report, rushed back to Experiment Zone No. 3 without stopping.

When he pushed open the door to Zhao Yu's independent laboratory again, Zhao Yu was staring blankly at a pile of scrapped parts blueprints.

He exudes a somber aura that says "keep away."

"Senior Brother Zhao."

Han Feng spoke.

Zhao Yu looked up and saw that it was Han Feng, and his impatience subsided somewhat.

"You're back so soon?"

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"How did it go?"

"Grade C or Grade B?"

In his opinion, Han Feng being rated B-level was already a stroke of good luck.

After all, while perceptive talents are rare, the rating standards are extremely stringent.

Han Feng remained silent.

He simply handed over the report that gleamed with a golden sheen.

Zhao Yu took the paper with a puzzled look in his eyes.

The next second, a crack appeared on his perpetually icy face.

"Overall Assessment —"

"A+ grade?"

His voice was soft, yet it was like a needle that instantly pierced the silence of the laboratory.

Several C-level trainees who were eavesdropping nearby slammed the wrenches in their hands to the ground with a loud bang.

A+ grade!

Among the tens of thousands of students at the entire Donghai Martial Arts University, only a handful are A-level geniuses!

Each one is a precious treasure held in the palm of the hands of major conglomerates and the military!

And now, their Tiangong Maintenance Department, a place that has always been regarded as "logistics blue-collar" for many years, has actually produced an A+ level genius?

Zhao Yu's fingers tightened slightly as he gripped the report.

His gaze was fixed on those two glaring comments.

[Energy Perception Level: A+]

[Energy Affinity: A+]

A+ level of perception!

This means that Han Feng has already reached the very top of all A-level geniuses in the dimension of perception!

These kinds of people are born to be top-notch scouts and snipers!

or----

Top-tier fault diagnosis experts!

"good!"

"OK!"

Zhao Yu's face finally erupted with uncontrollable excitement and ecstasy.

He looked at Han Feng with the same gaze he would give a newly unearthed piece of unparalleled jade.

Donghai Martial Arts University, Design Institute.

This place is completely different from the Tiangong Repair Department, which is filled with the smell of engine oil and metal.

The all-white building, the spotless corridors, and the air itself exuded an air of intellectual superiority.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the circular laboratory on the first floor of Design Building No. 3 was so oppressive that it was almost frozen.

In the center of the laboratory, a jet-black fighter jet with a futuristic design is parked quietly.

Its lines are fluid yet deadly, brimming with power.

It was the Su family's eldest daughter's custom-made vehicle – "Night Falcon".

A group of researchers in white uniforms were arguing heatedly around a holographic model of a fighter jet.

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Everyone's face was etched with fatigue and anxiety.

"It still doesn't work!"

"Simulation data shows that during the Herbst Maneuver," the energy loss rate of node T-37 instantly surged by 15.3 percent!

"No improvement whatsoever!"

"We've already switched to 'Mithril Alloy,' which has a higher conduit efficiency, so why is it still not working?"

"The problem isn't with the materials at all!"

"It's a conflict of underlying logic!"

The project's chief designer, Lin Xue, stood in front of the control panel, her hair tied in a neat ponytail, her delicate face clouded with worry.

She rubbed her aching temples, staring intently at the glaring red warning area on the model.

The project has been stuck here for half a month.

Ground tests went perfectly, but once the high-maneuverability air combat simulation began, the problems became glaringly obvious.

Such ghostly energy conflicts under extreme overload cannot be replicated on the ground.

They were like a group of blindfolded doctors, only able to analyze the lesions based on the pilots' brief verbal descriptions afterward.

"Forest worker."

A man with gold-rimmed glasses and a refined appearance suddenly spoke up, breaking the argument.

"Since current methods cannot locate the problem from the air, shouldn't we try a different approach?"

The speaker was Chen Kai, another A-level researcher at the design institute, and also Lin Xue's "supervisor" on this project.

Lin Xue glanced at him but didn't say anything.

Chen Kai gave a fake sigh.

"I know that the 'Dynamic Energy Resonance Theory' is one of your teacher's masterpieces."

"But as it turns out, it has flaws in a machine like the Night Falcon, which is designed for extreme performance."

"What I mean is, since 'blocking' is not as effective as 'guiding,' we should start from scratch and replace the entire energy management architecture."

"My teacher's matrix-style energy diversion theory, while conservative, is stable and will never experience this kind of loss of control problem."

His words caused the core members of the laboratory to change their expressions.

Replace the underlying architecture?

That means all of Lin Xue's hard work over the past six months has been wasted!

Moreover, "matrix-style energy diversion" is Professor Chen Kai's theory, and if it is to be changed, his people must take the lead.

This is not advice.

This is a coup d'état!

Lin Xue dug her nails into her palm and said coldly, "The project hasn't reached the end of its rope yet, so you don't need to interfere."

"But Miss Su is pressuring us quite a bit, isn't she?"

Chen Kai pushed up his glasses and smiled like a fox.

"If this drags on any longer, our entire project team will be unable to bear the responsibility."

"Engineer Lin, you have to think about everyone's future."

Lin Xue's face turned even uglier.

With the teacher transferred to the frontier, the forces behind Chen Kai seized the opportunity to hinder him at every turn.

The project's current stagnation provides the other party with the perfect excuse to launch an attack.

Do we really have to abandon the teacher's theories?

Just as she was feeling agitated, her personal terminal on her wrist suddenly vibrated.

Lin Xue was slightly taken aback when she saw the name on the caller ID.

Zhao Yu?

Why did that workaholic from the repair department want to see me?

She walked to a corner and connected the call.

"Hello, is this Lin Xue?"

"Is it convenient to talk?"

Zhao Yu's unique, metallic voice came through the communicator.

"Engineer Zhao?"

"Is there something you need? I'm very busy here."

Lin Xue's tone carried a hint of impatience.

I know you're busy.

Zhao Yu's tone, however, carried a rare hint of fervor.

"Isn't your 'Night Falcon' project stuck?"

"I'll recommend someone to you."

Lin Xue frowned: "A recommender? I have no shortage of armchair theorists."

"No, he's not a theorist."

"My mechanic genius."

"Gold-level pilot".

"A newcomer who just received an A+ talent rating!"

Zhao Yu's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Lin Xue was suddenly startled.

"and."

Zhao Yu's voice continued to come through.

"He's the one who solved the engine resonance problem on my previous 'Peregrine III'."

"Without using any instruments, we just sat in the cockpit, flew around in the sky for a bit, and found the problem."

There was an instant silence on the other end of the communicator.

After a full five seconds, Lin Xue spoke again.

His voice trembled with disbelief.

"you say----"

"An A+ level of perception?"

"Can it even diagnose malfunctions during flight?"

"right."

Zhao Yu's words were concise and to the point.

Lin Xue's breath caught in her throat for a moment.

She slowly raised her head, and the taut lines on her heavy, oppressive face suddenly relaxed.

Immediately afterwards, a smile that was a mixture of surprise, absurdity, and ecstasy bloomed wildly at the corners of her mouth.

What you think about comes true?

Just when she was worried about how to move the laboratory to the sky, God sent her a "humanoid self-propelled detector"?

Chen Kai frowned when he saw Lin Xue suddenly laugh.

"Mr. Lin, what are you laughing at?"

"Now is not the time to be stubborn."

He thought Lin Xue had been driven to a mental breakdown by the pressure.

Lin Xue ignored him and spoke into the communicator in an unprecedentedly urgent tone.

"Have him come here now!"

"immediately!"

"I'll be waiting for him at Design Building No. 3!"