My IQ has been increasing year by year.

Chapter 70 Cooperation

The motor is not turning.

The polished brass gear remained completely still.

Followed by.

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A very faint, unusual sound.

On a perforated board.

A small resistor connecting the sensor and the main circuit emitted a wisp of blue smoke.

It was accompanied by a pungent, burnt smell.

The relay popped open.

The system is completely paralyzed.

The laboratory fell into a deathly silence.

Six people gathered around the experimental table.

Looking at the smoking, unfinished product.

Zhou Kai's brows were furrowed tightly.

"What's going on? My logic gate calculations are absolutely correct, and the voltages are exactly right."

Miao Shi'an was also stunned.

"My sensor resistance was also set according to the standard threshold, and it clearly triggered during the single test just now."

Wang, who spoke little, grabbed his hair.

"My gears haven't even turned once!"

in the corner.

Professor Wang walked over slowly, carrying a teacup.

He didn't get angry.

There wasn't even a change in his tone of voice.

He placed the teacup on the table next to him.

I casually picked up the multimeter probes and poked them at both ends of the burnt resistor.

"Zhou Kai, your logic circuit is indeed perfect; the output is 5V."

Professor Wang's voice rang out in the quiet laboratory.

"But did you ask Miao Shi'an how much drive current his relay needs? Your filter capacitor is diverting the current."

Zhou Kai was stunned.

"Miao Shi'an, your sensor sensitivity is set to an extremely high level."

Professor Wang looked at Miao Shi'an.

"But have you considered that when Zhou Kai's complex circuit is turned on momentarily, it will generate a brief surge current?"

That surge directly broke through your high sensitivity threshold, causing resistor overload.

Professor Wang finally looked at Wang, who spoke little.

"Your gears are polished like works of art, and that double lever is also exquisite."

"But you didn't even ask Chen Zhuo what the starting torque of that broken motor was."

"The mechanical structure you designed is too heavy; it simply can't move it."

Professor Wang threw the pen on the table.

It made a clicking sound.

"This isn't what you call system setup."

Professor Wang looked at this group of the smartest junior high school students in the province.

His gaze was calm, yet it was like a sharp scalpel, slicing their pride to shreds.

"You call this the monster that created Frankenstein."

"Everyone is looking down, building a perfect block."

"But not one of you looked up and saw the bigger picture."

"Chen Zhuo".

Professor Wang called roll.

"You're the team leader, and you've done a great job assigning tasks."

"But you only cared about the data, not the people."

"You let them pursue perfection in every part, but you let the friction between those parts go unchecked."

"A lack of a holistic perspective and a forceful reduction of personal perfectionism."

"It also lacks a central mechanism for calculating all crossover errors."

"On the field of the national finals."

Professor Wang picked up his teacup, turned around, and walked out.

"If you try to piece together a large-scale project using this 'everyone sweeps their own doorstep' approach."

"If you turn on the electricity, it will explode."

Clean up the table.

"I'll have dinner early today, and then go to evening self-study."

The wooden door closed.

In the laboratory, only a faint smell of burning remained.

No one speaks.

This is a more profound sense of frustration than not being able to solve a problem.

The next three days.

The projects in the First Physics Laboratory became bizarre and diverse.

Professor Wang no longer just gave them circuit boards.

Various rudimentary, even defective, experimental equipment was brought up.

Day 6, Darkroom Optics.

In complete darkness, using a lens assembly with scratches and a cheap laser pointer, an interferometer is pieced together to search for faint diffraction fringes.

Day 7, the thermal limit.

The specific heat capacity of a very small mass metal block is calculated using a crude calorimeter without any insulation.

To counteract the significant heat dissipation errors caused by air convection.

Day 8, Non-standard Mechanics.

Using rusty springs and pulleys with extremely high friction, the torque under a non-uniform gravitational field is calculated.

In these past few days.

The team's atmosphere underwent a fundamental transformation.

Chen Zhuo has changed.

He is no longer just a service-oriented team leader who only calculates total data.

He began to truly take over the real power of the team.

He realized that managing a group of geniuses was completely different from managing Wang Yang and his group before.

We cannot let them do as they please.

They must be restricted by cold, hard data and absolute standards.

Physical engineering requires robustness and durability, not six fragile works of art forcibly pieced together.

