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

Chapter 127 Execution Team Leader, Hu Biao

The higher-ups need you to produce results as soon as possible!

That's what I meant.

Hu Biao immediately understood the implied meaning.

It seems that the higher-ups have their own plans, or rather, related schemes, and my research results just happen to meet some of their requirements, which is why this situation has arisen.

Sure enough, Cheng Jinsong took a deep breath, adjusted his glasses, and said, "You know about my country's manned lunar landing program, right?"

"Yes, I know, but I only know that there is such a plan, but I don't know the specific timetable."

"Within six months."

"What?!" Hu Biao was startled. He did have a high-dimensional vision, and now he also had Sang Biao No. 1, but these were not omnipotent. So many things happened in the world every day, he couldn't possibly know everything. What he could know was what he wanted to know, or what he could think of and was interested in. As for what he couldn't think of or wasn't interested in, he had no intention of understanding it.

Manned lunar landing?

What the hell is that thing? What's so great about landing on the moon?

It's just an ordinary satellite, isn't it?

Oh, it's not exactly ordinary; there are some things on it, but—

Isn't that something you can see at a glance?

Having grown accustomed to wandering among the stars, I've become oblivious to what's right in front of me.

"Wait a minute, wasn't there some kind of multi-year plan? The announced login date is at least three or four years away, how come it's six months from now?"

"A manned lunar landing is a massive and magnificent project. It will definitely be broadcast live globally. At that time, it can only succeed; failure is not an option. We must be 100% certain. Therefore, before we are 100% certain, we need to try it out in advance."

"Understood." Hu Biao seemed to understand something; this was being planned ahead!

"What would my research group be doing in six months?"

"While the bio-armor you mentioned is nowhere to be seen, the bio-medium materials have given us more options. What the higher-ups mean is, could you first develop a lighter and safer spacesuit? After all, the current spacesuits are too cumbersome and inconvenient. If we can optimize them, it will greatly help our manned lunar landing program."

"Six months?!" Hu Biao stroked his chin, then suddenly laughed. "Add in preparation, testing, and so on, it seems I don't have much time left!"

"Yes, the sooner the better."

The next day, at the Robotics Institute Experimental Building of Imperial University.

The seventh floor had been completely repainted, and a faint smell of paint still lingered on the snow-white walls.

At the end of the corridor, a large room that was originally used as a lecture hall has been temporarily converted into a research group meeting room, with a long table in a circle and twelve chairs arranged opposite each other.

Lu Yiran was the third to arrive.

When she pushed the door open, there were already two people sitting inside: a tall, thin boy wearing thick glasses, looking down at his phone; and a short-haired girl staring blankly at the confidentiality agreement on the table.

"Hello, I'm Lu Yiran, a junior in the Robotics Department." Lu Yiran smiled at the short-haired girl and sat down next to her.

"Wang Meng, a first-year doctoral student in the School of Life Sciences." The short-haired girl looked up, her expression somewhat dazed. "Were you also notified at the last minute?"

"Yes, I received the email yesterday afternoon at 5 PM. It said it was for a newly established classified research group, and we had to be there by 8 AM this morning." Lu Yiran lowered her voice. "Do you know what kind of research it is?"

Wang Meng shook her head, "I don't know. Even my supervisor didn't tell me. He just said it was very important and that I should sign the agreement first."

The two looked at each other and saw the same curiosity in each other's eyes.

A few more people came in through the door.

A boy in a plaid shirt, an older man with glasses who looked like a postdoctoral fellow based on the amount of hair on his head, and two graduate students whispering to each other.

At 7:55, all twelve people had arrived.

"Who do you think will be in charge of this project?" the boy in the plaid shirt sitting opposite Lu Yiran couldn't help but ask. "Someone who can get Academician Zhou and Professor Cheng to jointly send an email must be a top expert, right?"

"Could it be an academician from another university?" a graduate student chimed in. "Or a senior researcher from a research institute?"

"I think it should be some kind of outstanding young scholar, around forty years old." Another bespectacled man who looked like a doctoral student pushed up his glasses and said with certainty, "My supervisor told me that our project is a key interdisciplinary project."

