There's something wrong with me

The next day, early morning.

Xia City, First University.

Zhuang Liangjun was a third-year student here, and also the son of a research couple.

"Little Professor Zhuang, still studying while walking?"

"Little Professor Zhuang, you said your parents are doing ordinary research? Impossible, right?"

At this moment, on the university campus.

Looking at the slightly dull Zhuang Liangjun, who was walking along the roadside while reading a book.

Classmates who knew him and passed by would jokingly call him 'Little Professor Zhuang'.

Because sometimes, in some electricity professors' classes, he would go up as a teaching assistant to help the professor.

Sometimes he even tutored classmates, giving them lessons in electrical engineering and materials science.

But precisely because Zhuang Liangjun was too brilliant.

Over time, some classmates became curious about what his parents did.

What kind of family could raise such a genius?

Adding to that, throughout Zhuang Liangjun's university life, whether it was moving luggage or tidying his bed, his uncles and aunts would come to help.

Some classmates became even more curious.

Did his parents not care about him anymore?

But truthfully, Zhuang Liangjun didn't know his parents' specific jobs either.

If he went by what his parents said, it was 'researchers at a big company'.

Before, when Zhuang Liangjun hadn't gone to high school, he believed it completely, even feeling proud, thinking his parents were very capable.

Now, Zhuang Liangjun didn't believe it, because his parents' knowledge completely surpassed his.

And he had already surpassed many professors at the university.

'What exactly do my dad and mom do?'

Zhuang Liangjun's eyes were still on the book, but his heart remained curious.

But he also vaguely guessed that his parents were probably engaged in some unspeakable work.

This wasn't because his parents were bad at hiding things.

It was because Zhuang Liangjun was too smart; he could sense that his parents' knowledge was too profound, and they were full of integrity, so it was impossible for them to humble themselves for the sake of some profit or capitalistic institution.

Similarly, the Data Center had confidential protocols.

Personnel inside, unless necessary, were not allowed to go out casually.

Even though the Data Center was now semi-publicized, and everyone knew of its existence.

But where the Data Center specifically was, and who the personnel inside were.

That was a secret.

Only relevant high-level officials from each dynasty knew some specifics.

Just like 'Professor Zhao, who obtained the notebook twice,' when he gave lectures at foreign universities, those students only knew Professor Zhao was knowledgeable.

As for the specific information, only a few individuals in the West knew.

Because they needed to protect Professor Zhao.

Local military departments also had to coordinate and cooperate.

This also led to the vast majority of scientific researchers, if they didn't need to go out, they wouldn't, not wanting to waste the human resources within the base.

They wanted to leave these resources for colleagues who needed to go out.

However, Zhuang Liangjun didn't know any of this, only that his parents hadn't appeared for over a year.

He definitely missed them.

But Zhuang Liangjun also vaguely knew that his parents had more important things to do.

Added to his parents' integrity and capability, and things that were even more important than their own child.

The answer was almost obvious.

The greater good surpasses the smaller family; it must be a state-level, or even world-class project!

Considering his parents' professional expertise and talent, and that it was a world-class project they went to together.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Liangjun suddenly stopped in place, and two words surfaced in his mind.

'Superconductivity'

And it might be the Data Center's 'supernatural-level, superconductivity' research.

He felt that this answer should have a 75% 'hit rate'.

The remaining 25% was Da Xia's independent research on superconductivity.

Other than that, he couldn't think of any other answers that needed to be hidden.

Including his current efforts to study, which was also to further understand his parents, get closer to them, and enter their circle.

Ring ring ring ~

Just as he was thinking about his parents, perhaps through telepathy, his phone rang; it was his mother calling.

"Mom!" Zhuang Liangjun's heart was suddenly filled with joy, and he quickly answered the phone.

"Son." Zhuang's mother's voice was a little hoarse, and she said out of the blue, "You must study hard!"

"Mom, have you been crying?" Zhuang Liangjun was more concerned about something else, "Did something happy happen?"

He knew that whenever his mother cried out of excitement, her voice would be very hoarse the next day.

"No, no, Mom is fine." Zhuang's mother didn't quite know how to explain, because the Data Center had regulations.

Including her current call, which was being listened to by at least three departments.

And the reason she didn't come home and rarely communicated with her son was also because her son was too smart.

If she said too much, he would inevitably guess.

Sometimes, having a son who was too smart wasn't a good thing.

"Son, your mother is fine." At this moment, Zhuang's father took the phone, and his tone was like a teacher lecturing, "She just suddenly missed you and wanted to check on your studies.

