Reborn in 2005, starting with repairing mobile phones

Mark did not prepare.

He stood there, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

"John, it's me," he said. "There's something I need to do at the convention center. Could you contact the people at the school newspaper, and those tech media outlets—yes, the ones that usually work with the labs?"

He paused.

"Tell them that someone is provoking Stanford's radio frequency lab. I'll personally take them on."

What did the person on the other end of the phone say?

Mark smiled.

"Yes, that's exactly what I mean. Let everyone see if Stanford stuff is something just anyone can touch."

He hung up the phone.

Dave leaned closer, his expression a mix of excitement and apprehension.

"Mark, what's wrong with you...?"

Mark didn't look at him.

"You lost, but I'll get revenge for you," he said. "And I'll show those people what real radio frequency technology is."

Dave opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

Mark turned and walked towards the entrance of the exhibition hall.

After taking two steps, he stopped and looked back in Lin Dong's direction.

The young man was still standing there, with the three people beside him. They were talking about something, I couldn't tell.

Mark looked away.

—Eighteen years old. Just graduated from high school. Shenzhen University.

He stepped outside.

Let the media come, let everyone come.

Let this arrogant young man learn a lesson under the spotlight.

twenty minutes.

The number of people in the exhibition hall did not disperse; on the contrary, it increased.

The booth, which originally only had forty or fifty people, is now surrounded by two or three hundred people.

Several unfamiliar faces appeared in the crowd—some carrying cameras, some holding laptops, and a few carrying professional video cameras.

A middle-aged woman in formal attire stood at the front, holding a microphone, confirming the camera position with the cameraman.

The tag on her chest read "Stanford News Center".

Several students stood nearby, holding recording pens from the school magazine.

"I heard someone's challenging Mark Chen?"

"Really? Mark is personally accepting the challenge?"

"What's that kid's background?"

"I don't know, someone just said it was a high school student..."

"High school student? Are you kidding me?"

Discussions rose and fell.

A small, makeshift podium was pushed over.

Two workstations were placed side by side on top, with a huge projection screen behind them.

The host walked onto the stage—not the doctoral student who had been temporarily brought in, but a real host in a suit. He picked up the microphone and tested his voice.

"Everyone, please be quiet."

The crowd gradually quieted down.

The host cleared his throat.

"Everyone, today's exchange was originally just a technical discussion between two students." He paused, his gaze sweeping across the crowd, "but since some people are interested in the capabilities of Stanford's RF Lab—"

He smiled slightly.

"Then let's let more people see it."

He moved aside.

Mark stepped out from behind the crowd.

He changed into a dark shirt, rolled up the sleeves to his forearms, and carried nothing in his hands.

He walked at a steady pace, exactly the same as before.

The crowd automatically parted to make way.

He walked up to the podium and stood next to a workstation.

The host turned to the crowd.

"Mark, a third-year PhD student in Electrical Engineering at Stanford. Undergraduate from Princeton, three first-author IEEE papers, and two lab project leaders. In radio frequency, few people at this school dare to say they know more than him."

Applause erupted from the audience.

Mark stood on the stage and nodded slightly in response.

The host paused for a moment.

"So, who will challenge him—"

He looked into the crowd.

"please."

All eyes turned to them.

Lin Dong strode forward.

Cheng Chuan stood beside him, his breath caught in his throat.

He actually went up there.

Cheng Chuan still hasn't fully processed what those words, those numbers, that 99 points, were just said.

But it's different now.

Mark is standing on the stage now.

Mark, a name known throughout the entire lab.

Cheng Chuan had seen him single-handedly leave three PhD students speechless during a group meeting.

I've seen him listen to reports with his eyes closed, and at the end he'd say, "This is wrong," and then it really was wrong.

Can Lin Dong beat him?

he does not know.

All he knew was that his palms were sweaty.

Cheng Yu glanced at him but didn't say anything.

calm.

He was telling himself: Calm down. Don't let your emotions get the better of you.

Lin Dong beat Dave, which proves he's not a fraud. But Mark... Mark is on a completely different level.

If Lin Dong could stand up and walk down from that stage today—

He dared not think any further.

Tina stood behind, her gaze fixed on Lin Dong, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Interesting.

She had thought today was just for fun. Dave lost, and Mark came out to save the day; she'd seen that script far too many times.

But it's different now.

The young man went up. Now, facing Mark and everyone else, his face remained expressionless.

She suddenly wanted to know what this person was thinking.

Anderson somehow managed to squeeze into the front row, and the coffee in his hand had gone cold.

Magic Lin.

He repeated the nickname to himself.

He missed the last game, only hearing the people next to him say "two minutes," "99 points," and "Dave was stunned."

He can't miss this one.

He looked at the young man's back on the stage and suddenly remembered that the young man's expression was exactly the same when they first met.

He raised the now-cold cup of coffee and waved it at the counter.

Magic Lin, show me your transformation again.

The crowd automatically parted to make way.

He walked up to the podium and stood next to another workstation.

The host looked him up and down.

"And this is...?"

Lin Dong looked at him.

"Lin Dong," he said, "Shenzhen University, prospective freshman."

A murmur arose from the crowd.

"She really is a high school student..."

"Are you crazy?"

"What is Mark trying to do? Bully a child?"

The host paused for a moment, then laughed.

The smile was brief, but everyone saw it.

"Interesting," he said. "Let's begin."

He turned to Mark.

"Mark, are you choosing a topic?"

Mark shook his head.

"Let him choose," he said. "I've said I won't bully the younger generation."

The host looked at Lin Dong.

Lin Dong thought for a moment.

"Then let's go with radio frequency," he said. "Choose what you're best at."

Mark's expression changed for a moment.

Someone in the crowd gasped.

The host was also taken aback for a moment.

He looked at Lin Dong, then at Mark, and finally raised his hand.

"Okay," he said, "then radio frequency."

He paused.

"Topic: Design a real-time RF front-end LNA that meets the following specifications. Specifications are here."

The projection screen lit up.

Lines of parameters pop up—frequency range, noise figure, gain, linearity, power consumption.

It was densely packed with text, covering the entire page.

The crowd fell silent.

Someone whispered, "This...this is the level of difficulty for a master's thesis..."

The host looked at the two of them.

"Thirty minutes limit. Begin."