The night before the college entrance exam results were released, I redeemed my Peking University ad

Are you kidding me!

Director Anderson gripped the back of the chair in front of him, his knuckles white and the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

Their laboratories around the world are still working on the "stable mass production of bulk superconducting materials," and are still fiercely competing for yield, cost, and critical current.

As a result, this young man has already made room-temperature superconductivity into an internal component of a sword.

Miniaturization!

Integration!

Lightweight!

Director Anderson felt a throbbing sensation in his temples.

The difference between these two technologies is not just a step or two, but a technological gap of several generations!

"My God... He's actually used superconducting materials to this extent..."

An elderly professor from the Max Planck Institute in Germany muttered to himself, his face pale: "We're still grinding samples in the lab, and he's already using them to make flying toys..."

"While we're still racking our brains to improve the critical current density by an order of magnitude, he's already considering aerodynamics!" "Our papers are still writing about 'future prospects,' while his 'future' is already taking to the skies!"

The Nobel laureate standing next to him couldn't sit still any longer. He grabbed the old professor's arm, his voice trembling despite being extremely low:

"And he even achieved energy control on mobile devices!"

"The superconducting circuit on that sword must have undergone some kind of extreme miniaturization design!"

"Coil windings, current leads, quench protection, thermal management... he solved all of these problems! Completely!"

"This isn't a materials breakthrough; it's an engineering miracle!"

"Transforming superconducting materials from laboratory materials into core components of aircraft... such systems engineering capabilities would take at least three to five years in any national laboratory!"

"And it's the most advanced lab! The most advanced team!"

"But how long has it taken him?"

In other words, how long has it been since superconductivity was first made public?

"From materials to devices, from devices to systems, from systems to products..."

"He single-handedly connected the entire chain!" "This isn't just a genius, this is... this is a monster."

"God! Please tell me this isn't real! It's not real!"

A group of foreign scholars spoke one after another, becoming increasingly alarmed as they talked.

Director Anderson of the MIT Superconductivity Laboratory stood there, his face ashen, without uttering a word.

His gaze pierced through the crowd, past the reporters holding microphones, and fixed intently on Ji Bai.

He suddenly remembered three days ago.

Three days ago, when the MIT Superconducting Lab announced a "20% cost reduction," he said something at the press conference:

"Professor Ji Bai's contributions are groundbreaking, but real-world engineering applications require the joint efforts of the entire academic community."

At the time, he felt that he had spoken flawlessly, acknowledging Ji Bai's contributions while implying that "MIT is the leader in engineering."

But now, those words are like a resounding slap across his own face.

Engineering applications?

They've already taken engineering applications to new heights! And you're still grinding away at prototypes in the lab!

Director Anderson's lips trembled slightly, as if he were chewing on something bitter and astringent.

After the CNN reporter finished asking the question, the AFP reporter couldn't hold back any longer.

He pushed his way through the crowd, shoved the microphone in front of Ji Bai, and spoke urgently, as if he were rushing to publish a headline:

"Ji Bai! Even if it's made of superconducting materials, how does it achieve such precise control? How does it autonomously circle and fly? How does it accurately return to its sheath?"

"Could it be... that there's some powerful chip inside?"

The question caused the entire room to fall silent once again.

All cameras and all eyes were focused on the boy.

Because everyone knows that this is the core issue of the entire ceremony.

A flying sword is nothing in essence.

Let alone these world-class laboratories, even a seasoned amateur could do it.

But the true soul of the flight control system lies in its real-time calculations, autonomous retraction, and orbiting maneuver. It needs to perform tens of thousands of attitude corrections per second.

It needs to recognize the owner's gestures, posture, and even micro-expressions.

It needs to autonomously avoid obstacles in complex airflow environments.

The sheath must be returned to its original position precisely after the action is completed; even a millimeter's difference is unacceptable.

The computing power, algorithms, and chips required behind this are the real core components.

Ji Bai, meeting everyone's gaze, paused, then a smile played on his lips:

"No seats available!"

"There is indeed a super chip inside this flying sword."

boom--!

The scene completely erupted.

The reporters were in an uproar!

Scholars were in uproar! The tycoons were in uproar!

Even the leaders on the Chinese side all turned to look.

The councilor's hand, holding a teacup, hovered in mid-air, the rim of the cup touching his lips, but he forgot to drink.

The provincial governor suddenly raised his head, his gaze sharp as an eagle's.

Prefect Liu was even more outrageous. He jumped half an inch off his chair, then realized he had lost his composure and forced himself to sit back down, but his hands were already gripping the trouser legs above his knees tightly.

Chip!

This is the most sensitive scientific term in the world today!

Especially at this critical juncture, the US has just joined forces with its allies to comprehensively escalate its chip blockade against China.

From EA software to lithography machines, from high-end manufacturing processes to advanced packaging, China's semiconductor industry chain has been strangled piece by piece.