How are your studies now?

I heard from a colleague that you have a paper in the provincial journal; don't get carried away by this small achievement."

'This is called a small achievement?' The personnel listening in, hearing this, grumbled inwardly.

But thinking of the 'collective celebration' within the base yesterday, and then thinking of Zhuang's father's 'Era Notebook' achievement.

Then his child's small provincial paper really was a small achievement.

Thinking this, he even gave a thumbs-up to the recording personnel next to him, "Their whole family is amazing."

"Focus." The recording personnel glared at him and continued recording.

At the same time.

Facing his 'strict father's' lecture-like words, Zhuang Liangjun didn't show the same gentle concern as he did for his mother, but instead spoke in a businesslike manner:

"Don't worry, Dad, I know what I'm doing, and I know what my goal is.

By the way, Dad, I still have a paper to revise, can I ask you about a key theoretical question regarding electrical data?

I haven't fully grasped this theory yet."

"You haven't grasped it and you wrote it in your paper?" Zhuang's father's tone was heavy, "Speak."

"Okay." Just as Zhuang Liangjun was about to state the problem, he suddenly saw several classmates around him instantly become excited.

"Quick, look at the news! Superconductivity was successfully researched by the Data Center yesterday afternoon at 2:27 PM! Just now, the superconductivity production project was officially finalized! It's 8:00 AM sharp, global announcement!"

"The Pioneer is the God of Technology!"

"Superconductivity has appeared?!"

"The Data Center is truly stable, such a big event, they actually kept it under wraps for a day?"

These classmates looking at their phones were cheering, which also attracted the attention of more classmates.

At the same time, Zhuang Liangjun also, without knowing why, smiled, feeling proud of our dynasty's scientific breakthrough.

But the next second, when he thought of his mother crying excitedly yesterday, and the Data Center keeping it secret for a day.

Zhuang Liangjun suddenly understood something and said to his father on the other end of the phone, "Dad, you should get back to work, I can handle it myself."

He didn't want to delay his parents' important work with his own matters.

And on the phone, even though he guessed, he didn't say anything.

Click —

The call was hung up.

At the same time.

Inside the Data Center's phone room.

Zhuang's father shook his head and looked at Zhuang's mother, who had a puzzled expression, "I told you not to talk to our son, not to talk, but you insisted on talking, insisted on talking.

Now it's done, whether he hung up or not, our son should have guessed where we work.

But luckily, he didn't blurt out a sentence like 'Dad, do you work at the Data Center?'.

Otherwise, we would have to explain carefully to the security department.

Explaining that having a genius son is actually not always a good thing."

"Things are already like this." Zhuang's mother was thinking of a solution, "How about we have the base issue a work ID for a large enterprise?"

"No need." Zhuang's father shook his head again, "I'm going to proactively go to the security department and explain that our child has already guessed.

Because the people in the information department, through those words, will probably react very quickly.

We have many behavior and language analysis experts in our base; our child's seemingly random few sentences have probably already been thoroughly analyzed.

I also heard his classmates cheering on that end, and the words 'yesterday' and 'superconductivity'.

It's not strange at all that he could infer it, after all, he's our precious son.

We originally wanted him to have a carefree life, but now he must be subject to formal 'constraints'.

Sometimes, being too smart also requires reporting."

— —

Inside the school.

Zhuang Liangjun looked at the hung-up call, feeling very happy.

But he also knew that some things couldn't be asked directly.

Understanding through telepathy was enough.

And he felt that his father probably also knew that he had guessed.

Then, in less than half an hour.

Zhuang Liangjun, who was in class, knew he had guessed correctly, but the scene was not what he wanted.

It was even a scene he had never imagined.

At this moment.

He was holding a book, standing in front of the blackboard, acting as a professor's assistant.

And at the doorway.

Five burly men who looked like they shouldn't be messed with appeared, followed by the cautious school dean.

At the same time, the leading man, while looking at the document bag in his hand, looked at the stunned Zhuang Liangjun,

"Student Zhuang Liangjun, we are reporters from the city newspaper, and we would like to interview you about some things, please come out for a moment."

This kind of setup, calling themselves reporters?

Zhuang Liangjun didn't believe it.

No one believed it.

But what could they do?

At the dean's instruction.

He could only follow these five reporters, under the curious and speculative gazes of all his classmates.

— —

Evening.

Outside a residential complex in Xia City.

Zhuang's father and Zhuang's mother got out of a bulletproof car.

At the same time, two special personnel got out of a car in the distance, and local military personnel were also on guard around them.

