sinovels Chapter 46 This idea is immature? Are you kidding me?
Chapter 46 This idea is immature? Are you kidding me?
The air inside the pavilion seemed to freeze at that moment.
The student council girls in charge of reception didn't dare to breathe and quietly retreated to the entrance of the corridor.
Even the cameraman carrying the camera subconsciously held his breath, his lens fixed on Lu Feng's calm face.
Military field?
This question, it can be said, has pierced through all pretense and gone straight to the heart of the matter.
This is not a simple interview with a campus prodigy.
This was a preliminary investigation, a test.
Lu Feng's fingers, which were resting on his knees, curled up almost imperceptibly.
He could sense that behind Li Jian's seemingly gentle gaze lay a penetrating scrutiny.
He cannot evade this question, nor can he use empty platitudes to gloss over it.
What the other party wants to hear is the real thing.
Lu Feng raised his head and met Li Jian's gaze.
"Teacher Li, that's a very good question."
He spoke, his voice so calm and even, as if he were discussing today's weather.
"I have indeed thought about it."
"Take this exoskeleton for example. If we strip away all the demonstration functions made for the competition and design it as a pure assistive system, its application scenarios will be very broad."
"For example, in high-altitude border defense, it allows our soldiers to easily carry equipment exceeding their own weight for patrols in oxygen-deficient environments, greatly enhancing individual combat radius and sustained combat capability."
"For example, in the narrow compartments of a ship, maintenance personnel can wear it to easily lift equipment weighing hundreds of kilograms for inspection and repair, which in wartime means a multiple increase in repair efficiency."
He spoke slowly, but every word struck the heart of everyone in the pavilion with clarity.
Li Jian didn't interrupt, but listened quietly, a barely perceptible ripple flashing in his sharp eyes.
Lu Feng continued without pausing.
"This is just the most basic application."
"In my recent paper on nonlinear dynamics models, I proposed an algorithm that, if applied to the aeroelastic analysis of high-speed aircraft, could predict the flutter that may occur in the wings during transonic flight, thus preventing tragedies that could result in the destruction of the aircraft and loss of life."
"Even some of the electromagnetic field theories I've been researching recently, if they could be put into engineering..."
Lu Feng paused here, smiled, and spread his hands.
"Of course, these are just some of my immature ideas at the moment, just theoretical discussions."
Inside the pavilion, you could hear a pin drop.
Looking at the eloquent young man in front of him, Li Jian saw, for the first time, an undisguised look of surprise on his usually composed and smiling face.
He originally thought that Lu Feng would give a passionate but empty patriotic answer.
But he didn't.
What he presented were concrete, feasible, and even cutting-edge engineering concepts for defense technology.
This young man wasn't just daydreaming; he was making plans.
After a while, Li Jiancai picked up the bottle of mineral water in front of him, took a sip, and tried to calm his turbulent emotions with the temperature of the water.
"To be honest, Lu Feng, your answer surprised me, and I'm also... looking forward to it."
He put down his teacup and leaned forward slightly.
"If I have the chance, I really want to see with my own eyes the day when what you've said becomes a reality."
"It definitely will."
Lu Feng nodded, his certainty leaving no room for doubt.
Li Jian adjusted his posture and steered the conversation back to a more relaxed tone.
"I heard from your Professor Li Hongde that besides preparing for the competition, you've also been writing an academic paper lately?"
"Yes."
Which journal are you planning to submit to? A domestic core journal, or...?
Li Jian asked casually. In his opinion, it was already quite remarkable for a freshman to attempt to write a paper.
Lu Feng's answer was equally casual.
"It's already been sent out, and I've received a reply."
"Oh? So fast?" Li Jian was a little surprised, then encouraged him, "How was it? What were the reviewers' comments? It's normal to get a lot of revisions for your first submission, don't be discouraged."
Lu Feng shook his head.
"They didn't ask for any changes; they hired me directly."
The smile on Li Jian's face froze.
The sound engineer behind him wobbled his microphone stick, nearly hitting the cameraman on the head.
"Should we...hire him directly?"
Li Jian's voice trembled slightly, a tremor he himself was unaware of.
Which journal?
""Mechanical Systems and Signal Processing"."
"Hiss~"
A collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the pavilion.
Li Jian could no longer maintain his composure. He suddenly stood up, paced back and forth in the pavilion, and then stopped in front of Lu Feng, staring intently at him.
"A top-tier journal in Zone A, accepted without any revisions... Lu Feng, do you know what this means?"
"I know a little bit."
Looking at his nonchalant demeanor, Li Jian suddenly felt somewhat powerless.
He felt that his interview today might have uncovered an incredible monster.
The interview ended in an eerie atmosphere.
Li Jian left with his team, almost in a daze. Before leaving, he held Lu Feng's hand tightly, not letting go for a long time, and repeatedly muttered "The younger generation is truly formidable."
Lu Feng only let out a long breath after the group's figures disappeared at the end of the winding corridor.
He raised his hand and wiped his forehead, feeling a cool, damp sensation.
The back of the shirt was already soaked with cold sweat, clinging tightly to the skin and causing a sticky discomfort.
Facing a top CCTV host face-to-face is much more stressful than working out formulas in a laboratory.
What he didn't know was.
At the same time he was being interviewed.
Thousands of miles away, in that heavily guarded military compound.
On the huge screen in the study, every move in the pavilion in the middle of the lake is being broadcast in real time, with every detail captured clearly by a high-definition camera.
The elderly man with gray hair sat quietly on the sofa, holding a cup of tea that had gone cold.
When Lu Feng uttered terms like "individual combat platform," "flutter analysis," and "electromagnetic weapon," a faint smile finally appeared on his usually placid face.
"This kid is interesting."
The middle-aged officer behind him had beads of sweat forming streams on his forehead, which slid down his cheeks.
"Sir, his ideas... highly overlap with the directions of several key projects we are currently working on, and in some aspects, they are even more advanced than ours."
The old man didn't speak, but glanced at the screen again at the image of Lu Feng calmly announcing the name of the journal.
Let's look forward to it!