The little star from the Gobi Desert, handed over to the state, is hailed as a national treasure.

"I'm back!"

Someone shouted first, and the waiting crowd immediately erupted in excitement, with everyone rushing forward eagerly.

As soon as the car in front came to a stop, the guard opened the door, and Brigade Commander Bai carried Tian Tian out of the car, leaving Liang Zhe squeezed to the back.

"Commander!" Brigade Commander Bai strode up to Commander Liu, saluted, and reported, "The child has been safely rescued, and... we've made an unexpected discovery."

"We'll talk about it later!" Commander Liu eagerly reached out to catch Tian Tian. But Chief Designer Wang was half a step faster and also reached out to hug the child.

Unexpectedly, the little guy twisted his body and opened his arms to Professor Qian beside him:

"Grandpa Money!"

"Why--!"

Professor Qian, who was originally a few steps behind, took the child without hesitation.

Commander Liu and Chief Designer Wang stood with their four hands dangling in mid-air, watching helplessly as the soft little dumpling nestled into Professor Qian's arms.

The two top figures exchanged a glance, shook their heads, and both gave a wry smile.

"Sigh, I can't compete with Mr. Qian." Chief Designer Wang sighed helplessly. "I'm not as good as you in terms of expertise, and I can't compare in terms of charm. Even my child is closer to you now."

Commander Liu waved his hands repeatedly, "There's no way, there's no way. I dare not argue with Old Qian."

Professor Qian held Tian Tian in his arms, carefully examining her. Although Liang Zhe had already reported the situation via radio, he was still worried.

Seeing that Sweetie wasn't injured and had eaten canned food in the car so she wouldn't go hungry, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This day must have been a terrifying experience for a young child. The adults tacitly avoided mentioning or asking about it, afraid of stirring up those frightening memories and leaving a terrible shadow on the young mind.

"My sweet girl, are you hungry?" Professor Qian gently held Sweetie's little hand. "I've left some food for you on the stove. Grandpa will take you to eat."

Sweetie shook her head and said seriously, "Grandpa Qian, Sweetie wants to build missiles with the grandpas!"

"What?"

Upon hearing this, not only Liang Zhe, but also Commander Liu, Chief Designer Wang, and others thought they had misheard.

Professor Qian smiled.

"Good! That's ambitious! No wonder you're our base's lucky star!"

Professor Qian did not doubt or deny the child's innocent words. Instead, he nodded approvingly, saying, "Scientific awareness should be cultivated from a young age, especially in our environment."

"However," Chief Designer Wang couldn't help but bend down and ask softly, "why did Tian Tian suddenly want to build missiles?"

Upon hearing this, Tian Tian blinked her big eyes, and her eyes suddenly reddened.

Professor Qian's heart tightened; he immediately realized that this question might have touched a nerve with the child. He was about to change the subject when Tian Tian buried her face in his shoulder:

"Grandpa Qian," the little girl's voice choked with sobs, "it's Aunt Shen. Aunt Shen is asleep and will never wake up again. But she taught Tian Tian how to fly missiles."

The little girl's eyes were filled with tears, but her tone was firm: "Sweetie promised her."

Upon hearing the name "Aunt Shen," everyone fell silent.

Liang Zhe had already given a brief report on Shen Ruowen's sacrifice. He never expected that in her last moments, she would plant this seed in the heart of her three-year-old child.

But these are just childish words. The words "building missiles" are not easy to understand. Not to mention that she was a baby who had never been to a daycare, even many college students and graduate students may never be able to get a glimpse of the missile in their entire lives.

Before Professor Qian returned to China, no one in the entire Great Xia had ever actually seen what a missile looked like. The research and development team at the base today was almost entirely built up by Professor Qian single-handedly, and everyone present deeply understood the difficulties and hardships he had endured.

Therefore, everyone just took this as a promise made when they were sad, and they listened to it but didn't take it seriously.

What everyone cares about more is how to comfort this wounded little heart and how to make up for her materially and in terms of daily life.

Only Professor Qian asked seriously, "Sweetie, do you really want to learn from Grandpa?"

"Yes!" Sweetie nodded vigorously, her eyes firm.

Liang Zhe stepped forward, smiled apologetically at Professor Qian, squatted down, and patted his daughter's head. "Sweetie, you'll have to wait until you're older to learn how to build missiles. There's a lot to learn in that. If you really want to learn, let's start with recognizing characters, okay?"

"Sweetie knows!" The little girl looked up, her expression serious. "Sweetie wants to learn everything! She'll learn to read, and she'll learn to build missiles too."

Liang Zhe was in a dilemma. If he let such a young child come into contact with the country's top technology, others would definitely think his daughter had gone mad.

But he also knew that his daughter did indeed have extraordinary talent.

Could it be that she really learns things much more efficiently than others?

"Grandpa Qian is too busy. Look, he doesn't even have enough time to sleep. The base has heavy tasks, so we can't disturb his work."

Upon hearing this, Tian Tian looked at Professor Qian with pleading eyes and said, "Grandpa, Tian Tian will be a good girl and promises not to talk nonsense, not to bother you, and not to make you angry."

All eyes were on Professor Qian. Most people thought it was a fantasy, just a child's wild idea.

Given Professor Qian's rigorous scholarship and serious attitude towards science, how could he possibly allow a three-year-old to participate in such highly sophisticated work?

A very small minority of people vaguely felt that Tian Tian might be different from ordinary children. While others start learning from scratch, she might be able to grasp deeper concepts as soon as she gets involved.

Of course, only a very small minority of people thought this way; there were only two people present.

One of them is Chief Designer Wang.

Another one... Commander Qian hesitated, swallowing back the suggestion that was on the tip of his tongue.

He had no say in this matter at all.

Professor Qian pondered for a few seconds, his gaze fixed on Tian Tian. Tian Tian also opened her eyes wide and looked back, her expression serious and earnest.

A few seconds, perhaps half a minute, maybe longer. Professor Qian slowly began to speak:

"Okay, you'll learn from Grandpa."

"Wow, really?" Sweetie burst into laughter through her tears, clapping her hands with delight.

Liang Zhe stared wide-eyed, almost unable to believe his ears.

The people around them also showed expressions of disbelief.

"You're kidding, right..." Song Dazhuang muttered to himself. No one knew the weight of this decision better than him. He himself had once mistakenly wandered near the research lab, and before he even entered, Professor Qian had coldly chased him out.

His reasons were very valid: non-scientific researchers are not allowed to approach the missile development area, and unrelated personnel are strictly prohibited from getting close.

This left Song Dazhuang with considerable psychological trauma. For a long time, he would only dare to take a detour when he saw Professor Qian.

As for the research lab, he didn't dare go there at all.

Unexpectedly, Tian Tian's few words were enough to get the usually strict and unapproachable Professor Qian to nod in agreement.

This is just unbelievable!