My IQ has been increasing year by year.

Chapter 142 Research Group

Su Wei stood in front of the bookshelf, holding an old, faded rag, and was stacking a pile of foreign periodicals from the cart onto the shelf.

She was wearing a simple light-colored shirt, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose.

"Xiao Su, stop what you're doing."

A voice came from behind me.

Su Wei stopped what she was doing and turned her head.

Old Zhang from the library stood in the aisle between two rows of bookshelves, holding a large teacup, looking somewhat puzzled.

"Teacher Zhang."

Su Wei called out.

Old Zhang took two steps closer and pointed outside.

"Put the rag down and go wash your hands. You don't need to do any more work here."

Su Wei looked at him quietly, waiting for him to continue.

"Just now, Vice Dean Fang from the School of Physics made a phone call here personally."

Old Zhang still seemed not to have figured out the intricacies of the situation, glancing at Su Wei as he spoke.

"They said they're going to transfer you to the foreign language resource room on the east side of the third floor. You'll be in charge of that from now on, mainly responsible for helping teachers from various departments search for foreign language literature on the computer and doing archiving."

Old Zhang took a sip of tea and added.

"There's a private room over there with air conditioning and a new computer. You'll be paid the highest level of allowance for an office worker here. Go up there now and familiarize yourself with the place."

Su Wei lowered her head slightly.

Fang, the vice dean of the School of Physics.

The title flashed through her mind, and then she recalled the person's file in her mental database.

For no reason at all.

The vice dean of the physics department personally called to transfer her, a freshman, to a different position.

Su Wei didn't ask any further questions.

She neatly draped the old rag in her hand over the cart handle and gently patted the dust off her hands.

"Okay, thank you, Teacher Zhang."

Su Wei's voice was light and cheerful. She walked to the sink in the corner, washed her hands, shook off the water, picked up her canvas backpack, and went up the stairs to the third floor.

Pushing open the door to the cubicle in the third-floor archives, a cool breeze rushed in, instantly dispelling the stuffy sweat on my body.

A clean desk was placed by the window, with a Pentium computer on it.

The cubicle was quiet, with only the slight sound of the air conditioner vents.

Su Wei walked over, pulled out an office chair, and sat down.

The chair back is very comfortable.

She placed the canvas bag on her lap, unzipped it, and pulled out a square black floppy disk from the innermost compartment. Inside were Su Wei's models from this period of time.

He skillfully inserted it into the floppy disk drive with a click.

A progress bar quickly appeared on the computer screen, indicating that the loading process was complete.

Hearing the familiar sound of the floppy disk drive reading and feeling the cool air blowing down from above, Su Wei leaned back in her chair and slightly raised the corners of her mouth.

Anyway, it's a good thing.

The next morning.

Physics Building, third floor, east side.

At the end of the corridor, two double wooden doors bear the sign for the Key Laboratory of Fluid Mechanics and Aerodynamics.

Chen Zhuo followed the Taoist priest and stopped in front of the door.

The sorcerer pushed open the door and led Chen Zhuo inside.

The laboratory is very large, and as soon as you enter, you can hear a low and dense buzzing sound.

That was the sound of cooling fans from a dozen microcomputers and two large workstations running simultaneously, the air filled with the smell of heat from the computer cases and the aroma of coffee.

Several huge blackboards stood against the wall, with cross-sectional views of train locomotives and tunnels drawn on them, and dense partial differential equations written around them like a spider web.

There were five or six people in the room, wearing white lab coats or just old T-shirts, staring blankly at their screens or typing on their keyboards.

"Everyone, please stop for a moment."

The sorcerer clapped his hands, speaking quite loudly.

The people in the lab all turned their heads.

Let me introduce it to you.

The Taoist priest pointed to Chen Zhuo beside him, his tone very calm.

"This is Chen Zhuo, a sophomore in the gifted youth program. He has an excellent foundation in mathematics and his theoretical intuition is very accurate. He is currently working in our project team."

At this point, the sorcerer paused.

"However, he has never been to an engineering lab before and has never handled actual project data. Zhang Yuan, you senior students should mentor him during this time and explain to him how our high-speed rail tunnel aerodynamic model rotates, so that he can get familiar with the behavior of real data."

Chen Zhuo stood next to the alchemist, smiled gently at everyone, and nodded slightly.

"Greetings, fellow students."

The man called Zhang Yuan was a tall guy sitting in front of the main computer.

He looked to be about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old. He was a doctoral student, with messy hair like a bird's nest and huge dark circles under his eyes, clearly indicating that he had been staying up late many nights.

Upon hearing the Taoist priest's words, Zhang Yuan quickly stood up, rubbed his sore eyes, and waved to Chen Zhuo with a smile.

"Welcome, welcome! Junior brother, you've come at the perfect time. We're in dire need of fresh blood here."

The other master's and doctoral students in the lab also smiled kindly.

In their eyes, the sorcerer's words were very clear: he was a smart junior with perfect theoretical knowledge, but probably had never even touched a wrench before.

He's a little genius, he deserves to be taken care of.

They actually felt that having a lively junior in the lab could somewhat alleviate the oppressive atmosphere caused by the project's recent stagnation.

After the handover was complete, the Taoist priest, knowing there was a meeting to attend in the lab, gave a few more instructions and then left.

Zhang Yuan pulled a wheeled office chair from next to his workstation and patted the empty table next to it.

"Junior brother, please sit here."

Chen Zhuo walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

Zhang Yuan turned around and rummaged through a metal cabinet next to him for a while, then took out two books as thick as bricks, along with a stack of A4 papers printed with wind tunnel data, and slammed them down in front of Chen Zhuo.

"Fundamentals of Aerodynamics" and "Introduction to Fluid-Structure Interaction".

Zhang Yuan pointed to the two large volumes and smiled somewhat helplessly.

"Junior brother, Dean Fang said you're good at math, but this is a real engineering project. You need to master these basic concepts first, otherwise we won't be on the same page when we discuss problems."

"Okay, I'll take a look first."

Chen Zhuo looked at the two thick books in front of him and did not feel slighted. On the contrary, he felt that this arrangement was extremely reasonable.

He came here to learn.

"The computers we're running right now are handling critical data, the load is too heavy, and they crash frequently."

Zhang Yuan pointed to the computer in front of Chen Zhuo that was not turned on.

"Take a look at the data first. This machine is mainly used for looking up literature. Don't run any big programs yet. If you don't understand any physics concepts, feel free to ask me."

Chen Zhuo nodded, took out a pen from his pocket, and opened the top book.

Seeing that he was so quiet and obedient, Zhang Yuan turned back with satisfaction and continued to stare at the screen of his main computer.

The laboratory quickly returned to its monotonous operating sounds.

Chen Zhuo sat in the corner, quietly turning the pages of the book in his hands.