Chapter 280 Treating High-Tech with an Aesthetic Perspective
"Is it strange that I understand this period of history so clearly?" the white-haired old man asked.
Before Tang Lang could answer, a trace of sadness flashed in the old man's eyes: "Because I am a witness to this period of history. Professor Wu Zheng, who once amazed the world, is my mentor. However, he has not yet
I had time to sign "agree" on my graduation thesis.
Yes, I am not from the Southwest Federation, but from the Kyushu Federation. After that incident, I was extremely disappointed with the Kyushu Federation. After graduation, I crossed the distant galaxy and came to the Southwest Federation of the same race. In the past 50 years,
Never returned."
Then the white-haired old man showed a lonely and stern look, and said, "However, in 50 years, I first achieved success in the field of mecha control systems, and then specialized in materials science, achieving even greater success. Although in my
In terms of the energy engine technology that I value most, I have not yet reached the level of achievement that would stun those guys who bow down before capital. But I can live for at least thirty years, and I will eventually stand at the top one day. I will prove to those guys that,
Not only is Master Wu the most amazing scientist in the world, but so are his students."
Tang Lang somewhat understood the mentality of this eccentric old man. The teacher was framed by bloody capital. The Kyushu Federation scientific community actually chose silence as the greatest harm to the powerless students. It was originally the backing he could rely on most, but he was injured.
He could only choose to come to another country and use his excellence to prove what those people had missed.
The old man who desperately wanted to prove that he and his teacher were extremely precious, and in this almost stubborn paranoia day after day, improved his scientific research ability to a jaw-dropping height, but also became unfriendly to strangers.
The only people who can accompany him are a robot and a dog.
"Furthermore, I still want to prove that Master Wu's research can be successful, and that the energy engine constructed with a multi-energy reactor can eventually be completed! Even in this era, it can be as dominant as it was in the past! If it can
There is a revolutionary breakthrough, even if it is capital, it cannot be a stumbling block for scientific leaps." Then, the white-haired old man looked at the enlarged engine structure diagram, like a dejected child, "It's a pity that I finally figured it out.
It's too simple. After all, I don't have the talent of Master Wu. The huge consumption of energy by the multi-energy reactor engine is indeed a flaw. Moreover, because the energy transmission of multiple energy reactors must rely on a single energy line and
They were finally twisted together, but what is puzzling is that after a long time, a strange energy vortex will be formed in the transmission channel, causing the energy output to become extremely unstable, thus making the mecha's reaction slower.
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Maybe it was because I was a little unmotivated when I remembered the past, or maybe because I was a little discouraged because my dream had gone through fifty years and I still couldn't complete the work that my late teacher failed to complete. After saying this, I didn't look at Tang Lang.
, but waved his hands and said, "Although your performance last night was stupid, you still worked hard. If you have any questions, my study is open to you. Now, go back first!"
Although there are still no good words to say, it is already a lot gentler than before, especially the understatement of opening the study room, which is something that many people dream of. Even if the personality of the white-haired old man is so unapproachable, but
He is a master who stands at the pinnacle of science and technology. This is an undoubted fact. It is absolutely a rare thing to be able to check out materials in his collection and even read his manuscripts at any time.
But Tang Lang didn't leave immediately, because in his mind, Hobrou was exclaiming, "Yes, it's that energy vortex. My data fragments show that maybe the energy vortex is the cause of changing everything. The single-energy reactor is
It’s absolutely impossible.”
Tang Lang, who should have left happily, couldn't help but focus on the three-dimensional image.
The white-haired old man who no longer cared about whether Tang Lang left had the unique characteristics of successful humans, and he was immersed in his own world in a very short period of time.
As he changed the projection mode, the entire three-dimensional view of the energy engine became an interactive mode. As the old man's fingers slid, the pipelines in the complex structural diagram began to change. And Tang Lang could see how the energy was produced by the energy reactor.
produced and transported through energy transmission lines.
This is very different from the energy transmission scene that Tang Lang simulated through the engine before. This time, a master-level figure demonstrated it in person and made modifications at any time. It was like giving Tang Lang a push away.
Opening the door allowed him to truly understand the working process of the energy engine, and it couldn't be clearer.
No matter what technology Hoborarou said could completely change the world, Tang Lang was now unable to extricate himself from the operation of the magnificent source of mecha power.
However, from Tang Lang's perspective, when the old man was fiddling with the structural diagram, he placed some pipelines in very puzzling places. It was like drawing a sketch. This sketch was because of these or
There are many mistakes, which lead to some parts looking very uncoordinated after the sketch is completed. Just like a cube, one section of the line becomes twisted and curved, which makes people look a bit disharmonious and uncomfortable.
