Rebirth of Bloody Romance

The sunlight shines through the classroom window and dapples onto the podium. Zhong Yuemin's figure appears particularly solemn and profound in the interweaving of light and shadow. His eyes sparkle with wisdom, as if he can see through the veins of history and foresee the direction of the future.

“Students, when we talk about the rise of a country, it is often not limited to its original ability, but also its ability to learn, absorb and surpass.”

Zhong Yuemin's voice was gentle but powerful. He slowly walked to the blackboard, picked up the chalk, and gently outlined the outline of a fighter jet. "Just like this plane, it is not just a pile of metal and plastic, but also the crystallization of countless scientific and technological wisdom. When we say that Japan is labeled as a 'copycat' in some areas, have we ever thought deeply about what kind of technical strength and strategic vision are hidden behind this?"

At this time, a student plucked up the courage and stood up, with a puzzled tone in his voice. "Teacher Zhong, plagiarism is not the right way after all. How can it support a country's development?"

In the spacious and bright electronic classroom, soft light shines down, creating a warm and peaceful learning atmosphere.

Zhong Yuemin stood on the podium, with an upright posture and a faint smile on his face. He coughed lightly, and the low and magnetic voice echoed throughout the classroom, immediately attracting the attention of all students and everyone.

The corners of Zhong Yuemin's mouth slightly raised, revealing a playful smile, as if he was about to unveil a mysterious veil. The students raised their heads, their eyes focused on him, waiting for his next words.

"Students, the terms 'copycat' and 'plagiarism' that we often talk about in daily life actually have a more formal academic name. Do you know what it is?" Zhong Yuemin said with a smile, his voice full of mystery.

The students looked at each other, their faces showing confusion and curiosity. They discussed among themselves, but still could not guess the answer. Finally, they shouted in unison, "We don't know, Teacher Zhong, please stop keeping us in suspense and tell us!"

Zhong Yuemin chuckled, a hint of pride flashed in his eyes. He cleared his throat and continued, "You are all contemporary college students, the future pillars of our country. As your teacher, I also have the responsibility to guide you to view these words correctly. We say 'plagiarism' when we open our mouths, and 'copycat' when we close our mouths. If others know about it, it seems that we are uneducated. In fact, the most accurate name for them should be - 'reverse engineering'."

As soon as this was said, there was a burst of laughter in the classroom, mixed with surprise and novelty. The students seemed to be amused by this sudden "elegant name", and the atmosphere became relaxed and lively.

"Teacher Zhong, the name you gave is really nice!" A girl praised with a smile. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity and admiration, and she became more and more interested in this unique teacher.

"Yes, Mr. Zhong, isn't this what you often say, 'It's not the hooligans who are scary, but the hooligans who are educated who are scary'?" Another boy said mischievously, with a teasing smile on his face. His words resonated with the students around him, and the classroom was filled with laughter again.

"If the person whose work was actually plagiarized finds out, will they come to our door?" another student asked half-jokingly, with a hint of cunning in his eyes. This question made everyone ponder, and then sparked more discussion and laughter.

Zhong Yuemin smiled as he watched the students' reactions. His eyes showed a deep understanding and tolerance. His voice was firm and powerful. "I am a gangster. Who am I afraid of?"

"Haha..." The whole classroom was filled with the students' laughter. They felt Zhong Yuemin's unique charm and personality. This free and open teaching atmosphere made them feel extremely happy and satisfied.

Zhong Yuemin's humor and confidence, as well as his respect and concern for his students, made this originally serious class lively and interesting.

Zhong Yuemin smiled and asked everyone to stop. "What the student just mentioned is exactly the misunderstanding that many people easily fall into. Reverse engineering is not a simple copy and paste, it is a profound learning and re-creation standing on the shoulders of giants. The reason why Japan was able to rise rapidly after the war was largely due to their sophisticated use of this strategy."

Zhong Yuemin turned around, looked around every corner of the classroom, and continued, "Imagine that when you are faced with a precision mechanical device, you not only have to accurately replicate each of its components, but also understand the design logic, material selection, and even production process behind it. The difficulty is far beyond what an outsider can imagine. As I said, the heat treatment process of a screw may determine the success or failure of the entire machine. In this process, the Japanese not only learned how to manufacture, but more importantly, they learned how to innovate, how to incorporate their own thinking into imitation, and finally walked out of a path of their own."

Zhong Yuemin's eyes became extremely deep at this moment, as if he could penetrate the surface and see the essence of things. "Students, do you know that reverse engineering is often just about the appearance or appearance. The core things - technology, principles, production processes, management methods - cannot be easily copied."

Zhong Yuemin's words were like spring rain, nourishing the hearts of the students. "Just like when a doctor treats a patient, although the types of diseases, symptoms, and examination methods are clearly written in the textbooks, this does not mean that everyone can become an excellent doctor or successfully open a hospital. Because in addition to these basic knowledge, what is more important is the doctor's experience, judgment, and care and understanding for the patient."

"Similarly, in the field of science and technology, even if we have all the design drawings, technical specifications and production processes, we cannot truly master those core technologies without in-depth understanding, superb skills and unremitting spirit of innovation." Zhong Yuemin's voice gradually rose, full of passion and power.

