A Maybach on a rainy night? Talk to my Levadin!

The old principal finally raised his eyes, his blue eyes, hidden behind gold-rimmed glasses, were as sharp as a hawk's.

"I killed all the Deadpools; I didn't kill any of the next-generation ones."

I heard there are quite a few Deadpools in there.

"Yes, I'm an S-level student. This was personally determined by you, the former principal."

"Um……"

Angers nodded slowly, his gaze lingering on Chu Tianjiao's face for a few seconds before shifting away. He leaned back in his seat and said calmly, "Very good. From now on, that's what you'll say to the Secret Party."

Chu Tianjiao raised an eyebrow upon hearing this: "Aren't you going to ask a few more questions?"

"Hahaha... Forgive this old man for being out and about all day; his energy is truly limited... I was just curious. Once my curiosity is satisfied, there's nothing more to ask."

He abruptly changed the subject, a mischievous glint in his eyes: "Now it seems... our S-class prowess remains undiminished?"

"Not bad, your skills haven't declined."

"Well... young man, you should get moving around more and help the old principal out a bit, how about that?"

"Principal, what you're saying..." Chu Tianjiao laughed, "Since you've already spoken, how could I possibly refuse?"

With that, a tacit agreement was reached: Chu Tianjiao would take full responsibility for the Odin incident, while Angers would help withstand the pressure from the Secret Party.

In return, Chu Tianjiao would have to work under the old principal, perhaps by teaching at Kassel College, or perhaps by joining the executive department as a specialist. Either way, it would be a good move for both sides.

For Angers, dealing with some tedious tasks would bring in an S-class combatant for the dragon-slaying mission, making it a worthwhile deal.

Angers gave him a peach, and Chu Tianjiao reciprocated with a plum.

Of course, with Chu Tianjiao in Angers' hands, he might still be able to sway those little guys a bit.

Kids, don't blame me for being despicable... You wouldn't want your father to be ostracized at work, would you...?

……

After a 20-hour journey, Zhao Zizhan and his party finally arrived in Chengdu.

By 04, Chengdu already showed signs of becoming a major metropolis, with towering buildings of all kinds, elevated highways and interchanges, bustling traffic, and a wide variety of shops lining the streets.

However, the imprint of the times is also very obvious. During this period, the number of vehicles on the roads in Chengdu was not considered dense. Most people were still riding old-fashioned bicycles and weaving between the roads. Many people set up mahjong tables on the roadside and played mahjong and chatted in the street.

However, at this moment, the people were not in the mood to appreciate the exotic atmosphere.

Although everyone was of mixed race, the twenty-hour journey, including the rest stops, was still quite tiring, especially for Lu Mingfei, who was posing as a mixed-race person. He was arguably the most uncomfortable throughout the trip.

Exhausted, everyone checked into the hotel suite prepared by Ling (actually Su Enxi). Putting aside everything else, Ms. Su Enxi is quite authoritative when it comes to spending money. At this time of year, due to the National Science and Technology Innovation Competition, it was quite difficult to book a hotel in Chengdu.

After settling the truck and car in and everyone checked in, Zhao Zizhan gave them a few words of advice and then told them to go back to their rooms to rest.

Zhao Zizhan himself installed two cameras near the truck and left a little blood as insurance before returning to his room with peace of mind.

These drones are his lifeline during this period, and he can't afford to make any mistakes.

As a nationally renowned high school, Shilan High School is quite prestigious, so obtaining a competition recommendation qualification is not difficult for them. In addition, the instructors are very professional, which saves Zhao Zizhan's group a lot of application and document filling work.

In terms of sect foundation, it is much stronger than that of any rogue cultivator in the wilderness. But then again, rogue cultivators in the wilderness may not even have heard of this competition.

The material review was completed before Zhao Zizhan and his team set off. What is being done these past two days is the preliminary evaluation stage.

In recent days, Zhao Zizhan has also learned who his opponents are.

Used car surface coating tester, internal combustion engine oil life monitoring device, universal charger, autonomous terrain-adaptive six-legged bionic robot, ultimate internet speed booster, and the "Humanistic Olympics" design scheme for a prosperous China.

The heroes of this world are truly as numerous as carp crossing a river.

But Zhao Zizhan was confident, not only in his companions, but also in the technology he had presented.

Your six-legged bionic robot is certainly impressive, and my quadcopter swarm drone is no sham either.

For most teams, showcasing their results is easy, but explaining their thought process clearly during the defense is a challenge. However, Zhao Zizhan has no such concerns.

This project was entirely self-developed by my friend! There are hardly any references! While it doesn't quite reach the point where this article doesn't need any references, it's not far off.

Chapter 138 The Big One is Coming.

In fact, Zhao Zizhan's project had already caught the attention of the competition organizing committee during the preliminary stage.