They were all protecting the Zhuang couple.

And tonight, Zhuang's father was ready to come clean to his son, which was allowed.

Because his son had been thoroughly interrogated today, and the result was that everything was up to par.

And finally, he even signed an agreement, which was a formal constraint.

This agreement was what they, as a couple, were going to talk to their son about today.

—

Click—

Opening the door.

The couple came in and saw that their son had already prepared dinner, a simple meal with two dishes, one meat and one vegetable, and a pot of rice.

"Dad, Mom, you're back."

Zhuang Liangjun was very happy to see his parents, and he also had a belly full of questions.

Zhuang's father looked at him, then went straight to get some rice and eat.

"I'm back."

Zhuang's mother, on the other hand, looked at her son happily, but a moment later her face fell, and she spoke seriously about the incident.

Even though her son had done nothing wrong.

However, correcting mistakes if there are any, and encouraging oneself if there are none, has always been their family's unconventional style.

Similarly, Zhuang Liangjun also realized a mistake.

That is, seemingly being very smart and having guessed it, speaking thoughtlessly in public could very likely cause others to suspect his parents.

To put it more seriously, it could very likely be suspected of endangering the safety of the court.

Because his parents were hidden figures.

At the same time, when Zhuang's father saw Zhuang's mother scolding, he also said while eating, "Don't think you are very smart; there are many people smarter than you.

You must always maintain a humble heart."

"Dad, I understand!" Zhuang Liangjun's attitude was very proper.

"You guessed correctly."

After seeing his son's sincere attitude, Zhuang's father also told him about the reason for their return,

"We work at the data center."

"Really?"

Hearing his parents admit it firsthand.

Zhuang Liangjun was still somewhat unable to suppress his excitement, and coupled with this being like a showdown, he still couldn't help but ask,

"Dad, Mom, are you really at the data center? Have you met the Pioneer? Have you spoken to the Pioneer?"

When talking about the Pioneer, Zhuang Liangjun's voice was trembling.

He also didn't expect that his parents were actually in contact with a 'god on earth'!

Nowadays, in the hearts of these new generation of science and technology university students, Zhang Feng is a god!

He is an incomparable star of the century!

"I warn you, don't ask anything about Director Zhang, and don't say anything."

When Zhuang's father saw that Zhuang's mother wanted to say something, he immediately interrupted, "Jun Jun, if you want to see Director Zhang.

Rely on your own ability and work hard to get in."

Zhuang's father did not talk about the matter of the Era Notebook.

Because he was afraid that his son would not be able to help but talk carelessly.

Of course, it was also very painful for Zhuang's father not to talk about this.

—

Perhaps it was due to the incident of being clever.

Zhuang Liangjun became more introverted, and all his thoughts were focused on studying.

His goal became more precise: to get into the data center.

Four months after the incident of being clever.

Senior year.

Because of his solid theoretical foundation, he was recommended by several school leaders to participate in the mass production of superconducting machines in Xia City as a senior student.

And he came into contact with content related to the superconducting core.

This made him eager for knowledge, and he absorbed new knowledge like a sponge, as if he had entered a new ocean of knowledge.

He wanted to study hard, like his parents, to contribute to the era and create a new civilization with the Pioneer!

Of course, it cannot be denied that he wanted to meet the Pioneer.

He felt that was the ultimate goal for 'researchers'.

It was the 'Valhalla' of scientific research.

Only during his participation.

He seemed to be wearing the blue hat of a technical worker, but more often he could only watch and not practice.

He was still a 'new recruit'.

Also during this period, the knowledge of superconductivity and mass production machines was not blocked.

Zhang Feng completely spread it out, allowing various dynasties and institutions to participate.

And he also sent out relevant technical personnel as guides, arranging them for other parties to guide them in producing superconductors.

This was also considered a way for the base personnel to achieve a partial combination of theory and practice.

Of course, after teaching and practicing, the people had to return.

And there was also a key point.

That is, during the period when the guiding personnel were outside, they still had to implement an eight-hour workday.

Afterwards, the local area must ensure the supply of spirit stones and implement supervision, requiring the guiding personnel to wear them on their chests.

Also during this period.

The replacement of Z1's superconductors, this was a super large project.

And the replacement of the computing power building's superconductors, this was an even bigger project.

And the laying of the global superconducting power grid, as well as the construction of geomagnetic roads, this was an even bigger super project.

Not to mention the final mechanical platform.

Zhang Feng felt a headache and also felt that martial arts training needed to be accelerated.

