Early the next morning.
Xia City, First University.
Zhuang Liangjun is a junior student here, and the son of a pair of research scientists.
"Professor Zhuang Junior, still learning while walking, huh?"
"Professor Zhuang Junior, do you really believe your parents are doing ordinary research? That’s impossible, right?"
At the moment, within the university campus.
Seeing Zhuang Liangjun, a bit wooden, reading a book while walking along the roadside.
Familiar classmates tease him by calling him ’Professor Zhuang Junior.’
Because sometimes in certain electrical engineering classes, he assists as a teaching assistant for the professor.
Sometimes he even tutors classmates, teaching them some lessons in electrical engineering and materials science.
But precisely because Zhuang Liangjun is too capable.
Over time, some classmates become curious about what his parents do?
What kind of family can nurture such a genius?
Moreover, during Zhuang Liangjun’s college life, whether it’s moving luggage or making the bed, it’s always his uncles helping out.
This makes certain classmates even more curious.
Have his parents abandoned him?
But honestly, even Zhuang Liangjun doesn’t know what his parents specifically do.
According to his parents, they’re ’researchers at a big company.’
Before attending high school, Zhuang Liangjun believed it wholeheartedly and was proud, thinking his parents were very capable.
Now, Zhuang Liangjun doesn’t believe it because his parents’ knowledge completely overshadows his own.
And he has already outstripped many professors within the university.
’What exactly do my mom and dad do?’
His eyes remain on the book, but his mind stays curious.
He vaguely suspects that his parents are likely involved in some unspeakable work.
This isn’t because his parents are bad at hiding it.
It’s that Zhuang Liangjun is too smart, sensing that their knowledge is too high, and their principles too firm, not likely to work for profit-driven or capitalistic organizations.
Similarly, the data center has secret agreements.
The personnel inside, if not necessary, cannot leave at will.
Even though the data center is now semi-open, everyone knows its existence.
But the specific location of the data center and the inside personnel.
This remains a secret.
Only the relevant high-level officials of each dynasty know some specifics.
Like ’Professor Zhao with two notebooks’, during lectures at foreign universities, those students only know that Professor Zhao is knowledgeable.
And the detailed information is only known by a few in the West.
Because they need to protect Professor Zhao.
The local Martial Arts Department must coordinate as well.
This also leads to most researchers choosing not to go out, not wanting to waste the human resources within the base.
They want to leave these resources for colleagues needing to go out.
However, Zhuang Liangjun doesn’t know these details, only that his parents haven’t appeared for more than a year.
Missing them, definitely.
But Zhuang Liangjun also knows faintly that they have more important things to do.
Coupled with their pride and skills, as well as matters more important than their child.
The answer is appearing clear.
Public over private, undoubtedly a national or even a world-class project!
Considering his parents’ professional knowledge, and that both went together for the world-class project.
As Zhuang Liangjun thinks about it, he suddenly stops in place, with two words surfacing in his mind.
And possibly an ’Extraordinary-level, superconductivity’ study at the data center.
He believes there’s a 75% ’hit rate’ for this answer.
The remaining 25% might be Great Xia’s own superconductivity research.
Beyond this, he can’t think of any other answers that would need hiding.
His current efforts in studying are also driven by a desire to further understand his parents, to get closer to them, to enter their circle.
Just as he was thinking about his parents, perhaps having a sixth sense, his phone rang, and it was his mom calling.
"Mom!" Zhuang Liangjun was immediately delighted, and hurriedly answered the phone.
"Son." His mother’s voice was a bit hoarse, bluntly saying: "Make sure you study hard!"
"Mom, were you crying?" Zhuang Liangjun was more concerned about another matter, "Do you have some happy news?"
He knew, if his mother cried from excitement, her voice would be hoarse the next day.
"No, it’s nothing, everything’s fine." His mom was somewhat at a loss for words, as there are regulations at the data center.
Even this call had at least three departments listening.
Additionally, the reason she hasn’t come home or communicated much with her son is because her son is too smart.
If she said too much, he would certainly figure it out.
Sometimes having a too-clever son is not a good thing.
"Son, your mom’s fine." At this time, Father Zhuang took over the phone, speaking in a lecturing tone: "She just suddenly missed you, wanted to urge you in your studies.
How are your studies now?
I heard from colleagues that you have a paper being considered by the province, don’t get carried away by such a minor achievement."
’This is called a minor achievement?’ The members of the listening department felt a bit amused inside when they heard this.
But thinking about the ’collective celebration’ at the base yesterday, and then about Father Zhuang’s ’era-defining notebook’ accomplishment.
His child’s small provincial paper really is just a minor achievement.
He thought this, giving a thumbs up to the colleague taking notes, "Their family is amazing, huh?"
"Focus," the note-taker glared at him, then continued recording.
Zhuang Liangjun, facing his ’strict father’ with a teacher-like tone, doesn’t exhibit the same tender concern as he does with his mother, instead responding in a business-like manner: This update is available on novel·fire·net