A higher-dimensional incarnation, starting by leveraging the stars.

Chapter 126 gave too much; I dare not be greedy!

In the late May evenings in the capital, the air already carried the dryness of early summer.

Hu Biao left Zhou Huanan's office and slowly walked back to his dormitory along the sycamore-lined avenue in front of the School of Life Sciences.

The setting sun cast long shadows on the trees, and students walked by in twos and threes carrying books. Occasionally, someone would recognize him and quietly point and whisper.

There's no way around it, he's a celebrity now, not just in his professional field, but also in non-professional fields.

Eagle Claw King, huh!

He didn't care about any of that.

He went straight back to his dorm room, closed the door, took a tablet out from under his pillow, and turned it on.

The screen lit up briefly, and he tapped it with his finger. A second later, lines of data appeared on the screen.

Name: Lu Yiran Gender: Female Age: 20 Hometown: Dongguo, Jiangcheng College: School of Robotics Science and Engineering Year: Third-year undergraduate (admitted to direct PhD program in the same major at this university)

GPA: 3.92/4.0 (Ranking in major: 2/87)

Research Interests: Flexible Robotics, Human-Computer Interaction, Wearable Devices Honors: National Scholarship (3024, 3025), Second Prize in the National Undergraduate Robotics Competition (3025), Gold Award in the Beijing University Innovation and Entrepreneurship Competition (3026)

Paper: Published one paper as the second author in the IEEE Transactions on Robotics (on signal processing algorithms for flexible sensors).

Supervisor's evaluation: "Solid professional foundation, strong hands-on skills, active thinking, and potential for independent research." (Professor Cheng Jinsong's comments)

Personal hobbies: surfing the internet, an extreme science fiction fan, and owning a large orange cat named "Gugu".

Warning: This content may contain elements of yaoi/BL (Boys' Love) content.

Social media accounts: Omitted (Full platform monitoring completed via "Sangbiao No. 1", no abnormalities found)

近期动态：3月15日，因追剧错过学院组织的登山活动，被导师批评；3月20日，借阅图书馆藏书三本（《柔性电子学》《机器人控制理论》《月球探测工程技术》）；3月22

On March 23, I received the project completion notice and replied, "Received, thank you, teacher"; on March 23, from 7:30 PM to 9:00 PM, I ran 5 kilometers on the track; on March 24, no abnormalities were found.

Hu Biao flipped through the pages one by one, his smile growing wider and wider.

These were all collected by "Sangbiao No. 1".

Those publicly available papers, honors, and resumes are readily available to anyone and are nothing special.

But those everyday, trivial, and inconspicuous little details, such as what books were borrowed, how many steps were run, and what time they went to bed,

Who did you like on social media?

Sangbiao No. 1 pieced these fragments together, sketching out a complete portrait of a person.

After all, he needs to know more about the people he sets his sights on.

Previously, he could only spy on Lu Yiran through high-dimensional vision, which was not good, and eyes can be deceiving. By using the Sangbiao No. 1 to do this, he could gain a deeper understanding of Lu Yiran.

You say this is immoral?

Haha, his moral bottom line is still quite flexible!

He turned off the tablet, lay down on the bed, blinked, and began his deep space adventure again.

Zhou Huanan was very efficient, or rather, his new research did indeed attract a lot of attention from higher authorities.

The next afternoon, he was summoned to Zhou Huanan's office by a phone call.

This time, there was one more person in Zhou Huanan's office.

A lean man in his fifties, with a few strands of gray hair at his temples, wore black-rimmed glasses, his gaze sharp behind the lenses. He sat opposite Zhou Huanan, also holding a document in his hand, looking down as he flipped through it.

"Hu Biao, you're here." Zhou Huanan gestured for him to sit down and pointed to the middle-aged man. "This is Professor Cheng Jinsong from the School of Robotics, the deputy director of the National Key Laboratory, and the co-leader of your research group."

Cheng Pusong looked up, the sunlight falling on Hu Biao. He looked him up and down for a few seconds with a hint of curiosity, then nodded without saying anything more.

Hu Biao's lips twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything more.

Zhou Huanan cleared his throat and began to formally introduce the situation.

"After you left yesterday, I compiled a brief report on your biological neurotransmitter and submitted it to the school leaders and relevant departments overnight."

He paused, a hint of complexity in his voice, "The approval came down this morning. Faster than you imagined, and also—significant."

Hu Biao blinked. "How old?"

"The funding is 100 million yuan," Zhou Huanan said.

Hu Biao paused for a moment, glanced at Professor Cheng Jinsong opposite him, and felt somewhat frustrated. He had originally thought that it was just a small research group, with a few million at most, maybe ten million at most.

After all, it really doesn't cost much money. He was even thinking that if he could get ten million, he could be a little greedy. But you just gave me a hundred million and even brought over a big professor. How am I supposed to be greedy now?

"That's not all." Zhou Huanan's expression turned complicated when he saw him staring blankly. "The entire seventh floor of the Robotics Institute's experimental building will be allocated to your research group as office and experimental space. All kinds of equipment and consumables can be applied for as needed and will be given priority."

Hu Biao took the document and turned to the first page.

[Project Title: Research on Intelligent Protection Systems Based on Biological Neural Mediators]

[Project Number: 3026-047-BI0-R0B]

[Affiliated Institutions: College of Life Sciences and College of Robotics Science and Engineering, Teito University]

[Project Leaders: Zhou Huanan (Academician), Cheng Jinsong (Professor)]

[Executive Team Leader: Hu Biao (PhD Candidate)]

He glanced at the titles, then his gaze continued downwards, landing on the "Research Team Member" section.

The list is short, with a total of twelve people.

Four doctoral students, six master's students, and two undergraduate students.

In the undergraduate section, the first name clearly reads Lu Yiran.

He didn't even glance at the names below and simply closed the file.

"Teacher, are you kidding me? What 'Research on Intelligent Protection Systems Based on Biological Neurotransmitters'? I don't remember even writing an application report, and you've already decided on the name?"

"This project was decided directly after the higher-ups read your paper. Why bother with an application?" Zhou Huanan said, looking displeased. "One hundred million yuan in funding, an entire floor of laboratory space, twelve researchers—what more do you want?"

"I don't want to think about it too much, it just feels different from what I thought before."

"So what are you envisioning?" Cheng Jinsong suddenly asked.

"I only have a small lab of a few dozen square meters, and a few students to help me are enough. I don't need so many people. Yeah, what would I do with so many people? And what would I do with four PhDs? Isn't that a waste? And the funding, why are you approving so much funding for me? I have too much money to spend!"

"Stop talking!" Zhou Huanan slammed the thermos cup in his hand onto the table.

Cheng Jinsong laughed, "It seems Hu Biao is very confident in himself!"

"It's not that I'm confident, it's that I've already completed most of the design. All that's left is a few undergraduates with good hands-on skills, and the materials won't cost much, so—"

"The higher-ups attach great importance to your research," Cheng Jinsong said. "Most importantly, they need you to produce results as soon as possible."

"Produce results as soon as possible? What results?" Hu Biao narrowed his eyes.