Courtyard House: Starting with a 28-inch motorcycle

"After a year of hard work, I feel confident, so naturally more people are willing to apply," Xiao Yao replied lightly.

She suddenly smiled: "I'm quite happy—not a single person from your class left."

"Isn't this good?" Xiao Yao asked softly.

Su Man smiled, pursed her lips, and didn't say anything, but just gripped his hand tighter.

The two were chatting idly on a bench by the lake when a shadow of a tree appeared in the distance, and Han Chunming led Su Meng into the garden.

"Hey! I missed you so much!" Han Chunming rushed over and gave Xiao Yao a bear hug, lifting her off the stool.

"How's it going?" Xiao Yao chuckled and punched him in the chest.

"Come to my house tonight, I guarantee you'll be amazed!" Han Chunming winked, a sly glint in his eyes.

Xiao Yao knew perfectly well—this kid had found another "treasure." Every few days, he'd stuff some strange gadget into his house, dragging him around to talk about jargon for ages, and solemnly instructing him: "Keep it safe! This is a spirit left behind by our ancestors!"

……

That evening, as soon as Xiao Yao opened the door, Han Chunming barged in carrying a dark green velvet box, his face full of undisguised smugness.

"Take a look, this is the best stuff I've been hoarding!" He proudly presented the box.

"Brother, please forgive me, I really don't understand these things." Xiao Yao sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"Few have been heard of who love chrysanthemums since Tao Yuanming; who shares my love for lotuses? The love for peonies is certainly widespread—but I alone love the lotus for its purity, rising from the mud unsullied..." Han Chunming recited fluently, nodding his head. "Surely a college student knows who wrote this, right?"

"Zhou Dunyi, courtesy name Maoshu, sobriquet Lianxi Xiansheng," Xiao Yao blurted out. "And then?"

Han Chunming immediately leaned closer and began to recount the story of how the box was connected to Emperor Qianlong's southern tour...

"Alright, alright," Xiao Yao interrupted him, smiling helplessly, "You've given me another half-day of cultural lessons. How's your own business going?"

"Very stable!" Han Chunming held up one finger. "This amount per month."

"A thousand? That's impressive!" Xiao Yao laughed and punched him again.

"Isn't it all thanks to you? You left me a stall specializing in mountain products, specially approved by the authorities—I only accept dried goods, medicinal herbs, and wild mushrooms from the villagers, and I'll sell them myself." He casually picked up a wine bottle from the table, filled his glass, and gulped down half of it.

"Have you sorted out all those troubles at home?" Xiao Yao snatched the wine bottle and poured himself a glass as well.

"Everything went smoothly as soon as the guesthouse opened." Han Chunming squinted, leaned back comfortably like a cat basking in the sun, and said, "Life is wonderful now."

Han Chunming's mother now works at the trade market to help her son run his stall, while Han Chunming himself has moved into an office building and become the office manager.

He arranged for several poor relatives, some of whom were related to him, to work at the guesthouse, some as apprentices and others as temporary workers, which was a practical way to make a living.

"How are your studies? I heard Su Meng went straight to teaching after graduation. What about you? What are you planning to do?" Han Chunming leaned forward and asked Xiao Yao with a smile.

"Her parents are both teachers, so it's natural for her to take this path; but universities don't just produce teachers—we study hard-core majors, and I'm aiming for the research path," Xiao Yao said with certainty.

"Oh, you want to be a scientist? Great! We believe in you from the bottom of our hearts!" Han Chunming's eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh and laughed.

"What are you so happy about?" Xiao Yao glanced at him sideways, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"If a scientist really emerges in our department, wouldn't I be excited? Keep this box safe. I just made an appointment to see some new treasures, so I'm off!" Before he finished speaking, he pushed the brocade box to Xiao Yao's side, turned around and strode out the door, his laughter still echoing in the corridor.

Xiao Yao opened the cabinet door, inside lay seven or eight "treasured items" that Han Chunming had sent: yellowed old calligraphy and paintings, warm and lustrous old jade pendants, and several bronze medals with thick patina... Looking down at the heavy box in his palm, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly—that's just how this person is; if he thinks something is rare, he has to stuff it into your hands before he feels at ease, and you can't persuade him otherwise.

As soon as Han Chunming left, Xiao Yao sank into the spatial dimension, and the system immediately started teaching: Advanced Mathematics, Algorithms and Data Structures, Electromagnetism, Thermodynamics, Complex Functions and Probability Statistics, Mathematical Physics Equations, Analytical Mechanics, Electrodynamics, Quantum Mechanics...

Among them, the courses "Algorithms and Data Structures" and "Complex Functions and Probability Statistics" were highlighted separately and emphasized.

The system distributes points in real time based on the daily learning intensity, which Xiao Yao then allocates to the five major ability dimensions.

System Panel

Memory (200)

Observational skills (200)

Attention (200)

Thinking ability (200)

Imagination (200)

"This is the benchmark for the top geniuses of your time—limited to the Earth's sphere, excluding the Milky Way. These numbers are not your actual measured values. After six months of solid training, your current true level is:"

Memory 140

Observational ability 141

Attention 140

Thinking ability 145

Imagination 143

Having reached the threshold of early-stage genius (IQ 140), a crucial step has been taken in opening the door to scientific research. Next, maintain a steady pace and continue to delve deeper into the field.