Lu Yiran didn't say anything. She didn't care who the research group leader was. She was only a junior and had already secured a place in graduate school. Joining this research group would only benefit her, not harm her. As for the confidentiality agreement, well, she had signed several before.

At 8:00 sharp, the meeting room door was pushed open.

Zhou Huanan and Cheng Jinsong walked in one after the other, with another person following behind them.

Everyone's eyes instinctively turned to that person, and then they all froze.

He was a young man.

very young.

Outrageously young.

He was wearing a plain white shirt, sleeves casually rolled up to his elbows, black casual pants, and sneakers. His features were sharply defined; he looked...intimidating, sleazy—and strangely familiar.

As he followed the two professors in, his gaze casually swept around the conference room, lingering on Lu Yiran for less than half a second before looking away.

"Eagle Claw King Hu Biao!!"

Finally, the boy in the plaid shirt blurted out, even standing up involuntarily, pointing at Hu Biao with a look of shock and disbelief.

"Heh, Hu Biao, it seems my reputation has spread far and wide!"

Zhou Huanan chuckled.

"A genius like me is like a firefly in the dark; wherever I go, I catch everyone's eye," Hu Biao said with a smile. Then, he looked at the twelve people, raised his hand, and greeted them, "Hello everyone, I'm Hu Biao."

It's like a fan meeting.

Zhou Huanan's face darkened, and he didn't want to speak anymore.

"Everyone's here." Cheng Jinsong nodded to everyone, but instead of sitting down, he stood in front of the conference table, his gaze sweeping over the twelve people present. "Let me introduce myself first. I am Cheng Jinsong from the School of Robotics. This is Academician Zhou Huanan from the School of Life Sciences. I believe everyone is familiar with him."

"I've called you here today because there's an important project that requires your participation. The content of this project has already been mentioned in the confidentiality agreement you just signed. Without permission, you are not allowed to disclose any information about the project to anyone, including your family, advisors, and classmates. Violators will be dealt with according to relevant regulations, and serious cases will be handed over to judicial authorities."

The atmosphere in the meeting room suddenly became tense.

"Now, let me formally introduce this research project." Cheng Jinsong paused for a moment. "The project title is 'Research on Intelligent Protection System Based on Biological Neural Mediators,' and it is supported by the School of Life Sciences and the School of Robotics. Academician Zhou Huanan and I are the project leaders."

Everyone nodded slightly; this was the same as what was said in the email.

Then, Cheng Jinsong raised his hand and pointed to Hu Biao, who was sitting to his side and behind him, "Daily management, research progress, and personnel allocation are all handled by this person. He is the executive team leader of this project, Hu Biao."

There was a moment of silence in the conference room.

Then, like a pebble thrown into a calm pond, ripples spread silently.

The doctoral student with glasses froze.

The boy in the plaid shirt had his mouth slightly open.

Wang Meng subconsciously turned her head to look at Lu Yiran, as if trying to confirm whether she had misheard.

Lu Yiran didn't look at her; her gaze was fixed on Hu Biao, and only one thought occupied her mind—

He's the team leader?

Are you kidding me?

Yes, Hu Biao is very famous. He is not only good at fighting, but also has good academic achievements. He has even published two articles in top journals. However, even so, he should not be in charge of a research group that requires a confidentiality agreement.

"I know what you're thinking," Cheng Jinsong said calmly. "Hu Biao is indeed young, but he completed all the undergraduate projects at Jiangnan University's School of Bioinformatics in just one year and is currently Academician Zhou's doctoral student. This project is also based on his latest research findings."

"You are able to sit here because you are all excellent, but your understanding of this technology is currently zero. Hu Biao, on the other hand, is the creator of this technology. Therefore, he is the authority in this research group."

The meeting room was completely silent.

The doctoral student opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

"Alright, that's all I have to say. Hu Biao will explain the specifics of the project to you. That's all."

After saying that, he and Zhou Huanan left the conference room.

The sound of the door closing was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

All twelve people's eyes fell on Hu Biao.

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