From design to manufacturing, from equipment to materials, every step is tightly controlled by others.

And now, this 18-year-old boy, in front of a global live broadcast, admits that he has handcrafted a super chip.

What does this mean? It means... if what he said is true, if he really has a chip manufacturing path that transcends the existing framework...

Then, the semiconductor barrier that the West has built over decades and invested trillions of dollars will be cracked from the very top.

What lockdown?

What supply disruption?

What do you mean "Chinese chips are two generations behind"?

Faced with an absolute technological gap, everything is just a piece of waste paper.

Starting today, the balance of global technological competition will shift substantially for the first time.

And the fulcrum of all this is this boy in a school uniform, carrying a sword, with his hands in his pockets!

……

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away.

The US military, the Oval Office.

The Golden Lion King was leaning back in his office chair, three screens in front of him simultaneously broadcasting live footage of the Fucheng ceremony. When he saw Ji Bai arriving on his sword, the old president could still manage a joke:

"Pretty cool kid! We should have our Ministry of Defense make one too, so I can ride it to play golf after I retire!"

The staff members next to him chuckled dryly.

But when Ji Bai uttered the words "super chip," the smile on the Golden Lion King's face gradually disappeared.

After the translator translated Ji Bai's last words verbatim, the Golden Lion King suddenly stood up from his chair, grabbed the coffee cup beside him, and was about to smash it on the ground.

"That's impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"Our chip containment plan has just begun! Europe, Japan, and South Korea have all signed agreements! TSMC, Samsung, and ASML are all on our side!"

"And you're telling me that an 18-year-old Chinese high school student has already installed a domestically developed chip in a flying sword?!"

"What are the intelligence agencies doing? Why haven't they given us any information at all!"

The Golden Lion King was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, his golden hair a tangled mess from his grip.

The staff members exchanged glances, none daring to speak first. Finally, the National Security Advisor steeled himself and said:

"Mr. President, the most critical issue now is that the sword has demonstrated near-perfect real-time obstacle avoidance and autonomous flight capabilities."

"If that chip really exists, then it has achieved a level of edge computing that we have not yet reached, with extremely low power consumption and extremely small size."

"This... may mean that China has caught up with or even surpassed us in certain chip design capabilities."

The Golden Lion King's face turned completely black.

I couldn't even believe my ears.

"What?"

"Even better than ours?"

"impossible!"

"Keep a close eye on him."

"I need to know everything about that chip!"

"Also, have the Ministry of Commerce and the Office of Science and Technology Policy update their lists of technology blockades against China immediately! Quickly!"

At the same time, the live stream room completely erupted in excitement.

"Wait, why are we suddenly talking about chips? Did I switch channels?"

"Upstairs, the layman sees the spectacle, the expert sees the details. What's truly amazing about Ji Shen's flying sword is its flight control and computing power!"

"Holy crap? Really? It's just a flying toy, isn't it?"

"A toy? You try having those Silicon Valley companies try to make something of the same size that can autonomously fly around targets? Without top-tier chips, you can't even maintain its balance!"

"Has Ji Shen even managed to build a lithography machine?"

"Don't be ridiculous, upstairs. Hand-crafting a lithography machine? Do you even know what a lithography machine is? One of those things costs hundreds of millions of dollars; it's the crown jewel of human industrial civilization!"

"Exactly! Do you really think Ji Bai is a god? I believe he can work on superconductivity, but semiconductors are a completely different field; that requires a whole industry chain!"

"Agreed! Superconductivity and chips are completely different fields. It's true that Ji Baineng can fly with a sword, but he keeps talking about 'super chips,' could he be using some imported high-end microcontroller?"

"Don't be so quick to dismiss him! When has Ji Shen ever let us down?"

"Hehe, some people don't believe in evil spirits, have they forgotten how their faces were swollen from being beaten?" The comments were divided into two camps, arguing fiercely, and the popularity continued to rise.

Let's return our attention to the scene.

Another reporter couldn't help but press for more information.

He's a Bloomberg reporter, blond and blue-eyed, who speaks very fast:

"Ji Bai, would you mind revealing the specifications and performance of that super chip?"

"What manufacturing process does it use? How many nanometers? How much computing power? How much power consumption?"

"Did you design it yourself, or was it manufactured by a domestic company?"

What are its prospects for mass production? Can it be used in mobile phones, automobiles, and data centers?

Please be sure to answer this!

This barrage of questions seemed to lay bare all the core suspense of the entire ceremony.

Everyone held their breath instantly.

Countless eyes were fixed on Ji Bai. The scholars pricked up their ears.

The leaders sat up straight.

The reporters pushed their microphones forward again, almost shoving them into Ji Bai's face.

CNN's photographers even focused on Ji Bai's lips, waiting for him to say that number.

Ji Bai shrugged.

"There's not much to introduce."

"It's just a 10-nanometer chip."

"Just hand-rubbed it."

There's no need to make a fuss.