This was indeed an inconceivable feat. Today, in Shell Motor Corporation Engineering Dept., the research institute, and even the Federal Academy of Science, there were countless experts and scholars working hard to solve the problem of the Z4 electron jets. They could not sleep at night, and their food was tasteless. Who would have thought that an old man who had been away from the Federation's academic centre for so many years, and who only had the old story of a Nebula Award winner left to him, would be able to solve this problem so easily?
The electron beam composition on the screen desktop had gradually stabilised. It looked like a tangled mess, complex but stable.
Xu Le knew that predicting the trajectory of the electron beams in advance did not mean that all the problems had been solved. First, calculations and verification were needed, and then a series of tests and judgements were needed. Most importantly, a lot of time was still needed to make fundamental changes to the structure of the mecha's engine compartment to target the trajectory of the electron beams. However, most importantly, the most difficult part had been solved. The Federation's new generation of mecha would most likely be successful soon.
Because he understood the importance of this matter, Xu Le was so shocked that he was speechless for a long time. Only after a long pause did he regain his composure and say respectfully, "Professor Shen, you're back."
After staying in the hospital for so many days, he still did not know what illness Professor Shen was suffering from. However, seeing the tired expression on the old man's face right now, he knew that the old man's body had not fully recovered.
Professor Shen made a sound of acknowledgment and then headed up to the second floor, seemingly oblivious to the shock that the parameter formula he had entered on the screen desktop would bring to the Federation.
Xu Le had always been an extremely calm person, but at this moment, he still could not completely calm the excitement in his heart. When Professor Shen reached the office on the second floor, he immediately turned around and stared at the mess on the screen desktop. Rubbing his hands together nervously, he immediately began to record and verify the data.
He was very afraid that this mess would disappear right before his eyes.
Now that they had the trajectory diagram, they would need to modify the MX-type mecha's twin engines to pass through the link. Next, they would need to bring into play Xu Le's talent in mechanical design. Even though he was unable to fully understand the overall system of the engine, he was still very confident in changing the direction of the particle suction pipe according to the direction of the electron beam.
Taking a deep breath, Xu Le closed his eyes. In the darkness in front of his eyes, he searched for the light and the blueprints formed by the dots of light. From the library of strange blueprints that was as vast as stardust, he extracted the designs and perfected his own ideas.
After an unknown amount of time, Xu Le carefully looked at the design drawings on the holographic screen desktop and felt a sense of satisfaction. Although he did not immediately solve the problem of the interference of the two engines, he knew that with the help of Professor Shen, he had already set foot on the road to success.
The key was Professor Shen.
At this moment, his mood was slightly relaxed. Only then did he have the extra energy to turn his confused and shocked eyes back to the second floor. He couldn't help but think, What kind of person is this old professor who hides in the small building and ignores the changes in the Federation?
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While Xu Le was thinking about Professor Shen, this top scientist of the Federation was also facing the holographic screen of the computer, one hand on the crutches in front of him as he pondered about the young civilian second lieutenant downstairs. The flashing data on the holographic screen were traces left behind by external operations in the laboratory's database over the past few days that Professor Shen had been hospitalized. It clearly showed that in the recent days, Xu Le had been searching through the data index data in the laboratory alone.
In the sidebar of the data trace statistics were the materials Xu Le had applied for over the past few days, as well as the operation logs he had carried out in the laboratory.
"Signal collector? B-section material line? What exactly is this little guy trying to do? " Professor Shen's somewhat cloudy eyes gradually lit up. From these logs, he realized that in the days that he was not there, this assistant researcher did not muddle along just because he controlled the laboratory alone. On the contrary, this person was familiarizing himself with the database at an extremely terrifying speed, and was very diligent in carrying out a certain type of research.
It was just that even Professor Shen was not familiar with that type of research, so he was a bit curious as to where exactly Xu Le's research direction was.
After opening the email, Professor Shen found out that during the days that he was hospitalized, there were some internal problems in the Nutshell company. He then thought about the image captured by the electron beam emission track on the holographic screen desktop and understood something.
"Young people are still interested in those heavy and clumsy metal things." Professor Shen sighed.
Professor Shen was once a famous figure in the Federation's scientific community. He was very accomplished in the field of engineering mechanics. Not only was he the winner of the Nebula Award, but he was also the chief designer of a series of mecha. However, many years ago, he put all of his efforts into the seemingly dead end of the research field of quantum measurable dynamics, and then gradually disappeared from people's sight.
In the last few years of his life, this old professor's research did not make any breakthroughs, but he was not too disappointed. The Federation's tens of thousands of years of history had long proven that in order to make some kind of leap forward in basic theory, it would either require the tireless research of several generations, or even more than ten generations, or it would require the appearance of a genius like the five-person team from back then.
