A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Just then, a person rushed in from outside, lunged straight at the telephone, and before he could make a call, hurriedly said, "Director! All components have passed inspection! It can be put on the test bench, and the entire rocket can be put on the test bench!"

A gentle voice came through the microphone, and the person on the other end immediately stood at attention after hearing it.

"Understood! I'll definitely be able to get on tomorrow!"

After finishing his report, he rushed out, but Director Zhao grabbed him and said, "Old Huang, what about the overall setup of the test bench?"

"Yes, Director! The Yuanbao truck is ready, right? We'll do the overall hoisting tomorrow! We'll start the jet-jet assembly right away!"

After saying that, he rushed out again.

Director Zhao looked thoughtfully at the stray dog: "Stray dog, why don't you take the little brat to the top of the sand dunes to see the scenery tomorrow? Give him this thing when he's about to leave!"

As he spoke, he fastened a red string to the silver bullet and solemnly handed it to the earth dog.

"Hmm?" The mongrel seemed to understand something, and with a smirk, asked again, "Instructor, you get a badge for every few pipes you make. When it's my turn, it should be a gold one, right?"

"Ha, you made a few pipes? You think you can get away with something you can't even spot with your eyes wide open?"

"Is it not allowed for someone to offer practical suggestions on the transport vehicle, and incidentally provide a solution for manufacturing the parts?"

"Just pick one of these items, and you can arrest a few more random division commanders!"

"Hey, that's impressive. It wasn't for nothing." The mongrel picked up the bullet and walked out.

"Instructor, what about my solitary confinement?"

"I remember." Director Zhao slowly took out a notebook and flipped through it: "Hmm, including this one, it's a total of 78 days. Keep it up, make it a round number, let's see if you can do it!"

"What!"

……

Early morning~

Jiang Xia got out of his 300-square-meter bed...

Crossed out, the above is an illusion.

However, you could say this bed is 300 square meters, or even 600 square meters and no one would be wrong.

The dog suddenly appeared out of nowhere early in the morning, its face beaming with excitement, insisting on taking Jiang Xia to see the sunrise over the desert.

The three of them struggled to climb a sand dune and sat there quietly waiting.

Who knows how long it will take for the sun to rise? Anyway, Jiang Xia, who had drunk a bellyful of northwest wind, fell asleep again before the sun even rose.

"Boom~~~"

A sound came from somewhere.

Jiang Xia was jolted awake by the sudden loud noise, instantly losing all sleepiness.

Wang Kui was a bit far from Jiangxia, and upon hearing the noise, he ran back for his life, not even having time to put the cypress seed back into his pants.

"Jiang Xia! Roll down the sand dune!"

But the sight before him made his legs go weak, and he turned from running into walking. "What... what is this?"

In the distance, flames shot into the sky from a certain direction, the flames resembling a huge, angry dragon, baring its fangs and claws as it charged out diagonally.

The billowing dust surged and churned, rapidly spreading and turning the surrounding sky a chaotic gray. The flames were extremely bright, like an artificial sun even in the still-dark morning, illuminating the land for miles around.

Even from this distance, Jiang Xia could clearly feel the intense heat rushing towards him, as if it were about to devour everything.

"This...this is...an east wind?"

"Hmm." The dog pulled out a pair of sunglasses and put them on Jiang Xia. He stared blankly at the glasses, and for some reason, a sentence seemed to echo in his ears.

"The East Wind prevails over the West Wind. We have it, but we will never use it to attack others. We are called the East Wind to defend ourselves."

As he thought about it, the man named Tu Gou began to sob softly.

The fire dragon came quickly and went quickly.

The sun, its brilliance obscured, peeks shyly out from behind the clouds, as if searching for the source of the light that had just shone.

In an underground bunker next to the test track, the cheers of the crowd echoed the roar of the fire dragon.

"Report! Test bench test passed!"

"Dean! Academician! We succeeded!"

Dean Qian gripped Academician Guo's hands tightly, "Haha, I told you there would be no problem!"

Academician Guo nodded: "It was just theoretical data, I didn't expect it to actually work! Based on the time calculation, the rocket body can fly at least tens of kilometers further!"

"Don't forget, with that machining center, we can continue to reduce the weight! Our 'Miss' is quite heavy!" Dean Qian said with a smile.

"Xiao Jiang, one day from now, the warhead will be integrated with the arrow body, and we'll launch it!"

"Xiao Jiang?" Dean Qian turned around and called out.

Academician Guo pulled Dean Qian aside, saying, "Let's wait a bit, it won't make a difference."

Dean Qian glanced at the motionless "Xiao Jiang," followed his gaze, and then sighed.

"Xiao Jiang" was holding binoculars and staring blankly into the distance, completely ignoring the cheers from the outside world.

In the footage, "Little Jiang" is cheering atop the sand dune. Finally, perhaps feeling it wasn't enough, he simply took off his cotton-padded coat, held it above his head, and spun around in circles.

"You've really grown up, and you're quite tall, just like me! But your face is still round, just like when you were little..."

"Happy, right? Shocked, right? Hehe, your dad deserves some credit for that."

But then she frowned again: "How can you be so thin! You must not be eating properly..."

"Children who don't eat properly will get a spanking!"

As she spoke, tears started falling again...

Director Zhao stepped in front of him and reached for the binoculars: "Alright, your teacher and Dean Qian are calling you!"

Jiang Chuntian gripped Director Zhao's hand tightly, "Just one more look, just one more look..."

Director Zhao looked towards Professor Qian, who waved to him, and Academician Guo also slowly shook his head.

"Then three more minutes." As he spoke, Director Zhao also raised his binoculars and looked over.

Three minutes, three days of solitary confinement—Director Zhao was preparing to lock himself up in a little while.

At the top of the sand dune, Jiang Xia and Tu Gou were having a good time. Somehow, the two started wrestling. Tu Gou suddenly pounced on Jiang Xia, grabbed him by the ankle, and lifted him up, sending Jiang Xia tumbling headfirst down the sand slope.

"Gah?"

This was Director Zhao's surprised voice.

"gollum"

That's the sound of Director Zhao swallowing.

He glanced furtively at Comrade Jiang's expression, then looked at the dog laughing heartily on the sand dune: "Gah~~ Dog, you've finally made it to 100 days!"

Comrade Jiang quickly shook the camera, searching everywhere for his own silly little brat.

I only breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the little guy, his head covered in sand, climb up the dune and reappear in my sight.

"Hehehe~~"

A muffled laugh came from inside the bunker.

"Xiao Jiang, you're showing great spirit, quite the indomitable spirit!"

Dean Qian also picked up his binoculars and watched as Xiao Xiaojiang was thrown down the hillside again.

Academician Guo watched and laughed, "Oh dear, he's gone up again. Right, grab his hand and don't let him go over there! Sigh, he's too weak. But he rolls quite smoothly..."

"Take a look," Academician Guo exclaimed, "Hey, Lao Qian, look at the trajectory of that little guy rolling. If we were to calculate the trajectory, we could plan it using the complex shape of a Cartesian leaf!"

Dean Qian reviewed the trajectory of Xiao Xiaojiang's fall once more. "Hey, that makes sense, we can work on it~ Combined with the formula I proposed earlier, all we need to do is create a waverider under the wing surface..."

The two watched Jiang Baobao rolling around and began to discuss it.

Old Jiang had long since put down his binoculars and jotted down what his teacher and Dean Qian had said in his notebook.

"Hey, you're such a good kid, even rolling down here can inspire your teacher..."

Director Zhao hesitated a bit.

"Uh, did this mongrel do a good job? Should we tell him to throw Little Jiang even further?"