Ming Dynasty, New Rome, and Infinite Divine Machine

Discovered?

Shangluo suddenly realized that if Qi Yuan found out, she would definitely be on high alert and watch him write every word carefully.

However, the voice sounded quite unfamiliar. It was not Qi Yuan, nor any other acquaintance.

Look back.

A figure in a black tracksuit squatted beside him, his eyes covered with a black cloth, an umbrella placed across his knees.

"Ah, Captain Gao. Nice to meet you."

"It's me who's nice to meet you. Nice to meet you, Your Excellency Chishijun." He extended his hand to Shangluo and made a gesture for a handshake.

The simple gesture made Shangluo's pupils tremble. For as long as he could remember, no one had ever attempted to shake his hand. This was Roman etiquette, not practiced in the Ming Dynasty. The Romans knew that physical contact like shaking hands was not in accordance with etiquette, and they would not initiate a handshake.

"Eh?" He pulled his hand back a little. "Isn't this handshake wrong? I wanted to greet you using your etiquette."

"How did you know?"

"Which one?" he asked. "Do they know you are the Lord of the World? Or do they know you are from another Red County Divine Land? If it's the former, I learned it from Master Lan. You were appointed by His Majesty the Dao Lord as the Lord of the World, and this has spread within a small circle. After all, it's an appointment. If you don't let others know, there's no point in the appointment."

"What about the latter one?"

"Well, actually, quite a few people know about it, even more than those who know you're Chishi-kun. I just don't know who they are. But the fact that a messenger has descended from 'the other us' is a sign of the Qilin, a very good omen."

"So that's how it is. I knew it then. By the way, I haven't asked you yet, what do you think about this matter? Do you find it strange?"

"How could it be strange? It feels like... well... I'm from a very faraway province, like Guangdong or Guangxi. Even though we might not see each other for a long time, the bond between us won't fade because of distance. We're all family. It's like... I ask you: How does a fox bark?"

"The great Chu rises to power under King Chen Sheng?" This is almost engraved in his DNA, because Shangluo himself has learned this text on both sides.

"Hey, look." Gao Shiyu smiled. "Those who understand are our own people. Outsiders, barbarians and the like can't understand this. They don't have such interesting souls."

"Since you're one of us," he lowered his voice, "from what you said, you often use Tianyi Guiren to do your homework?"

"Yes, yes, I can't see. That's why I've always asked Tianyi Guiren to write for me since I was a child. Because I can't see, Tianyi Guiren can actually hang around in front of me. The few writers around me are all good at writing, and they can all read."

"Eh???" Shangluo was stunned for a moment, "There's actually such a convenient place?"

"Then this is for you, do you want it?"

"Ahem, sorry, sorry."

"But I'm not completely blind." He reached out and wiped his forehead above the eye mask, and the divine eyes painted in cinnabar appeared on his forehead. "I have clairvoyance."

"Ah, no wonder you saw me just now."

"Although I can't see the world, I can see a lot of useful things. You're as bright as a fireball in my eyes, and I can see you even from the corner, so I took this opportunity to meet you. I'm looking forward to our match later."

"Then would you mind telling me about your tactics?"

"I mind."

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"However, I can reveal a piece of information to you - the questions in your preliminary round seem to be very difficult."

"Really? How did you know?"

"Because it's tough over there too. I don't know why, but it's incredibly difficult this year. The challenge is that 120 seconds before the start, we're told the track direction has to change, and everyone has to turn around on the spot. Anyway, take care, someone's on my way."

"Captain! Captain!" someone shouted in the corridor outside the door.

"I'm here!" Gao Shiyu stood up and walked towards the door with an umbrella.

"Captain, why did you run out again? What if you fell? Come back with us quickly. There's a phone call for you."

Chapter 325 Topic

"Really?" Qi Yuan exclaimed in astonishment upon learning the news. "Telling everyone a few seconds before the race that the track would be reversed? Who came up with this idea? Is the source of this information reliable?"

"Just now when I went out to buy a Coke, I ran into Gao Shiyu in the corridor, and he told me."

"It's over, it's over, it's over." Qi Yuan looked at the clock. There were still dozens of minutes before the competition started. "I just hope the questions will be announced this morning, and not like them, who made a surprise announcement right before the competition started. Ah."

She looked at Shangluo: "It's all thanks to you, our savior! If the organizer suddenly gives us a big job and Wen Yuan can't handle it, then we have to rely on you."

"Don't worry." Shangluo patted his chest, "I'll definitely get it done."

No matter what, he must win. Gao Shiyu didn't just come to deliver a letter, nor did he come to get close to her.

The words "I'm looking forward to it" still lingered in his ears—a challenge. Although there was no malice, and although he seemed a nice person, the meaning of "challenge" was self-evident.

