Autistic genius, a flourishing era of scientific research

After drawing up the renovation plan and blueprints he designed, Jiang Yan made basic judgments about the operation of the fan in his mind.

There is basically not much difference between her judgment and the optical computer's operation detection. Some people have commented that her brain is a miniature version of the optical computer.

After eliminating several modification methods, Jiang Yan circled the most optimal one.

Then tear up the pages and put them in the trash.

Si Ci Zhan came out and saw her tearing it up, and said:

"What did you write?"

"What are you tearing it up for?"

Don't want him to see?

He walked over and took a look. Although a few pages of paper were torn from the notebook, there was still an analysis diagram of the electric fan drawn by Jiang Yan on the front page.

Si Cizhan raised his eyebrows and said:

"Are you here to dismantle the fan and find the door?"

The writing is quite formal, with words like control system, energy device, and operation system. They look like high-level words, but not very down-to-earth.

He had rarely heard this term from scientific researchers.

He also knew a little about electric fans. When some electrical appliances in the army broke down, someone had to repair them. Sometimes he would just fix them without having to wait for the professional personnel from the army to make a special trip.

The various parts of Jiang Yan's electric fan have been renamed.

But judging from her naming, it is not wrong.

Si Ci Zhan did not say much, but said:

"Very capable."

Thinking that she was particularly good at science and engineering, Si Cizhan said:

"It seems that when you finish your studies, our country will have another great scientist."

He looked at the disassembled electric fan. It looked like nothing was damaged. It was simply disassembled and scattered.

The wires and other things inside are exposed.

Fortunately, she didn't cut it randomly and then connect it back together in a messy way.

"You put it back on yourself?"

If she can only take it apart but not put it back together, he will take over.

"Ah."

Jiang Yan nodded, put the pen away and went to reinstall the electric fan.

Si Ci Zhan watched the whole process from the side, and there was a hint of surprise in his cold eyes.

Is she really good at pretending? This talent...

After assembling the fan, Jiang Yan carried a box of tools and went to the radio on the low table.

It was obvious that she was going to dismantle the radio.

Si Ci Zhan opened his mouth and then closed it again.

She hasn't even used this radio yet, but she's about to take it apart.

He looked at the diagrams and data written in her notebook again.

There is nothing as strange as the name, most of the data is the overall size of the fan, the size of the parts, etc.

She even calculated the curvature and circumference of the fan blades. The part marked as the energy device is actually the most critical part of the entire fan, and Jiang Yan also did the calculations.

When he first read it, he almost thought it was written by a professional.

Based on these data, he can directly determine the overall height, width, and weight of the electric fan, including the style, volume, and dimensions of various parts that cannot be seen inside the outer casing.

Si Ci Zhan was also very sensitive to data. He was sure that even if he had not bought this electric fan, based on the records on Jiang Yan's paper, he would be able to feel as if he had seen this electric fan.

It's not just based on imagination, but is no different from seeing the real thing.

He thought about the technical data that was sometimes secretly obtained during a mission, which always included the volume and area of ​​the designed parts, as well as the overall style.

"You only know the size after you take it apart?"

Si Cizhan curiously took the notebook and asked Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan had already taken the radio apart. The internal components of the radio were slightly more complicated than those of the electric fan, but it made no difference to her.

She heard Si Ci Zhan's question, but she was busy and didn't want to answer, so she ignored it.

Si Ci Zhan knew her temper, but he didn't get angry. He walked over and sat next to her, watching what she was doing.

I don’t know, I’m scared.

She wasn't very careful at first, but she seemed to have identified the important parts at a glance.

By the time the radio was dismantled beyond its limit, it was completely unrecognizable, with only the two parts of the shell still recognizable to Si Ci Zhan.

The things inside are placed together, and some parts are still connected.

"Do you know how to put it back? If the parts are put in the wrong place, it won't work."

Si Cizhan tapped her head lightly with the notebook.

"This radio has never been used, and you've already taken it apart. How could you be such a spendthrift?"

"Do you want me to help you?" Si Cizhan asked again.

The person who is quiet and cold in front of others actually seems to be talkative in front of Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan then raised her head and looked at him:

"Do you know?"

"Are you a military researcher in the army?"

Military researchers?

Si Ci Zhan raised his eyebrows slightly at the wording, thinking it was quite accurate.

Most ordinary people only know him as a scientist.

"No." He shook his head. "But I can still fix small appliances like this."

There is an old man at home. Sometimes when he goes home during the Chinese New Year, he wants to repair his grandfather's old portable tape recorder.

The radio is new and has had no problems.

"Then I don't need your help." Jiang Yan said.

She didn't believe what he said and was afraid that he would make things worse.

As he spoke, he reassembled the disassembled radio.

After installation, it is no different than before.

If someone who doesn't know how to disassemble this radio were to do so, they would most likely just pry open the casing. But she took it all apart and was able to put it back together.

Si Ci Zhan tried it out of curiosity and found that it could also accurately receive the signal.

Jiang Yan is indeed extremely talented in science and engineering, and not just in studying.

For some people, being able to solve problems and being able to use them are two different things.

She is a combination of both and has a fast learning ability.

Si Cizhan handed her the pen and notebook:

“Would you like to draw another picture like this?”

The radio analysis chart can be drawn, but Jiang Yan doesn't want him to see the subsequent modification of the chart and data, so he said:

"Can you not look at it?"

"Didn't I read this too?" Si Cizhan was puzzled for a moment, and then remembered the pages of paper she had torn off. She was not very old, but she still had little secrets.

He stood up and said, "Okay, I won't look. I'll come back when you call me."

"I'll go clean up for you."

After watching him leave, Jiang Yan opened the notebook, filled the pen with ink, and started writing.

Jiang Xiaowen bought a bicycle and rode it around the street before arriving at the downstairs of the residential complex. He rode the bicycle under the shed and locked it up.

I'll go back and get a knife and mark the bar, or carve my name on it.

Just carve Yanyan’s name.

When he opened the door and went in, he saw Jiang Yan sitting on the floor next to the low table. The floor was paved with tiles, so it was not cold sitting on the floor, but rather quite cool.

The low table was quite low, and her posture was not very straight as she sat there writing something on a notebook with a pen in her hand.

Jiang Xiaowen walked over: "Yan Yan——"

Jiang Yan quickly covered her notebook and closed it.

She looked up at him. Seeing that she had written something shameful, Jiang Xiaowen was so curious that he didn't spare her words.

"Hey, you won't let me see it?"

"Is there anything that my brother can't see?"

"What to write?"

He was most interested in the child's secret and squatted down to take Jiang Yan's notebook.

Jiang Yan took it and hid it behind her, then stood up and took two steps to the side, saying lightly:

"Nothing."

"Then why can't you show it to me? Did it say something bad about me?"

Jiang Xiaowen put his hands in his pockets, stood up and walked towards Jiang Yan.

He looked like he was determined to get her notebook today.