The military-industrial scientific research system of the academic master.

Chapter 1243: Elbow, follow me into the house! (A new January, please give me a monthly ticket~)

At the same time, Beijing.

Chang Haonan, who had just finished taking a shower and changed into pajamas, was sitting on the sofa, watching the press conference being broadcast on the international channel on TV while writing and drawing on a piece of paper with a pencil in his hand.

He had calculated that the other party would use an interception mission as a response to the previous missile test.

But it was indeed somewhat unexpected that they chose to directly attack the satellite in one step.

In its previous life, the Standard 3 also conducted an anti-satellite interception test in 2008, but the target was a reconnaissance satellite that lost control soon after launch.

Now, due to some strange coincidence, a similar incident has happened two years earlier.

Of course, no matter whether this kind of thing succeeds or fails, it is impossible for it to really scare Chang Haonan.

But the problem is that the interception plan just announced by NASA is really too extreme...

At this moment, a sound of light footsteps was heard behind Chang Haonan.

Then came a lazy and half helpless voice:

"Why are you still thinking about watching the news at this time..."

The only person who could appear at home at this time was naturally Yao Mengna.

To be honest, Chang Haonan is still not used to the sudden appearance of a hostess in the house.

After all, it’s only been less than a week.

Both of them are still trying to adapt to their roles.

Before he finished speaking, the person arrived.

The fragrance of shower gel or shampoo lingered around the sofa, making Chang Haonan's nose slightly itchy.

Then, a few wet strands of hair fell on the back of his neck and ears, and swayed slightly with the movements of the person behind him.

Yao Mengna leaned against Chang Haonan's back across the back of the sofa, with her arms around her newlywed husband's neck and her chin resting lightly on his head.

But Chang Haonan seemed to still be staring at the TV screen in front of him.

Although I feel angry and amused by this scene, after all, it is my own choice, so what can I do...

I had no choice but to forgive him.

Besides, wasn't the reason why I was attracted to her in the first place because of the way she looked when she was working seriously?

Thinking of this, Yao Mengna also turned her attention to the screen in the distance:

"NASA press conference?"

"Yes."

Being clingy like this to his lover, even Chang Haonan couldn't continue to concentrate on calculations.

So he simply put down his pen, gently spread apart the ten slender jade fingers that his senior sister had crossed in front of him, then put his two hands together and gently clasped them in his palms:

"The reaction to the intermediate-range missile test last month was much greater than I expected..."

He explained patiently.

At the same time, he leaned his upper body slightly back and half raised his head, staring at his wife's delicate profile and her soft and graceful yet angular jawline.

I couldn't help it and pecked it lightly.

"what--"

The sudden attack without any warning frightened the person behind him so much that he subconsciously wanted to straighten up.

As a result, Chang Haonan's head hit a certain place.

Fortunately, it doesn't hurt much.

Soon, the two returned to their previous position, but Chang Haonan could clearly feel that the cheek against his head was slightly hot.

"But...what does this have to do with NASA?"

Yao Mengna, with a flushed face, took the initiative to change the subject.

It's just past nine o'clock in the evening, so it's really not time to go to bed yet.

But in the living room...

She really couldn't accept it.

Fortunately, Chang Haonan didn't mean that, he just explained:

"They are preparing to intercept a satellite in the name of ensuring ground safety, and the orbital altitude is just about the same as that of an intermediate-range missile."

Yao Mengna had probably heard some fragmentary information about the test launch of the hypersonic verification missile, but she could not be considered a real insider.

Therefore, even at home, the only way to explain it is in the name of medium-range ballistic missiles.

"Doesn't that mean... it's at least 400-500 kilometers high?"

Yao Mengna has been focusing on aircraft structure calculation and production efficiency optimization in recent years. She can only say that she has some understanding of missiles, but not much:

"Can anti-aircraft missiles reach this altitude?"

She was half genuinely curious, and half just trying to make small talk. While asking, she took a lock of hair and swept it back and forth across Chang Haonan's nose.

"General models really don't work..."

Chang Haonan stretched his arms back and hugged his wife's waist wrapped in a nightgown:

I just wanted to leave it there, but my right hand happened to touch the opening of the lapel that was tilted to the side...

So I subconsciously explored...

"Um……"

Yao Mengna snorted lightly, quickly withdrew her arm, and held Chang Haonan's hand tightly through her nightgown.

"Go on."

Chang Haonan felt the warmth and tenderness coming from his fingertips, as well as the pair of soft pillows accidentally pressing against his head, and exhaled comfortably.

However, he was not going to do anything here, so he continued to explain:

"But adding boosters to increase acceleration, shrinking the wings, reducing drag at the expense of aerodynamic performance, and then reducing the warhead to a kinetic kill device without charge, is enough."

What he actually said was the general process of changing from standard 2ERblock4 to standard 3block1A.

But Yao Mengna had no such concept in her mind, and her mind was in a mess at the moment, so she obviously didn't quite understand it.

However, she was not going to dwell on such details:

"So... it's a big threat to us?"

"Well... that's not the case."

Chang Haonan moved his right hand dishonestly again before answering:

"It should be said that this kind of thing can indeed guarantee a certain interception rate when facing a small number of sporadic intermediate-range missiles, but as long as the number is too large, it will be useless..."

The anti-ship ballistic missile was originally the bait he threw to the Americans, so naturally he would not care about the interception threat of the Standard Missile 3.

Of course, I can only say this in my heart.

Yao Mengna behind him was obviously relieved, but her breathing was still a little disordered:

"Then why are you so concerned...it's normal for us to interact with each other."

The interaction between the two was no different from that of an ordinary newlywed couple, but there was something special about what they said:

"But the problem is that the normal firing height of the Sea-based Standard 3 is not high enough, so this time they plan to intercept using a direct ascent method, while the satellite will adjust its orbit in coordination..."

Chang Haonan felt that it was a bit tiring for his waist to continue maintaining the current posture. Considering that it would be useful later, he took the initiative to disengage, and pulled Yao Mengna's hand to the other side, motioning her to come around to him.

But Yao Mengna had no intention of taking a detour. She crossed her long legs over the back of the sofa and sat directly next to Chang Haonan.

The latter had gotten used to his wife's behavior these days, and was not surprised at all. He just picked up the paper on the coffee table:

"The post-impact motion characteristics of the direct ascent and co-orbital methods are somewhat different. I just did some calculations. If the fault-tolerance compensation mechanism at the end is not good enough, it is very likely that a large portion of satellite debris will be left in space after the impact, and the orbit cannot be calculated at all. This will cause great trouble..."

"Moreover, they estimate the impact altitude to be around 470 kilometers. If we are unlucky... there is a high probability that the debris will fall to the operating altitude of the spacecraft and the space station... Whether from the perspective of competition between countries or space cooperation, I think it is necessary to remind the other party of this risk. Of course, whether the other party listens or not is another matter..."

After saying this, Chang Haonan threw the piece of paper back to its original place, then moved his sore neck.

But he happened to see the tall Yao Mengna lying lazily on the sofa with her beautiful body spread out.

A pair of long legs appeared from the slit of the nightgown, and under the fluorescent light, the skin was so white that it was dazzling.

For no reason, Chang Haonan suddenly felt a little itchy.

As if she noticed her husband's gaze, Yao Mengna smiled:

"It's so late today, and others can't be at work... Whatever it is, let's talk about it tomorrow."

After saying that, he grabbed Chang Haonan's arm with one hand and pulled him up, and with the other hand he picked up the remote control and turned off the TV.

Elbow, follow me into the house!