The true heiress of metaphysics travels back to the 1970s and recognizes her father, a high-ranking

Jiang Muyan was pondering how to answer appropriately when Grandpa Zhou spoke first, guessing, "Muyan, could it be that you only came into contact with these cutting-edge scientific research directions because of your trip to Country A to participate in the competition?"

Old Master Zhou guessed that Mu Yan possessed such powerful mystical abilities that she must have secretly gleaned the hidden military development plans and scientific research strategies of various countries from their facial features and auras when interacting with contestants from different countries.

Jiang Muyan paused slightly, then nodded gently: "I suppose so. Country A's industrial development is extremely rapid. I can tell from the faces of the contestants from various countries that their countries' technological and military development is indeed far ahead of ours."

Old Zhou deeply agreed and sighed heavily: "No wonder you can come up with such advanced research ideas. It turns out that you saw a lot about the military industrial layout of foreign countries during this trip abroad. Those Western countries have been developing in seclusion for many years, hiding their trump cards everywhere. We have been left far behind, which is really frustrating."

Huang Zhenci frowned, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the wooden table. His tone was full of resentment: "They rely on their early start and strong industrial foundation to strictly block all relevant information from us. They even control foreign language documents and technical data with watertight control. We want to catch up, but we can only rely on scattered fragments to explore behind closed doors. The progress is slow and the results are half as good as twice the effort."

"The most pressing issue is the huge talent shortage. The average age of researchers in major research institutes across the country is already over fifty. How many more years can we hold on to the front lines?"

Jiang Muyan nodded and comforted him, "The situation will gradually improve. There's already news that the college entrance examination will be reinstated soon. Ambitious young people who have been waiting for more than a decade will finally have the opportunity to enter university based on their knowledge. In just a few years, a large number of young people who are proficient in mathematics and physics and are willing to immerse themselves in research will continuously join the research team."

Grandpa Zhou laughed upon hearing this: "That's right. Now that you and Xie Chuan have entered the research institute, more and more young people who have studied hard will be joining us. Our worry about the talent gap can finally be gradually resolved."

"Yes, Mu Yan, welcome to our research institute!" Huang Zhenci said, his eyes full of smiles.

"Thank you, Dean Huang, for giving me this opportunity. I will certainly live up to your and Grandpa Zhou's expectations!" Jiang Muyan said, her eyes filled with determination.

"It's not us giving you this opportunity; it's the research institute and the nation that have been longing for a young person like you—with vision, ability, and a deep sense of patriotism. Your initiative to join us is a blessing for us!"

As Huang Zhenci spoke, he added with a smile, "I will expedite the onboarding process this afternoon. You and Xie Chuan can be directly assigned to the core confidential research group of the military industry."

Looking at the scene before him, Grandpa Zhou felt incredibly comforted. "Mu Yan, your and Xie Chuan's thinking abilities are the most impressive I've ever seen. It's our good fortune to have you two join us; you two are such a powerful asset."

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On their way home, Jiang Xiechuan turned to look at his younger sister:

"Little sister, are you sure you want to join the research institute?"

"Um!"

"But this road will be very boring!"

"Don't be afraid!"

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A few months later

Time flies, and Jiang Muyan and Jiang Xiechuan have been at the research institute for more than half a year.

Since stepping into this military research base, the brother and sister have completely cut off all contact with the outside world.

Even during the Spring Festival, a time for family reunion, he couldn't make a single phone call to his family in the compound.

Their core military confidentiality research group was strictly disciplined, implementing a closed-loop, intensive research approach. There were dedicated guards and controls within the institute, and all irrelevant letters and external communications were isolated. Everyone lived and ate within a designated confidential experimental area, and they were not allowed to leave without special approval.

When Jiang Muyan and Jiang Xiechuan were first assigned to this research group, many senior researchers were not optimistic about them. After all, the two looked to be only teenagers, and in the eyes of others, they were just two immature children.

Most of the research group members are senior researchers with gray hair who have been deeply involved in the military industry for decades. The youngest member is nearly forty years old. Every day, they deal with precise military blueprints, special material calculations, and weapon manufacturing calculations. Every set of data involves national defense secrets and cannot tolerate the slightest error.

Initially, some people whispered among themselves, saying that Dean Huang and Professor Zhou were being too protective of their own, and that putting two young lads into the core military industry group based solely on the results of a math competition would only cause trouble and delay the overall progress of the project.

When tasks were initially assigned, the senior colleagues only dared to entrust the siblings with minor tasks such as organizing documents and verifying basic data. They were unwilling to let go of the core tasks, such as weapon architecture simulation and navigation model calculation, for fear that the two were too young and had limited vision and would mess things up.

Jiang Xiechuan and Jiang Muyan knew that they were newcomers, and it was only natural for their seniors to be wary and cautious.

Moreover, they are not yet familiar with this research topic, so they should take this opportunity to learn more about it.

Later, seeing that the two children were very obedient and meticulous in everything they did, everyone gradually felt relieved, but they still dared not let go of the two in the core research.

The real turning point came two weeks later.

That day, the research team was stuck in a dead end regarding the anti-jamming algorithm for a new type of air defense radar.

An elderly researcher with gray hair frowned as he stared at the densely packed formulas on the blackboard.

For three whole days, he tried more than a dozen deduction paths, but he was still unable to reduce the error rate below the safe value.

He was at his wit's end today, so he wrote the problem on the blackboard and asked everyone to help him solve it.

"No, still no... Once this parameter is substituted, the response latency of the entire system will exceed the limit." The old researcher rubbed his temples in frustration, preparing to start over.

Other researchers also offered their suggestions, but none of them were suitable.

Just then, Jiang Muyan, who had been quietly sitting in the corner organizing basic data, suddenly spoke up: "Old Wang, could you try replacing the integral variables in the third group with the limit form of the Fourier transform, and then lower the damping coefficient by 0.03?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

Old Wang was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously began to calculate quickly on the draft paper as instructed.

But after writing just two lines, his hand suddenly stopped, his eyes fixed on the paper, and his pupils suddenly dilated.

"This...how is this possible?" he muttered to himself, the chalk in his hand falling to the ground with a "thud".