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

Chapter 130 My Father-in-Law Asked Me to Take Care of You

"What a trash game! The controls are inhuman."

"The image quality is terrible. Is this pixelated style still around in 2026?"

"I played for ten minutes, then uninstalled it because I had no idea what I was doing."

"Can anyone tell me what this game is all about?"

"I found a plant that glows, but I got poisoned as soon as I got close. What the hell?!"

"Don't get close to that plant; there are warnings."

"Where's the hint? I can't see it."

"Hey, what are our research group's working hours? When can we leave work?"

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Two hours later, in the conference room on the seventh floor of the Robotics Academy, a group of highly educated research team members were forced to play games on their phones. The more they played, the more agitated they became. While playing, they cursed and swore, and their inner thoughts were even more vulgar.

At that moment, the meeting room door was pushed open again.

Hu Biao poked half his head in, his gaze sweeping around the room before settling on the empty chair. A cold smile flickered across his lips, vanishing in an instant.

"Alright, look at you all, running around like headless flies. With such low efficiency, how are you going to work for me?" He pushed the door open, holding a stack of A4 papers, and threw them on the table. "I've assigned tasks to each of you. Take a look."

Eleven people gathered around, and each person drew a card.

Lu Yiran looked down at her own photo.

Name: Lu Yiran

[Task: To be determined (to be announced later)]

[Note: Today, I'll first familiarize myself with the workflow by working with other people.]

She paused for a moment, then looked up at Hu Biao.

Hu Biao was giving tasks to the others with his back to her.

"Zhao Qingyang, you're in charge of the overall coordination of game promotion. Contact major app stores, game communities, and live streaming platforms. If you need to invest in the game, invest in it; if you need to find streamers, find them. There's no budget limit, but I need to see data on the results."

"Chen Rui, you're in charge of collecting and organizing player ideas. Build a database, categorize and archive all submitted design proposals, and label them with keywords, design concepts, and preliminary feasibility assessments. Compile a summary daily."

"Wang Meng, you'll be in charge of social media operations. Create an official account, post game-related content, interact with players, and guide the discussion. Focus on guiding players to design protective gear for the lunar environment."

"Li Wei, you're in charge of technical coordination. If any of the designs submitted by players seem promising, contact them to understand their detailed ideas, and if necessary, invite them to join our testing group —"

Hu Biao gave instructions one by one, his tone flat, as if there was no room for discussion.

Finally, he said something that almost made everyone explode: "Alright, you can go home now. If you want to play games, go home and play them. Don't waste public resources here!"

Of the eleven people, even Li Wei, who had the best temper, left without a word after receiving the task, his face grim.

After all ten people left one by one, only Lu Yiran remained.

Unfortunately, everyone else has a specific task, but hers is pending.

What does "Team Leader Hu, my mission is pending" mean?

"Come with me!"

After saying that, he turned and left. Lu Yiran was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously followed him.

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The two walked down the corridor one after the other and arrived at the door of a closed office at the end of the corridor.

Hu Biao pushed open the door, stepped aside to let Lu Yiran in, and then closed the door.

The office is small, about 20 square meters, with a desk, two chairs, and a filing cabinet. There is a computer on the desk, and a small box about the size of a palm next to it.

The sound of the door closing made Lu Yiran's heart jump. A bad thought rose from the bottom of her heart: Could this bastard have ulterior motives towards her?

No way, no way!

It's not impossible!

This guy is a scoundrel, despicable, bullying, embezzling funds—what else wouldn't he do?

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through her mind, and she stopped in her tracks, wanting to rush out the door—

"Come here, what are you thinking about?"

Lu Yiran hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with a series of dramatic scenarios, from domineering CEO to tragic love story. In the end, she walked to the table and sat down, feeling uneasy.

Unfortunately, after she sat down, none of her previous worries came true.

Hu Biao simply picked up the box on the table, took out a small sealed bag from it, and placed it on the table.

Inside the sealed bag was a small roll of translucent, slightly fluorescent "thread".

It looked like some kind of biological tissue, yet it had a metallic sheen, lying quietly in the bag.

"This is—" Lu Yiran frowned.

"The core of the research," Hu Biao pushed the sealed bag in front of her, "is biological neurotransmitters."

Lu Yiran took it and carefully examined the rolled-up "thread" through the sealed bag.

"May I open it?"

"No, you don't even know what this is." Hu Biao snatched the bag from her hand before she could respond, put it back in the box, and closed it. "I just wanted you to see a sample so you would have a general idea. Your task is to..." He took a printed document from the drawer and placed it on the table.

Lu Yiran took the document. The cover had a title: "Preparation and Application Research of a Novel Biological Neurotransmitter Based on an Active Substance," author: Hu Biao.

"Another paper?!" she thought in surprise, turning to the first page.

The abstract was short, summarizing the core content of the study. At just one glance, she was stunned, her gaze frozen, and her expression became extremely strange and shocked.

The diameter is adjustable from approximately 0.1 micrometers to 5 micrometers.

Excellent ductility.

The signal transmission delay is lower than that of optical fiber.

It possesses the self-repairing ability unique to biological tissues.

When implanted at the site of spinal cord injury in experimental rats, 73% of hind limb motor function recovered after one week.

After being co-cultured with human neurons for 30 days, no rejection reaction was observed, and the neurons actively extended their protrusions to the surface of the medium, forming functional connections.

Successfully transmitted 4K video signals when connected to a standard USB-C interface.

"That's impossible!"

She couldn't help but mutter to herself and turned to the second page.

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"You're studying robotics, so you won't understand the paper's content. Just read the abstract and conclusion."

"you----"

Although she knew Hu Biao was right, Lu Yiran still felt a lump in her throat. She glared at Hu Biao with hostility, put the document in her hand on the table, and said, "Since you know I can't understand it, what's the point of showing me this?"

"As I said, I research robotics," Hu Biao said matter-of-factly. "This is your task. Based on the characteristics of this biological medium, integrate it into your robotics theory and design a prototype of a lightweight protection system suitable for the lunar environment."

"Why me? There are seven other robotics students outside, including a PhD student, and I'm just an undergraduate?"

"My father-in-law asked me to take care of you!"

"Father-in-law?" Lu Yiran looked confused.

"Lu Zhenhua".

"Huh? My dad?"

"Yes, my father-in-law!"

Lu Yiran's expression froze on her face.

father in law?

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