If we don't calm him down at this time, it will be difficult to lead the "people in heaven" later.

"Squad Leader Qi, do you know Gao Shiyu? As the team leader, what are his main responsibilities?"

"drive."

"Driving? He can't see anything, and he drives?"

"Yes. But he's the commander, not the driver. The Yanshan team's car this year is a two-seater. He sits in the back as the commander, and his twin sister, Gao Qingyu, is the driver in the front. Gao Qingyu's thunder magic was taught directly by Master Lan. She has practiced the Thunder Blazing Heaven Sutra to the third level, eighth turn, and only broke through to the fourth level in the past few years. She's much more powerful than that Wen Yuan. And it's said that these two have been connected since childhood, so connected that even their handwriting is identical."

"Ah this."

This wasn't just a simple telepathic connection. This probably meant Tianyi Guiren had to write two copies of his homework.

"Their family has trained two Qigong practitioners?"

"Strictly speaking, Gao Shiyu doesn't count, because he doesn't practice Qi. However, his family is indeed very powerful. Do you know who their father is? You may not have heard of his name, but you have seen his work: the White Star. Gao Jinlun, the chief designer of the White Star, is their father. I heard from Zhu Ling that Gao Jinlun is currently at the Imperial College Affiliated High School, having returned to school to supervise the assembly of the White Star II."

"This seems a bit tricky."

"Are you sure?"

"Have."

Shangluo answered like this. Even if he didn't have it now, he had to say yes. Because he had to win this match. The harder it was, the more he had to win. Because if the opponent was weaker, losing could be considered bad luck. But if the opponent was well-prepared and strong, then losing would be a matter of strength, a sign of being bad. Competition is based on strength, and being bad is the original sin.

A rookie couldn't possibly hold them in check, no matter what. Only his profound Dao and true strength could prove it. So he not only had to win, but also win beautifully and decisively.

"but."

Shangluo glanced around. The Longjiang team's weakness was immediately exposed—while they had three Qigong practitioners, the other team seemed to have many more. They had mobilized the entire Northern Zhili region, while the core gearbox issue had only been resolved last month.

"Hey, hey, hey." Qi Yuan looked at him. "Judging from your expression, are you sure?"

"I have to get serious."

He had previously thought the competition wasn't too difficult, so he didn't put all his energy into it because he had a lot of other things to do, including server management. But facing this "star-studded" moment, he had to show some real skill to win.

"Don't worry." Shangluo waved his hand. "As the technical director, I have my own way. You can relax for now. At least we will definitely have no problem getting first place in the preliminaries."

"Here I come." A few minutes later, Qi Yuan, who had heard the news from outside, walked in quickly and signaled everyone to stand up.

The examiner appeared at the door of the lounge with a folder: "Good morning, students."

"Good morning, sir."

Regardless of whether the other person holds a teaching position, it is always right to address the examiner respectfully as "Sir".

Next, he should make a serious announcement. First, he'll announce whether the exam questions will be released this morning. If so, everyone will start working on their plans today. If not, there will be another announcement tomorrow morning, at the same time, before the competition begins—but there's no ruling out a surprise question, such as suddenly asking for the questions to be written in reverse order before the competition begins.

"Well," he paused, "I'll give you the question now."

With that said, everyone felt more at ease. With a day, they could at least prepare.

He glanced at his watch, and there was still a little time left before the announcement. He stared at the watch for 10 seconds.

"Okay, now is the time." He took out the "test paper" from the folder and handed it to everyone.

“The topic this time is…”

"(*Wuhu Yayan*)!" The Rockets in the garage next to the right suddenly roared, interrupting the examiner's words.

It’s not that the vocabulary of Wuhu Yayan and Jinling Yayan is basically the same, it’s just that the frequency of appearance is not as high as that of Jinling Yayan.

After the right side quieted down a bit, the examiner announced: "This time the question is..."

"Fuck!" Someone on the left suddenly exclaimed and interrupted him again.

This is not the Jinling elegant language, but the meaning is the same.

Shangluo, Wenyuan, Qiyuan, and Han Xingzhi, who had just arrived five minutes ago, looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Ahem." The examiner cleared his throat, making sure no one would disturb him before saying:

"The topic for the Nanzhili qualifying round of the Shaoping 4th Middle School Formula Student Competition is: gasoline is not allowed to be used as fuel, it must be replaced with alcohol."

"(*Jinling Yayan*)!"

The standard Jinling elegant language burst out in the lounge.

"How can we drive with alcohol!!!" Han Xingzhi slammed the table. "You race organizers, show me a car with alcohol! How can we race with an alcohol car?! Give us a day to prepare!"

