Under the towering brick city building, an Audi A8 drove smoothly along the asphalt road into the lush campus.
On the solid marble monument, six words were engraved with vigorous handwriting – University of National Defense Technology.
As the first batch of key universities for the military "2110 Project", the university was under the dual leadership of the Ministry of National Defense and the Ministry of Education. It was also a sub-military district level organization that sent thousands of talents to the military and defense units every year.
Looking at the monument outside the car window, Lu Hao's expression was quite emotional.
This was his alma mater.
In his memory, he hadn't been back here for a long time.
The car stopped at the entrance of a staff community. Judging from the paint peeling off the walls and the five-story building, this community had been around for some time. Lu Hao opened the door and got out. He looked at the man in sunglasses behind him and sighed.
"Do you need to follow me here?"
The man in sunglasses shook his head.
"This is an order from the higher-ups. Just pretend I don't exist."
Lu Hao frowned but didn't say anything. He turned and walked in the direction of the community guard room.
It had been more than twenty years, and nothing had changed here.
He still vaguely remembered that when he was in college, he joined the school's astronomy club out of interest and would come to this neighborhood every few days.
At that time, the astronomy club was just like the astronomy major; it was quite unpopular.
Not only were the members pitifully small, but they couldn't even apply for a decent activity room.
For a club that could disband at any time, the school naturally wouldn't allocate too much funding. After the three minutes of excitement died down, most of the club members who had filled in the application to join the club gradually stopped participating in the activities. Even the club president himself was busy with other things.
There was only one exception.
Even today, Lu Hao still remembered the old man's name.
The instructor of the astronomy club, Professor Nie Changhai. His research direction was a branch of astronomy, a topic that couldn't be any more unpopular — Stellar System Defense Theory. Although it was in line with the characteristics of the National Defense University, many students sneered at this inexplicable topic, let alone the professors.
No matter what people thought of him and his research project, Lu Hao knew very well that the old man never cared about other people's opinions. He wholeheartedly treated his research project as his life's work.
If he had to choose an authoritative representative for the field of extraterrestrial civilization defense, perhaps only he was qualified.
With this in mind, Lu Hao walked to the guard room at the entrance of the community. He gently knocked on the window glass and woke up the dozing guard.
"Is Professor Nie Changhai still teaching?"
"What are you yelling about? Can't you call the academic affairs office yourself …" The guard wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and wanted to glare at Lu Hao. However, when his eyes met Lu Hao's, his aura was suddenly suppressed, and even the swearing at the corner of his mouth was silenced.
After being a guard for so many years, he might not have mastered other skills, but his ability to read people had been honed to the point of perfection.
Oh no, I'm afraid it's some leader from above …
The guard smiled awkwardly as he cursed in his heart.
However, Lu Hao didn't argue with him and just repeated it patiently.
"Is Professor Nie Changhai still teaching?"
The guard was stunned. His mind quickly went through the names of every professor, but he couldn't remember the name Nie Changhai. Thinking that he had misheard, he asked in a low voice.
"Which one?"
"Professor Nie," Lu Hao said.
The guard smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Sorry, I've worked here for more than three years, and I've never heard of a professor with the surname Nie. How about I call the academic affairs office for you? "
"I see …" Lu Hao sighed. "No need."
It made sense. It had been more than twenty years. Even if he was still alive, he should be in his seventies.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a slightly cold female voice came from behind him.
"You're looking for Professor Nie?"
Slightly stunned, Lu Hao turned around and looked at the young woman behind him.
She wasn't old, and from her temperament, she didn't look like an undergraduate student. She should be a graduate student or PhD student at the University of Science and Technology. From her face, Lu Hao saw some resemblance to an old friend, but he couldn't tell who the resemblance belonged to.
"Yes, and you are?"
"I'm his granddaughter, Nie Han. Why are you looking for Professor Nie? "Nie Han said.
"You're Professor Nie's granddaughter?" A touch of joy appeared on Lu Hao's face as he said with a smile, "I hope you can help me tell the old man that student Lu Hao has something to ask."
"Lu Hao?" Hearing this name, Nie Han's voice carried a bit of warmth, no longer as cold as before. "The old man always mentioned your name when he was alive, praising you as the student he was most proud of in his life."
Lu Hao was stunned and looked at her in disbelief.
"When he was alive?"
Nie Han nodded and didn't speak. She just lowered her eyes slightly.
The branches of the birch tree swayed gently and rustled in the wind.
Lu Hao's throat moved slightly. A lot of words surged in his throat, but because he couldn't find anyone to talk to, he only let out a long sigh.
"Really?"
Looking at the expression on Lu Hao's face, Nie Han couldn't bear it anymore, so she said softly, "Although Professor Nie is no longer here, his relics are still in his study room. No one has touched them. If you're interested, I can take you there. "
"Then I'll have to trouble you." Lu Hao nodded.
"Not at all, you're the hero of Hua." After a pause, a smile bloomed on Nie Han's face, and then she said, "Not to mention, if what he learned in his lifetime can be used by people, I think the old man would feel gratified in the afterlife."
Following behind Nie Han, Lu Hao took the bodyguards behind him and walked into the depths of the staff community.
Passing through the tree-lined path and stepping on the cement stairs, Nie Han took out the key, pushed open the security door, and walked into the house.
"This is it. Since the old man left, this house has been empty. That is his study room. The old man doesn't like people going through his things, so we keep the room as it is. We only clean it once at the end of each month. " Speaking of this, Nie Han's face was a bit apologetic. "I was going to clean it today, but I didn't have time. The dust inside may be a bit thick. Why don't you sit in the living room for a while …"
"How can I do that!" Lu Hao quickly waved his hand and took the broom from Nie Han's hand. He said without any explanation, "It's a shame that Professor Nie has been dead for so long, but I, as a student, only learned the news today. I didn't even sweep his grave once. Let me do the cleaning. "
"How can this be, you're a guest …"
"What guest! I'm his student! "
In the end, Nie Han couldn't resist Lu Hao's insistence and had to agree to his request.
Seeing Lu Hao holding the broom, the bodyguard behind him quickly stepped forward. "Let me help you —"
"You wait at the door."
However, Lu Hao didn't appreciate it. He left behind this sentence and took the cleaning things into the house.
With a sincere heart, Lu Hao spent half an hour sweeping away the last trace of dust in the study room.
When he saw the brand-new study room and the rows of treasures saved by the old man on the bookshelf, he seemed to have returned to the summer of more than 20 years ago. He felt his eyes were slightly moist.
Wiping the corner of his eyes, Lu Hao walked to the desk and sat in the position where the teacher once sat.
In his impression, whenever Professor Nie thought of something, he would record his thoughts on a piece of paper and regularly summarize them in a notebook that he carried with him. He had seen that notebook before, but because the content was too sci-fi, he once thought it was a novel without a plot.
Living up to his expectations, the notebook was still in the drawer on the left hand side.
Gently wiping away the dust on the cover, Lu Hao turned the notebook directly to the last page.
"… Only the universe, I can't give you any standard answer. The only thing I can do is to provide you with an idea and guide you to gain inspiration. "
Murmuring the familiar words, Lu Hao closed the book.
His fingers gently brushed the yellowed cover as he whispered to the old desk.
"Thank you."
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