Of course, it is normal for Tang Lang to have such a view, because from the beginning to the end, he has never been exposed to these sophisticated subjects of complex energy technology and mechanical structure, and he was just a little stuffed throughout the night.
He has theoretical knowledge. Therefore, his brain is destined to be a blank sheet of paper compared to people of this era, without fixed thinking misunderstandings or inertial blind spots in thinking.
Or to put it more plainly, there is nothing, just no brain.
But even though his feeling of discomfort and disharmony was getting worse and worse, because of the old man's awesome title and demonstrated strength, he could only hold an attitude of asking for advice humbly, but did not
Blind interjection.
"Hey! It won't work after all!" The white-haired old man, who had been sliding on the structure diagram for a long time but still didn't make any progress, was a little depressed and said to himself, "But Master Wu had already said before he died that he had already thought about it.
After all these plans, fifty years have passed, am I still unable to reach the heights he achieved back then?"
As the old man sighed, Tang Lang's desire became stronger and stronger. Since this structural diagram couldn't be changed over and over again, what happened to the flaws he saw?
"I support you and change it in your own way!" Hu Daorou also encouraged. "Anyway, science discovers the truth accidentally through thousands of experiments."
It seems very reasonable.
"Besides, isn't there me? Maybe I can find more data fragments as a result."
Tang Lang finally couldn't help it and said, "Professor, can I read it differently?"
Turning around, he saw that Tang Lang hadn't left yet, and was taking the initiative to make changes. The white-haired old man curled up his lips slightly and said, "You want to run before you learn how to walk. Yan Chilie didn't even teach you, a student, the truth about building a tall building from the ground."
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Tang Lang, however, has long been accustomed to the way the white-haired old man speaks in a way that makes people angry. Apart from this, he will not really eat people. He gave his answer by standing directly in front of the three-dimensional interactive stereoscopic image.
Although he was a little unhappy with Tang Lang's arrogance, the old man still gave Tang Lang a chance.
Tang Lang moved his fingers slightly in the void, and dazzling structures at various levels were transformed. The old man felt uncomfortable again and said coldly, "These are examples of my mentor's excellent energy engine design. They are not what they are today."
As much as you can understand, you are still playing tricks in front of Young Master Guan Gong, and you really started to take action..."
After flipping through several layers in succession, Tang Lang finally found the content structure that made him uncomfortable, and then couldn't help but reach out and subconsciously make changes.
He has no basic theoretical knowledge at all, nor does he understand the constraints between mechanical structure and energy transmission. He just based on his own instinct that the arrangement of pipelines is shorter and saves space, or is more in line with his aesthetics.
The aesthetics of thousands of years ago were really terrible.
At least for the white-haired old man.
He could only watch in stunned silence as Tang Lang moved the pipelines here and there in an almost "blind" way, without saying a word for a long time.
Of course, Tang Lang didn't really make some "blind changes". Under the prompts of Hobrourou, Tang Lang first chose to start with the energy output line, which was also the location where the abnormal energy vortex appeared as the old man said before.
Because of the mutual influence of multiple energy lines, energy vortices with unstable performance appear. The white-haired old man has used thousands of solutions, and has even considered the factors of more advanced materials decades later, but still cannot solve this problem.
question.
Therefore, Tang Lang immediately deleted these energy transmission lines.
The old man who was speechless when he saw Tang Lang making random graffiti was dumbfounded and was already on the verge of yelling, "You idiot... what the hell are you doing!"
"Very good, very thoughtful, yes, just follow this idea." However, Hu Daoru was inexplicably excited and encouraged Tang Lang desperately.
So, turning a deaf ear to the old man's leaps and bounds, he immediately jumped to the "Hot Wheels" picture of the eight energy reactors arranged in a ring. This time it was even simpler, the eight energy reactors were directly on the
His hand was directly removed, and the complex structure turned into a blank sheet of paper.
"Holy shit! Are you crazy?" The old man angrily slapped Tang Lang on the back of the head.
I can't blame the old man for going crazy. The reason why Hot Wheels is called Hot Wheels is precisely because of the eight reactors arranged in a ring. Without these, can it still be called Hot Wheels? Tang Lang wanted to change his teacher's hard work.
If I didn't directly use a big stick to kill Tanglang, it was probably because I didn't have any weapons in the study!
Sometimes, the force value is still effective. Tang Lang, who was also immersed in his own world, stretched out his hand to stabilize the crazy old man. No matter how angry he was, he could only watch Tang Lang remove the new energy reactor from the
Find it in the component library, reselect the location, and refill it.
Structure, completely changed.
Hot Wheels is beyond recognition.
White-haired Stan, almost ready to vomit blood.
"If you don't break it, you won't establish it!" Hoo Daorou didn't know if he found the data fragments or if he was just watching the fun and didn't think it was a big deal.
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