"There's no point asking me. I just found out about it this morning, and I think it's outrageous too. Just read the written documents yourself, that's all." The examiner had already anticipated their performance, because he had the same reaction when he saw it.

The door of the lounge closed, leaving a room full of people in a daze.

"Document. Take a look at the document." Shangluo stood in front of the table and opened it to take a look.

"Hmm," Qi Yuan was the first to look up. "Although it's outrageous, it's not that outrageous. Let's use alcohol, but a mixture of 81% high-purity alcohol, 19% fuel, and other additives. A tanker will be delivering the fuel soon. Theoretically, the octane number should be higher than 92 or 95 gasoline, perhaps exceeding 100, reaching 102 or even around 105. It has very high performance - but this is still (*Jinling Yayan*) outrageous!"

Qi Yuan, who usually didn't mention this, cursed out loud: "No matter how high-performance it is, it's not gasoline! The engine tuning is completely different! Who came up with this question?" She flipped the document to the front and took a look at the cover:

"The Ministry of Industry's Yuheng Department? I knew it!"

"What does this department do?" Shangluo asked.

"This department has a long history! The one in charge of mountains and lakes is called Yu, and the one in charge of rivers and forests is called Heng. The Yu Heng Department is a continuation of the ancient Yu Heng official. This department is now engaged in sustainable development and environmental protection - they are the Ministry of Environmental Protection! It's over, it's not just this time, I guess all competitions will use this thing. It's over, it's over! I know the octane number and theoretical performance of this thing are higher than the previous fuel, but who can tell me how to adjust the parameters of this thing! Pen. Give me paper and pen, quickly calculate the calorific value. Maybe there is still hope."

Chapter 326 Yu Heng

Qi Yuan wrote a formula on the paper in a swift and ferocious manner, from top to bottom, like a talisman. This kind of formula written from top to bottom seemed a bit difficult for Shangluo, but now he could understand it more or less. This was a calculation of calorific value.

After calculating on the big paper for more than half an hour, she drew a circle on the final result and threw the pen aside:

"Thirty-four percent! That's it. We're going to inject 34 percent more fuel."

Han Xingzhi next to him calculated it and nodded: "That's right."

"So, how does this change in terms of performance?" Shang Luo asked.

"Yeah." Since it involved professional fields, Han Xingzhi became more serious.

He crossed his arms and walked around twice. "This ethanol gasoline... Oh no, this ethanol gasoline has a higher octane number than gasoline, which means it has better extreme performance because of the higher compression ratio. Gasoline is like spiritual energy: the more you have, the better it is. The more compressed it is, the more powerful it is. A mountain of radishes can't compare to a tiny bit of compressed spiritual energy. But..."

He pointed to the number "34%" with his pen:

"Although the ultimate performance is higher, the calorific value of alcohol is not as good as that of fuel anyway, so we inject 34% more fuel. This means that fuel consumption will also increase by 34%-in addition to There are other parameters to adjust, such as the oxygen intake, the timing of ignition, etc. Hmm"

He looked at Shangluo and said, "Let's run for a bit. Add fuel and run for a bit, then adjust it. Big brother, are you going to run today, or is it Wen Yuan?"

"Wen Yuan ran, I promised before"

"No, no, it's up to you." Wen Yuan shook her head, "Although I really want to play, but now is not the time to play. Now I have professional problems to solve. Let the technical problems be handed over to the technical director. Let me handle it."

Wen Yuan is still quite reliable when necessary.

"Alright. I'll do it myself then."

He changed into his racing suit in the locker room. His official suit bore the Longjiang team crest, an octagonal frame framed by the silhouette of a treasure ship. This was the Longjiang Shipyard's emblem, representing the warships it had built for Zheng He's voyages and numerous major wars. From the earliest treasure ships to the early modern battleships, all the way to the secret weapon, the Lianshan, all were built at the renowned Longjiang Shipyard.

Longjiang Shipyard didn't need to advertise, so they didn't paint the car like the Lanfang Company did. The Tiandao Yingkui was very clean, with only the dark blue paint except for the serial number [05〥()].

The racing suits and helmets are the same color as the car. The team didn't have to pay for the outfit; it was custom-made by the school, and the sizes are based on Shangluo's.

Holding his helmet, he walked outside, and the Rockets team in orange uniforms came out from next door.

"Are you done?"

"No, what about you?" Shangluo asked him.

“No, let’s try it first.”

Both vehicles were parked in front of the maintenance station. Just now, under the supervision of the invigilator, the fuel tanks were emptied and then filled with

Fuel ethanol.

The proportion of this stuff can't even be called ethanol fuel, it can only be called fuel ethanol.