It was more likely that the researchers would end up with nothing in the end. Professor Shen did not expect to be able to solve the difficult problem of quantum measurable dynamics while he was still alive. He only wanted to use his own heart to research what he believed to be the most important thing to research, and to provide some suggestions or directions for future generations.
However, after so many years, the number of researchers following him had dwindled. After being hospitalized a few days ago, this old professor's mood had changed slightly. He knew that God did not have much time left for him, and everything in this laboratory would probably be forgotten after he died. Although his son was also an outstanding scientist in the Federation, the direction of his research was completely different from his own. Moreover, Professor Shen knew very well that his son had always held a suspicious and sad attitude towards his research over the years. If he was not his father, perhaps his son would have been more direct and sarcastic with his words.
Professor Shen looked at the computer screen. Xu Le's learning records and the last three days of the design were left behind. A glimmer of light gradually appeared on his old face. Every research assistant that followed him had a higher level of authority than the other research assistants in the Husk Institute. This was something that Xu Le had never understood.
In the past, when those research assistants completed the tasks assigned to them by Professor Shen, they would also carry out some of their own research on a whim. However, there had never been anyone like Xu Le, who could devote all of his time to research. The records on the screen clearly showed how diligent Xu Le had been in his work in the past few days when Professor Shen was not around.
This was especially true when he saw that Xu Le had once entered the index tree in the middle to study the quantum measurable dynamics theory that he was researching. A gratified smile flashed across the old professor's face.
He had never seen such a young researcher who could remain so calm in the midst of a monotonous research career. This was an anomaly. In the past three days, Xu Le had been designing the modification of the mecha's electronic jets. Although all of them had failed, and even the direction was wrong, to be able to come up with so many excellent designs in such a short period of time was already proof of this young second lieutenant's solid foundation.
Professor Shen could even feel the boundless talent in those failed designs.
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In the following days, Xu Le felt that something was off. Professor Shen, who was on the second floor, no longer threw countless calculations and data gathering tasks at him like before. He suddenly had a lot of free time. Of course, he treasured this time very much. He seized every opportunity to throw himself into the modification and design of the twin-engine electronic jets.
Vaguely, he felt that Professor Shen knew what he was doing and was purposely making time for him.
The modification and design of the electronic jets proceeded very smoothly. With the support of Professor Shen's theories, Xu Le could be said to have discovered the direction of the Great Path of Light earlier than the other researchers in the Federation.
Occasionally thinking about these two matters, Xu Le could not help but feel gratitude and respect for the old professor upstairs. One day, in the area of calculating the trajectory of the R-shaped electron beam, Xu Le fell into a dilemma. He thought for a long time, then stood up from the holographic screen table and walked towards the second floor.
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"I've been waiting for you to come find me." Professor Shen sat behind his desk and took off his glasses. He smiled at Xu Le and said, "A person who does not have the courage to ask about research has no future."
Xu Le smiled somewhat awkwardly. He walked forward and presented the problem he had encountered to Professor Shen. At this time, he noticed that although Professor Shen had been discharged from the hospital for a few days, his body seemed to still be weak. However, the old man's spirit seemed to be more vigorous.
"In the last few years of my life, I basically dealt with these tiny particles. The accelerators in the Academy of Sciences are as familiar as my children. But at this moment, I have to admit that the quantum size is still unpredictable. "
Professor Shen did not immediately discuss the electron beam problem with Xu Le. After a moment of silence, he spoke with a hint of loneliness.
Xu Le paused for a second and felt a slight chill in his heart.
"But … under certain fixed conditions, the trajectory of quantum dynamics can be vaguely calculated. And as long as the probability is large enough, we can roughly assume that the trajectory is correct."
Professor Shen looked calmly at Xu Le. His pair of cloudy eyes gradually shone with the light of wisdom. He did not know whether Xu Le could understand or not. He only knew that the things he was researching needed a young person to be able to save them for him. Although the young people of today, including Xu Le in front of him, may not have much interest in such boring physics knowledge, at least if his hard work could be saved, it would be of some use in the future.
"There are no problems with the twin engines designed by those fellows in the engineering department. As long as you can solve the problem of the trajectory of the electron beam in the jets, then the Federation's newest generation of mecha will be successful."
Xu Le listened intently. This was the conclusion he had made a long time ago. He just did not understand why the old professor would say this.
"Remember to sign my name on this academic report. My name has to be at the very front," said Professor Shen.
Xu Le frowned slightly. He knew that Professor Shen was not a person who craved academic fame, or else he would not have hidden in this laboratory for so many years. Moreover, regarding the design and modification of the mecha this time, the most crucial foundation was Professor Shen's theory. He did not show any displeasure. On the contrary, he vaguely understood that Professor Shen was trying to protect him. This design that was destined to shock the Federation's academic community might perhaps bring about some unpredictable future for him …
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