In terms of martial arts training, there was the matter of gene potions, which needed to be implemented.

Ultimately, there were too many plans, but the resources were far from sufficient.

Because the original computing power building, as well as the Z1 battery coverage, etc., had already consumed too many resources.

Finally, Zhang Feng decided to focus on Z1 upgrades and mass production of superconductors first.

The construction of the computing power building was temporarily stopped.

All relevant material resources were invested in these two items.

Gene potions, on the other hand, were medicine and could be directly developed.

As for the mechanical platform architecture, and what Moon plan, and planetary computing body.

Zhang Feng thought about it and decided not to mention them for now.

Because their foundation was built on the popularization of superconductivity.

And now, just the production lines and various factories have already used a lot of Z1 energy.

Several computing power buildings have been shut down.

—

Eight months after returning.

Private office.

Zhang Feng saw a report, something had happened.

A martial artist incident occurred in a province, resulting in a total of three deaths and sixteen injuries, which was a clash between evil forces.

This was also the 161st martial artist incident in these years.

However, other incidents were not this serious.

But the incidents were also becoming increasingly serious.

Zhang Feng also knew that reality was becoming increasingly absurd.

After all, as the strength of martial artists increased, their destructive power would definitely become more astonishing.

When one punch can take down a building, if something happens, it will be even more ridiculous.

But most of the martial artist incidents were actually two martial artists competing, and then accidentally killing each other.

And not allowing competitions or sparring was also unrealistic.

Regarding this matter.

Zhang Feng felt that they should find some places where they could compete, preferably places where they could have fun and not get injured.

Regarding this answer, Zhang Feng thought of 'virtual reality'.

It was the kind of brain interface used in games, where you put on a helmet and directly enter the virtual world.

And for now.

Superconductors have already reached the required material level.

The future superconducting quantum building can also compute the variables of a world.

There is also the brain-computer interface using superconducting nanoelectrodes, which can accurately distinguish neuron information.

Then it is how to convert this information, which requires a major breakthrough in 'neurology'.

It is currently not possible in reality.

Including in the previous world, even Chen Tiancai did not achieve it.

Of course, a bigger reason was that his main focus was on superconductivity and mechanical platforms.

His mind was not on this aspect.

But if it could be achieved, then it would be possible to achieve 'a piece of superconductor' placed in the brain, allowing for calling, watching news, watching videos, and even instantly entering the 'virtual network' anytime and anywhere.

Because of the characteristics of superconductors, in addition to zero resistance, they also have 'non-linearity'.

Similarly, as long as accurate implantation of superconductors into the brain is achieved, and neurology makes breakthroughs.

Then spirit cultivation can also be developed.

Because there is a spirit energy monitoring device.

However, neurology.

This is a big problem.

Zhang Feng thought about it for a long time and had two solutions.

First, the adventure world, copy.

Second, when the time comes, the spiritual sense can be attached to a pet and actually studied.

It can also serve as a reference for the 'beast taming' school, and then absorb useful knowledge to optimize his own cultivation system.

Zhang Feng felt that it was feasible.

And he was happy.

With a plan, he felt happy.

Zhang Feng looked at the small mud ball on the table, which was a simple toy.

Like making mud balls when he was a child, there were more than twenty of them on the table.

Zhang Feng made them casually when he went to the planting base within the base two days ago.

But now there was only one left.

And at this moment.

Zhang Feng looked at it, and it was instantly scattered into the surrounding soil by the spirit energy.

Under Zhang Feng's control, in the next second, all the soil gathered together and turned into a relatively neat 'ceramic small house'.

Instant processing, instant production.

The internal structure was not rough, and the overall structure was also very reasonable.

This was the application of engineering architecture and spirit energy.

Zhang Feng had made many of these in the past few days, but this one was the most beautiful.

A moment later, Zhang Feng looked at a wooden sword on the ground.

He got up and walked over.

It instantly came to his feet and slowly floated up.

It swayed for about ten seconds and floated up to about one meter.

Whoosh—

The wooden sword fell down, and Zhang Feng also fell down.

This abstract 'sword control technique' was still not very familiar.

But if it were a very wide large wooden board.

Then, using the principles of aerodynamics, and using spirit energy to create a few 'invisible spirit energy wings' around his body.

He could fly for a while.

However, that large wooden board didn't look good.

The spirit energy wings also needed to be optimized again to provide more power and gliding techniques similar to a bird's wings.

Zhang Feng felt that he really needed computing power.

The research of neurology was also an opportunity to train his mental computing power.