This year's defense was being held at Jin University's old rival, East University. The judging panel consisted of several highly respected academic bigwigs in the aerospace industry. The titles displayed before the judges' seats were enough to scare anyone stiff—president of the Jiangsu Aerospace Technology Research Association, honorary professor at Aerospace Industry University, and so on...
Just sitting there, they created quite an intimidating atmosphere.
In the lounge prepared by East University, Lu Zhou repeatedly reviewed the printed A4 manuscript of their paper. Wang Xiaodong occasionally discussed possible defense questions with him, while Lin Yuxiang sat beside them, blinking blankly and holding herself ready to serve tea to the big shots at any moment.
Lu Zhou would handle most of the thesis defense, with Wang Xiaodong providing support from the side, though Lu Zhou had no real expectations of him.
A modeling problem that took ten sentences to explain could be condensed into one sentence by him, while he could ramble on endlessly about code. His practical skills were strong, but he could not explain them. If he were compared to a character in a martial arts drama, he would be the type with powerful inner strength who could not make it show when fighting.
There was even less reason to count on Lin Yuxiang. She had coasted through the whole competition as an errand runner. Although they had originally agreed that she would be responsible for the defense, judging by the current situation, even if someone asked her how the landing coordinates had been calculated, she would only turn her "pitiful and helpless" gaze toward the two people beside her.
Sure enough, he still had to rely on himself.
And so, Lu Zhou, who had carried the entire competition, once again took up the banner of the defense.
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