Jiang Fan said nothing in the group. He felt the group was utterly pointless, so he quietly left the chat!
A sharp-eyed classmate noticed that Jiang Fan had left the group.
Tian Xiaohua @everyone: Well, well! Why did our class's bottom-ranked student leave the group?
Liu Xiao: He must be too ashamed to stay!
Niu Feifei: If I were him, I would have dropped out long ago. Who knows how much he single-handedly dragged down our class's score on this college entrance exam? He even cost our homeroom teacher the bonus!
Zhang Shaodong: After he made that huge scene in class last time and then came back to study, I thought he was going to wash away his humiliation and score 400. In the end, he still got 300. Sigh, his IQ is his fatal flaw!
Li Lili: He nearly went crazy last time. I bet Jiang Fan really will go crazy this time! Hehe...
Li Peng: With 300 points, even a vocational college probably won't take him.
Wu Hua: Li Lili, didn't I hear you had a crush on Jiang Fan in our second year? Hehe...
Li Lili: I must have been blind back then to fall for him!
Chu Ruoxi: We're all classmates. Do you really think this is appropriate?
Watching her classmates make snide remarks about Jiang Fan, Chu Ruoxi angrily left the group. Then she muttered to herself.
"Hmph, not a shred of human warmth. I might as well never contact classmates like these again!"
Thinking of Jiang Fan, Chu Ruoxi could only sigh helplessly.
He had worked so hard during that final sprint, yet he still hadn't done well on the exam. Jiang Fan must have been devastated. What if he couldn't take it...
With that thought, she decided to contact Jiang Fan and comfort him, only to discover that she hadn't added him on WeChat.
"Forget it. I'll just visit his house tomorrow!"
The civilian science and technology project review office at Dragon University of Science and Technology in the Capital!
After a busy day, Wu Zhiming stretched, ready to finish work.
An email suddenly arrived in his inbox, titled "Partial formulas and data for controlled nuclear fusion." It immediately caught his attention!
Wu Zhiming had once been a researcher himself, and controlled nuclear fusion had been his field. Because of his age and health problems, he had been transferred out of his original position.
He had become a reviewer in the science and technology project review office, where his main job was to check project submissions from the public every day!
This kind of work could be leisurely or exhausting. It all depended on whether a person had a sense of responsibility!
Clearly, Jiang Fan was lucky. His email had reached the conscientious Wu Zhiming!
He opened the email and downloaded the attachment to the designated folder!
"Old Wu, work's over. Aren't you leaving?" a colleague called out!
Wu Zhiming smiled. "In a minute. You go ahead!"
"Old Wu, don't take everything so seriously. You work so hard reading emails every day, but how many projects actually make it through in a year? Our whole office is doing well if we approve two science and technology projects a year!"
Wu Zhiming smiled without saying anything.
Once the attachment finished downloading, he deftly extracted it, opened the file, and began reading.
He knew very well that Dragon Country was developing rapidly, but advanced technology had always been its weak point. And technology was the key to determining a country's strength in the future!
Although he no longer worked on the front lines of research, he hoped to help uncover more good research projects, putting his remaining warmth to use for scientific research!
Wu Zhiming read the document carefully. The first section covered the sender's understanding of controlled nuclear fusion.
After reading it, he nodded in approval. The sender had a profound understanding of controlled nuclear fusion, at least no less than his own!
He opened the second section!
The second section contained specific data and formulas for controlled nuclear fusion. The more Wu Zhiming read, the more focused and excited he became. These figures were so precise that they looked as though they had been obtained after controlled nuclear fusion had succeeded!
He hurriedly dug out his old notebook from the research institute. It contained data he had obtained through countless experiments over more than twenty years!
Wu Zhiming first located the data in his notebook that had been confirmed correct and compared it with the data in the submitter's file.
To his astonishment, it was exactly the same.
Then he began comparing the unconfirmed data. Although there were some discrepancies, he felt the submitter's figures were more realistic and credible.
Excited, he continued reading, but some of the later content was beyond his knowledge.
As a former researcher, Wu Zhiming had a strong spirit of inquiry. Faced with formulas as incomprehensible as a heavenly script, he began consulting reference materials.
He continued reading and looking things up like this until his phone rang, finally snapping him out of his concentration. When he looked, it was the bedtime alarm he had set for 10:30.
Only then did he look up at his surroundings and discover that the rest of the office was pitch-black. Only the computer in front of him gave off a glaring light.
He rubbed his aching eyes, stood up, and switched on the lights. Only then did the office brighten!
Wu Zhiming sat back down, his gaze falling on the document on his computer screen.
The realization came belatedly, and the more he thought about it, the more nervous he became.
There was a 90% chance that this document was correct. If so, its importance would absolutely warrant classifying it as a state secret.
At that thought, cold sweat broke out on his back.
His first thought now was to report this document immediately!
He couldn't delay even a minute!
He took out his phone, opened his contacts, and called the director of the research project review office.
The call connected quickly!
"Hello, Old Wu. What is it?" the other man asked loudly, accompanied by a clamor of background noise!
"Director Ma, I received a project submission on controlled nuclear fusion today. The data and formulas described in it..."
Before Wu Zhiming could finish, Director Ma cut him off. "Old Wu, we can discuss project matters tomorrow. I'm out right now, and it's not convenient. All right, that's it for now!"
"Director Ma, please hear me-"
"Beep... beep..." The disconnected tone came through the phone.
"This is outrageous!"
Wu Zhiming slammed his phone onto the desk and leaned back in his chair, his chest heaving with anger.
When his gaze returned to the document on his computer screen, he suddenly felt a thousand-pound burden on his shoulders!
If this document was genuine, Dragon Country would definitely achieve a qualitative breakthrough in controlled nuclear fusion. He estimated that it could save the country at least ten years of research. What did that mean?
For example, if the country invested three billion a year in controlled nuclear fusion research, that would amount to thirty billion over ten years.
And that was not even the main point. More important was the commitment of researchers. Controlled nuclear fusion alone required at least a hundred researchers.
Ten years of a hundred top talents' lives were priceless.
At that thought, Wu Zhiming picked up his phone and called Director Ma again!
"Director Ma, please listen to me. This document really is extremely important!"
"Old Wu, do you know what time it is? Whatever it is, can't we discuss it tomorrow?"
Director Ma was growing impatient. He was drinking with a group of good friends, and Wu Zhiming kept calling. Wasn't that spoiling his fun?
"Director Ma, this really can't wait until tomorrow!"
"Even if it can't wait, it has to! Are you the director, or am I?"
Director Ma roared angrily, then switched off his phone!