Xiao Yao felt a surge of warmth in his heart. After all, for ordinary people, the intelligence curve basically reaches its peak after the age of twenty. The only way to truly improve one's score is through the system's support and one's own relentless hard work.

"After completing your daily required courses, your private research laboratory will be opened in the space. You must complete an experimental task independently. The system will provide a professional-level assessment and reward you with five-dimensional energy points." The system's voice was calm yet powerful.

Xiao Yao couldn't help but smile – he finally had his own laboratory! In reality, renting one for a day would easily cost tens of thousands of yuan, something he wouldn't even dare to dream of. But here, he didn't have to worry about equipment, consumables, or safety measures.

Without comparison, there is no real sense of reality: so many good ideas are stuck due to funding shortages and abandoned halfway.

The intelligent robot provides full-process training: it disassembles the principles while you operate, provides early warnings for key steps, and stops you a second before you make a mistake. All of these are classic experiments that solidify your foundation.

At the end of July, Xiao Yao returned to school with Su Man to register. Senior students had to return to school three or four days earlier, especially the student council members—they were the ones who set up the first line of defense for the orientation activities.

After a month, he completed all the basic experiments assigned by the system, and his five-dimensional abilities increased by ten points each, making a steady leap forward.

A week into the new semester, campus activities are gradually unfolding. Several universities have jointly launched the "University Friendship League," featuring a wide variety of events.

Xiao Yao's gifted class received a notice: their competition was set for a physics competition, and their opponents would be top students from the same gifted class at a sister university.

This was nominally an academic exchange, but in reality it was an unspoken assessment of the strengths of universities in Kyoto—who had the most outstanding students and whose training path was more solid, all of which would be revealed on the field.

The other projects are mostly in the sports category, but what the school leaders are really keeping a close eye on are these quietly dedicated students in the gifted class who are focused on their research. However, this competition has always been conducted discreetly, without being posted on bulletin boards or broadcast over the loudspeaker.

In addition to regular experiments, a collective achievement must also be submitted—the subject matter is not limited, as long as it is rooted in the logic of physics. Bold ideas and bold practice are encouraged.

The news caused a stir in the whole class.

These teenage prodigies are never afraid of competition; on the contrary, they see it as a good opportunity to test their skills and hope to make a name for themselves and establish a reputation among the best.

But when it comes to real-world testing, going it alone is not going to get you far: whether it's precision experiments or prototype manufacturing, it all depends on the team working together.

The professors let the students form their own groups, first selecting the best from the best in an on-campus competition, and then recommending the strongest group to go on the field.

Soon, class monitor Wang Yutong and vice class monitor Xiao Yao became highly sought-after—they had outstanding grades and were skilled in experiments, and everyone wanted to recruit them into the team.

After discussing it, the two decided to accept their roommate's invitation.

The reason is simple: spending so much time together makes discussions convenient, and inspiration often strikes after lights out.

Furthermore, each of the four has their own strengths—Qian Wentao grew up in his parents' laboratory and has seen real-world problems; Ji Fengnan's theoretical foundation is slightly weaker, but he has a unique way of thinking and an amazing calculation speed; Xiao Yao is steady and quick at debugging; Wang Yutong is good at overall planning, knows how to prioritize, and can cover all risks.

No one objected when they saw that the two of them had chosen to be roommates—they ate at the same table every day and fought over a computer to practice their problems; their tacit understanding was already ingrained in their bones.

Most groups in the class were formed by students from the same dormitory. However, Lin Siyue and Xu Wenxin, these two rising stars, joined forces and surpassed Wang Yutong and her two roommates in grades at the end of last semester, showing their formidable strength.

Upon hearing the news, Qian Wentao immediately shouted in the dormitory: "They're amazing, but we're no slouch either! I've handled, disassembled, and adjusted parameters of those large experimental devices at my parents' workplace when I was a kid—whatever big project you want to do, I can help you oversee it and boost our team's morale!"

Ji Fengnan immediately raised her hand: "I vote for the spaceship!"

Wang Yutong immediately chimed in: "Why not make ultra-precision CNC machine tools—something you can see, touch, and mass-produce?"

Xiao Yao sighed silently, rubbing his forehead: This team seems a bit too arrogant...

……

After the three finished speaking, the word "regret" was already locked in their throats, and they couldn't even muster the thought.

Xiao Yao sighed, rubbing his forehead, his tone a mix of amusement and exasperation: "Materials for machine tools? Spaceships, my foot! You can't even make a decent propeller, yet you're already thinking about interstellar travel."

Ji Fengnan and Qian Wentao immediately looked dejected, as if their energy had been drained, their eyes filled with regret.

Xiao Yao silently weighed the situation in his mind—in this group, he would indeed have to rely on himself to keep things stable. Those kids were indeed very bright, but they were also ambitious and unrealistic, always dreaming big. Ultimately, he would have to shoulder the responsibility of being reliable.

He can now handle basic experiments with ease, but when it comes to creating something new out of thin air, he knows he's still a ways off.

Fortunately, the system contains a vast amount of information. Borrowing a few books and flipping through them might uncover some clues.

"System, do you have any introductory manuals for inventions that are suitable for our current stage? Don't give me anything too fancy, just something practical," Xiao Yao asked directly.

"Yes! F-22 stealth coating design drawings, Concorde supersonic aerodynamic model... Too bad, with your energy level, you can't even open the cover." The system replied lazily.