In a dark room.

Holding a flashlight, Zhou Kai quickly drew complex calculus equations for light path deflection on a draft paper.

The attempt was made to determine the location of the interference fringe that had disappeared due to the lens scratch.

Chen Zhuo walked over.

He reached out and pressed down on Zhou Kai's pen.

"Brother Kai."

"Your calculus model is perfect, but the glass we have here has a completely uneven refractive index."

"Your perfect model won't work here."

Zhou Kai raised his head, his brows furrowed.

"How do we find it?"

"Use a linear approximation."

Chen Zhuo picked up a pen and drew a rough straight line on the paper.

"Abandon the precision of two decimal places, increase the error tolerance to five percent, and directly perform a carpet scan of this area."

Zhou Kai looked at the straight line, remained silent for two seconds, and then nodded.

"it is good."

In front of the thermal experiment table.

Miao Shi'an carefully heated the metal block with an alcohol lamp, trying to control the temperature at an absolute equilibrium point.

He would stop and readjust if there was even the slightest breeze.

Chen Zhuo walked over.

"Miao Shi'an, don't pursue constant temperature."

Chen Zhuo glanced at the thermometer.

"This broken calorimeter can't keep the temperature at all."

"Heat it directly to the highest point, put it in, record the cooling curve, and then use extrapolation to calculate the heat loss."

Miao Shi'an paused for a moment, then smiled gently.

"clear."

On the mechanical experimental platform.

Wang, who spoke little, took the sandpaper and impatiently began to polish the rusty pulley bearing.

"This piece of junk has too much friction; the formula just doesn't apply!"

Chen Zhuo took the sandpaper from his hand.

"Stop polishing, the more you polish, the more play there will be."

"Machines don't need to be as precise as watches."

"Retain this part of the friction force, treat it as a constant, and directly substitute it into the torque equation."

In this grueling process.

Chen Zhuo did not use any harsh tone to criticize others.

He simply used objective data and the most pragmatic compromise solutions.

Little by little, they eroded the pride and individualism in the hearts of these geniuses.

And Lin Yi.

She still had that lazy look on her face.

Wearing an oversized short-sleeved shirt and canvas shoes.

Watching Chen Zhuo try his best to mold this pile of loose sand into a brick.

She doesn't like to get involved in things.

But she inexplicably trusted Chen Zhuo's ability to cover for her.

Zhou Kai held the pen, his brows furrowed.

I still instinctively resist the conservative linear approximation scheme proposed by Chen Zhuo, which amplifies the error to five percent.

Lin Yi, who was sitting next to him, yawned as he idly held up a cheap lens and waved it at the sliver of light leaking in from the dark room.

He casually tossed the lens onto the lab table, making a soft sound.

"Stop pushing yourself to the limit, Vice Captain."

Lin Yi's voice rang out in the dimly lit laboratory, lazy and with a touch of natural teasing.

"No matter how perfectly you write your calculus equations."

She pointed to the lens on the table.

"It won't save this piece of broken glass, which has about the same light transmittance as the bottom of a beer bottle."

Zhou Kai paused for a moment, his pen stopping in his hand.

Lin Yi raised his chin and tapped Chen Zhuo's draft paper with approximate values ​​written on it.

"The tolerance range he gave was the limit that this pile of junk could withstand."

"Just listen to him, sweep along that line, and you're sure to get stripes."

"If this keeps going, the sweet and sour pork ribs in the cafeteria will really be reduced to bones by tonight."

Hearing the vivid yet unsettling metaphor of the bottom of a beer bottle.

Then I heard Lin Yi's last sentence, which kept urging me to eat.

Zhou Kai looked at the lens on the table, which was indeed ridiculously of poor quality.

He glanced at Chen Zhuo, who was still calmly waiting for him to confirm the data.

Zhou Kai's tense nerves suddenly relaxed.

He smiled helplessly.

I've completely let go of that perfectionist obsession I had.

"Alright."

Zhou Kai readily crossed out the complex calculus formulas on his paper.

"Follow Chen Zhuo's approximate value, get to work quickly, and try to catch up with the sweet and sour pork ribs."

It has the backing of someone as gifted and intuitive as Lin Yi.

Add to that Chen Zhuo's impeccable underlying logic.

Friction within the team is decreasing at an astonishing rate.