After all, the title of the research paper, "Full-Link Development of a Self-Designed Quadrotor Unmanned Aerial Vehicle System: Mechanical Structure, Flight Control Algorithm and Integration Implementation," is awe-inspiring.

The subject matter was so outrageous that the judges immediately suspected it was the work of a sect patriarch.

After reviewing the video materials and papers submitted by Zhao Zizhan, the team leader in charge of technical review made several phone calls to several academicians that very night, "inviting" almost all the experts and scholars in the relevant fields out of their sleep. A group of academic giants who usually wield great influence in their respective fields sat around a projector all night long.

Leaving aside the dynamic configuration, this dynamic model uses Euler's equations, then moves on to the control architecture MPC, SMC, environmental perception sensors, SLAM localization, RRT algorithm navigation, static and dynamic obstacle avoidance, consistency control, self-organizing networks, hybrid energy systems...

After this whole process, no one could tell the lineage at all. The academic circle is like an invisible martial arts world, where each research direction has a clear lineage of inheritance. People in the industry know exactly which laboratory is good at mechanical design and which team specializes in control algorithms. Among the few companies that everyone knows, none of them dare to say that they can integrate these technologies so maturely at this stage.

There are only a few research institutions that conduct aircraft research. The scholars in these institutions are either from the same school or have collaborated on projects, and they all have some kind of small group connection.

Several experts spent the night inquiring among their respective social media circles, and the responses they received were surprisingly consistent: "We haven't heard of anyone involved in this project."

"This technological approach was completely outside our plans."

The technical sophistication in this paper, even with the involvement of a core team from a top institution, would never be easily presented on a student-oriented platform like the Youth Innovation Competition. This completely exceeds the conventional practice of "cultivating one's own prodigies." With such technology, I could go straight to making a name for myself; who would bother studying with the prince?

If we rule out the possibility of a sect patriarch possessing someone, then no matter how outrageous the answer, it's still true—this Youth Innovation Competition has probably been blessed by a celestial being.

This thing isn't used for frying fish anymore; it's like connecting a high-voltage power line directly into the water.

Therefore, when Zhao Zizhan and his team arrived at the venue with their equipment, the judging panel for this youth entrepreneurship competition was urgently expanded from the original 60-person team.

The original lineup of judges, including professors from the School of Chemistry at Tsinghua University, professors from the School of Electronic Information at Sichuan University, researchers from the Chengdu Institute of Intelligent Machines of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and directors of science and technology bureaus, has been expanded to include a large number of people such as presidents of aerospace technology research associations and honorary professors from aerospace industry universities. The titles on the judging panel are more impressive than the last.

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Just having it there creates a sense of oppression.

After a good night's sleep, Zhao Zizhan and his team received a notification from their teacher to take their project finished products to the venue to participate in the first day's project finished product presentation and answer questions from the judges.

Zhao Zizhan checked the camera footage and retrieved the blood he had left in the car. Finding nothing amiss, the group then drove to the venue.

"Sigh, I'm starting to feel a bit scared when I ride in a car now..."

Lu Mingfei slumped and groaned in the back seat of the car, while Ling silently supported his shoulder.

"Just hang in there, it'll get better in a few days."

Hearing Lu Mingfei's wailing from the front row, Zhao Zizhan turned around and comforted him.

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Xia Mi turned her head to watch the two interact: "Didn't you just sleep all day? How come you're already reacting as soon as you get in the car? Ah... I get it, you just want to trick Ling into taking care of you, right! Lu Mingfei, Lu Mingfei, I never knew you were so cunning!"

"You! Don't talk nonsense!"

As if Xia Mi had hit the nail on the head, Lu Mingfei quickly sat up straight, his cheeks slightly flushed, and hurriedly explained that he had been driven crazy by these past two days. These fellow disciples showed no brotherly or sisterly affection and would seize any opportunity to cause trouble, making it impossible to guard against them.

Chu Zihang, who had been silent all along, suddenly blurted out, "Not bad."

"That place is pretty good!"

Zhao Zizhan, who was watching from the side, smiled and replied, "I think it's pretty good in every way!"

Amidst laughter and cheerful conversation, the car finally arrived at the venue. The Youth Innovation Competition was being held at Chengdu No. 7 High School, which was founded in 1905 and will be a century-old school in just a few months.

The school has been bustling with activity these past few days due to the competition, with parents chatting and watching the vehicles coming and going.

"Wow, this car is really cool! What brand is it?"

"I know, it's called Volvo, it's a Swedish car, good cars are rare."

"Didn't you see the nameplate? They're from out of town, probably here for a competition."

"Driving such a nice car just to participate in a competition? Are outsiders that rich?"

Stepping into the school gymnasium, a completely different scene unfolded. Countless students, accompanied by their teachers, were lining up with their artwork. Zhao Zizhan and his classmates quickly followed their instructors' guidance and joined the queue.

