Are You Serious? Holy Shit, Are These Really F-22 Design Blueprints?

Great Xia Academy of Sciences.

It was the time of day when many people were hard at work on their research.

The entire academy was tranquil and peaceful, with nothing around but the wind and the chirping of insects.

Then, all of a sudden.

Intern researcher Xiao Li rushed into the Institute of Physics building at breakneck speed.

"Teacher Liu, take a look at this document." Xiao Li held a laptop in his hands, speaking between gasps.

A middle-aged man in his fifties, wearing black-rimmed glasses, stood up.

Liu Zhixue glanced at him, shook his head, and said, "Look at you, getting worked up again!"

He had never liked his student's habit of being so impatient.

The most important thing in research was to remain as calm as still water, unruffled even if Mount Tai collapsed overhead.

How could someone accomplish anything great if they became flustered at every little thing? How could they settle down and conduct solid scientific research?

Liu Zhixue took a cup of water from nearby and handed it to Xiao Li before continuing, "Go on, what is it this time?"

"Teacher Liu, please see if what this email says is true." Xiao Li caught his breath and hurriedly pointed at the laptop.

Liu Zhixue was a researcher at the Institute of Physics of the Great Xia Academy of Sciences.

He was also a leading scholar in condensed matter theory, nanophysics, and materials science.

Most importantly, he was Xiao Li's advisor, so he was the first person Xiao Li thought of.

Hearing the urgency in his voice, Liu Zhixue looked at the screen.

Displayed there was an email.

[Fifth-Generation Fighter F-22 Fighter Jet Technical Design Blueprints!]

"What the hell? F-22 fighter jet design blueprints?" Liu Zhixue curled his lips at the title.

Did such an absurdly fake email really need him to verify it?

The Great Xia Academy of Sciences received junk like this every day. If he had to review every single one, would he have any time left for research?

"Xiao Li, from now on, you don't need to bring emails about this sort of technology to me for approval."

"Just send the standard reply. There's no need to pay them any attention." Liu Zhixue spoke earnestly.

He assumed Xiao Li had only just started as an intern researcher and did not yet understand the situation, which was why he had brought such emails over for review.

After all, this was nothing.

Back when he had been an intern researcher, internet technology had been nowhere near as advanced as it was today. It had even been an era when letters were still the mainstream.

At that time, there would be crowds outside the Great Xia Academy of Sciences every day, holding up banners.

Every one of them claimed to have invented a Perpetual Motion Machine, overturned Einstein's Theory of Relativity, surpassed the speed of light, and so on.

Proving the Goldbach Conjecture was practically a basic skill for them. Without that ability, they would have been too embarrassed to stand outside the Great Xia Academy of Sciences.

As for why these "great minds" all gathered in mathematics and physics, it was mainly because experiments in fields like chemistry and biology either required highly precise equipment or posed risks to life.

And they all liked claiming to have proved the Goldbach Conjecture because one only needed an elementary school education to understand what the conjecture meant.

As for the Riemann Hypothesis or the N-S equations, he had never seen anyone claim to have proved those.

People claiming to possess blueprints for some top-tier technology were even more common.

Just a few days ago, he had seen someone outside the Academy of Sciences holding a banner and shouting that he had developed Time Machine technology.

Except.

"Teacher, take a closer look at the formulas and arguments inside. They aren't that simple." Xiao Li did not say much more. He directly opened the compressed file attached beneath the email and randomly clicked on a document.

"I can't understand these formulas. Please see whether they're correct!"

"Oh? You can't understand them?" Surprise filled Liu Zhixue's eyes.

Xiao Li was not in theoretical physics, but at his level, how could he possibly fail to understand a formula?

A title appeared before him, followed by rows of formulas and rough design sketches that instantly filled the entire screen.

[F-22 Fighter Jet Nano Stealth Coating Technology Synthesis Analysis!]

[F-22 stealth coating uses Gallium Oxide and silver composite paint. Synthesis formula: GaO+]

[In addition to employing the Garrett inlet configuration, the wings and tail fins use large-scale composite-material Waveriders... Lift coefficient calculations under supersonic cruise drag conditions.]

[F-22 carbon-fiber composite resin system. Formula verification.]

The moment the first derivation unfolded and strings of numbers entered his sight.

Liu Zhixue's previously amused expression abruptly vanished. It was as though even his breathing had stopped.

When the complete design blueprints and verification process appeared, he froze on the spot.

"Hiss... This... a composite-material resin system?" Liu Zhixue sharply sucked in a breath.

The light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter, while his entire face flushed red.

He had thought the other party was a clown. Who knew he was actually Tiga?

This was for real. Were these really F-22 fighter jet design blueprints?

"Teacher, do you think this could be real?" Xiao Li asked from beside him.

"I'm not sure. But I can't find anything wrong with it." Liu Zhixue's heart pounded fiercely, and even his voice trembled.

This was very likely real!

As a scholar in nanophysics and condensed matter, there was no way he could fail to recognize the value of these formulas and material analyses.

Whether it was the simulated data validation for the aerodynamic lift configuration, the analysis of the stealth coating, or the composite carbon-fiber materials, everything perfectly matched the results of the relevant formulas and real-world conditions.

Based on this first document alone, he raised his assessment of the email's authenticity to an extremely high level.

Even if it was not real, it still held immense research value.

When he returned to the directory and saw the overwhelming number of compressed file packages, the document he had just viewed was likely not even one-thousandth of what was there.

"Contact Institute 611 immediately!"

"This email must be verified by them again!" Liu Zhixue impatiently ordered the assistant beside him.

This had already exceeded his area of expertise. Even the Great Xia Academy of Sciences did not develop or manufacture fighter jets.

If they wanted to determine whether the email was genuine.

Then there was only one place in all of Great Xia that could give a definitive answer: Institute 611!

In Shu, a thousand miles away from Yanjing.

Institute 611 was one of Great Xia's most important aviation research and manufacturing organizations, as well as a primary research and production base for fighter jets.

At this moment.

An elderly man with streaks of white hair and gold-rimmed glasses was tirelessly conducting research in a workshop.

Song Qinyi had devoted decades to aircraft research and development.

He had been deeply involved in the development of fighter jets such as the J-10, J-7, and J-8II. He had also been a member of the research team for the Super 7 fighter jet jointly developed by Institute 611 and Iron Brother.

It could be said that he was one of Great Xia's foremost experts in aircraft manufacturing.

And now, he had been assigned the most arduous task of his life, as well as one of the most important military-industrial projects for Institute 611 and Great Xia.

Develop the fifth-generation stealth fighter jet, the J-20!