After a lengthy opening ceremony and speeches by leaders, the final test finally began.

The pressure from this large expanded team of experts was real. Many students were intimidated by the driving experience, not to mention that these senior academicians had no sense of professional ethics and deliberately asked tricky questions, making the students even more nervous. They stuttered frequently on stage, and many students came down looking pale and still shaken.

Zhao Zizhan and his group tested the equipment backstage and found no problems. Then, they listened to the host's announcement that their group was to go up and give a presentation and answer questions.

As the project leader, Zhao Zizhan is definitely in charge of the defense, but there's a lot he can do with the presentation.

Upon hearing Zhao Zizhan's name, the judges present perked up, thinking to themselves that the real star had arrived.

It's not about disrespecting the other contestants, but the subject matter of Zhao Zizhan's project is simply too captivating. Small quadcopter multi-functional drones have broad application prospects, with enormous potential in both civilian and specialized industries. Countless industry leaders came specifically for this, eager to see what kind of results this young team could achieve.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zhao Zizhan took the microphone and walked onto the stage in casual attire.

This left everyone somewhat puzzled; why wasn't there a physical exhibit on display?

"Respected judges and teachers, good morning/afternoon/evening. I am Zhao Zizhan, and the research and development project I am presenting today is a small quadcopter multi-functional drone."

Zhao Zizhan paused for a moment, then continued, "Due to the special nature of drones, indoor demonstrations may be limited by factors such as space, making it impossible to fully showcase their performance. Therefore, my team and I plan to hold the demonstration outdoors, which will make it easier for us to better explain the functions of our brand-new drone."

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"In addition, some media projection equipment will be used during the demonstration to transmit the real-time images of the drone and various data to the site, so that the judges can watch and understand. We would appreciate the organizers' understanding."

With this one set of excuses, everyone had the same thought in their mind.

The big one is coming.

P.S.: I'll take a short break and then write another chapter.

Chapter 139 Project Defense? Arms Demonstration!

Upon hearing Zhao Zizhan's words, the staff on site immediately began to make contact and communicate.

"No problem, the outdoor display meets the requirements of the project, and we are also coordinating the multimedia projection equipment."

Based on the paper and the child's confidence, the judging panel was willing to do this favor and see what the child planned to do.

The school has an LCD projector; we can coordinate that.

About ten minutes later, the group moved outdoors in a large procession, which attracted even more teachers and students.

"Holy crap, what's going on? The conference has moved to a different location?"

One person looked up at the crowd and asked.

At the final test, most teams were making the most of the last moments to carefully check the operation of their demonstration prototypes, fearing even the slightest mistake. In this tense atmosphere, not many people were distracted by what other groups were doing; everyone was focused on their own task. Only during the final awards ceremony could they truly let go of the pressure and look at the achievements of others.

Seeing this scene while they were busy working naturally left them completely bewildered.

"This is a key project that has been identified, and a tripartite consultation is underway. It should be the drone project."

Not far away, a bespectacled, somewhat arrogant academic star leaned back in his chair and said slowly. He paused, then added, "I've been here twice now. If this drone project really succeeds, it certainly deserves this kind of spectacle."

Several audience members nearby exclaimed in surprise, "Is that drone project really that impressive?"

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"Hey, you guys aren't up to par yet. Let me put it this way, this thing has the potential to change the future. If it comes true, it'll be incredible."

"I see... Where are you from, sir?"

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"So you're the prodigy from Wudaokou! My apologies for not recognizing you... Since this project sounds so impressive... Shall we go outside and take a look?"

"Let's go! I also want to see what that drone is all about."

As Zhao Zizhan and his group moved, a large crowd instantly gathered outside. Zhao Zizhan was alright; although he hadn't seen many big scenes in his previous life, he had at least given a speech to hundreds of infected people and spat in front of Odin, so he could handle this kind of situation.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't nervous at all, but I'll have to face this kind of situation sooner or later, and at a higher level, so it's good to get some practice beforehand.

Zhao Zizhan has a big heart, Chu Zihang is indifferent, Xia Mi is a crazy person, Ling is a cold-faced hero, but our Xiao Lu is different. He is really restless and uncomfortable in this situation.

Having been a loser in the past, he had never had the opportunity to show himself to so many people. Now, not only were his senior classmates all academic achievers, but he also felt extremely uncomfortable under the gaze of a group of silver-haired scholars, like a husky in a wolf pack being shone under a spotlight.

In a daze, Lu Mingfei felt Zhao Zizhan's large hand on his shoulder.

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"Baoyu, we've all been through thick and thin, we can't let ourselves be disgraced!"

Lu Mingfei's Adam's apple bobbed, and he was about to speak up to explain that he was not Baoyu when that hand gently patted his shoulder again.

"Don't worry about it too much,"