"Therefore, our scientific and technological level cannot rely on simple imitation and replication, but must rely on our own efforts and wisdom to create and break through."

“Technology, principles, production processes, management methods… these seemingly ordinary but crucial elements are the source of our innovation. When we can deeply understand and master these elements, we can think and practice creatively on this basis, thus promoting the progress and development of science and technology.”

“Remember, innovation is not about creating something out of nothing, but about reinventing something based on existing knowledge.”

Zhong Yuemin's words are like a beacon, illuminating the students' path forward. "Only when we have a solid foundation, keen insight and unremitting pursuit can we truly embark on the road of innovation and contribute to the country's scientific and technological progress."

In the classroom, students were fascinated by the teacher's speech. They knew that the teacher was not only imparting knowledge, but also igniting the fire of innovation in their hearts.

As Zhong Yuemin finished his words, the atmosphere in the classroom remained warm and full of energy. Standing on the podium, he looked at the classroom that was full and even a little crowded, and couldn't help but feel an indescribable emotion in his heart.

Zhong Yuemin himself had never expected that this course would be so popular. The large classroom with more than 300 people could always accommodate 400 to 500 people.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, but the students did not seem to be in a hurry to leave. Some of them lowered their heads in thought, some discussed with each other, and some walked directly to the podium, wanting to have a more in-depth exchange with Zhong Yuemin.

Several people from the research institute were also mixed in the crowd. They were dressed simply, but their eyes revealed their thirst for knowledge. After class, they always greeted Zhong Yuemin habitually, then hurriedly picked up a small notebook to record some inspiration and gains in class, and then hurriedly left to continue their research work.

"Teacher Zhong, your class is so wonderful!" A student came over and said with admiration. "Every time I listen to your class, I can gain a lot, and I feel that my understanding of science and technology has deepened."

"Yes, Teacher Zhong, your class not only allows us to learn knowledge, but also teaches us how to think and innovate." Another student echoed.

Zhong Yuemin smiled and nodded. "Students, I'm glad you like my class. But please remember that learning is endless, and innovation requires us to constantly explore and practice. I hope you can maintain this enthusiasm and curiosity, and bravely pursue your dreams and goals."

"Teacher Zhong, we will definitely remember your words."

Zhong Yuemin had just escaped from the classroom and was about to enjoy a moment of peace and quiet when he was interrupted by Liu Lianxiang's hurried figure.

Liu Lianxiang's face was filled with excitement that was hard to conceal. He grabbed Zhong Yuemin and said eagerly, "Teacher Zhong, it's done! Our leader finally agreed!"

Zhong Yuemin was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then he sighed with a bit of helplessness and ridicule. "Leader Liu, your efficiency is really worrying. Look how long it has been delayed? The Hong Kong businessmen are almost waiting for their husbands to come."

Liu Lianxiang heard this and a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face. He quickly explained, "Teacher Zhong, you know, we have to consider this matter carefully. It took us a lot of effort to convince the leader. Please bear with us and understand our difficulties."

"I understand, but time waits for no one, and time is money." Zhong Yuemin shook his head, and then changed the subject. "But since it has been decided, I will try my best to communicate with the other party and see if I can make this matter go away."

When Liu Lianxiang heard this, he quickly said gratefully, "Thank you very much, Mr. Zhong. Are you free tonight? I would like to treat you to a meal to thank you for your help."

After listening to Liu Lianxiang's words, Zhong Yuemin's originally relaxed expression suddenly tensed up. He widened his eyes and opened his mouth slightly, as if he was struck by lightning, and suddenly remembered his promise to Xiao Haichen.

"Oops!" Zhong Yuemin slapped his forehead and said with regret and self-blame on his face. "Fuck, how could I forget about this! Xiao Haichen must have finished school and is waiting for me at school!"

Zhong Yuemin turned to Liu Lianxiang and said, "I won't tell you any more. I still have to take care of my son! Just wait for my news."

After saying that, Zhong Yuemin ran away. His steps were so fast that he disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye, leaving Liu Lianxiang standing there in a daze.

Liu Lianxiang looked at Zhong Yuemin's back as he disappeared into the crowd. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and muttered to himself, "Teacher Zhong is really impetuous."

"Well, since he is in such a hurry to pick up the child, I won't bother him. It seems I have to find another opportunity to invite him for this meal." Liu Lianxiang thought to himself, turned around and prepared to leave, but he couldn't help but glance in the direction where Zhong Yuemin disappeared.

Zhong Yuemin hurried to Yanjing No. 1 Kindergarten, and the scene in front of him made his heart tighten.

The classroom was empty, with only the gentle teacher Xiao Li and the lonely Xiao Haichen left. Xiao Haichen held his face with both hands, his mouth pouted high, his eyes full of loss and grievance, and it was obvious that he had been waiting for a long time.

Zhong Yuemin hurried forward and thanked Teacher Li repeatedly: "Teacher, thank you so much! My last class today happened to be the last one, so I'm late. I'm so sorry."

Teacher Li smiled and responded, "Oh, so we are still in the same business! Don't be polite, it's all my duty. Since you are here, I am relieved. I will leave first. Haichen, say goodbye to the teacher!"

Although Xiao Haichen was still a little unhappy, he still stood up obediently and waved goodbye to Teacher Xiao Li. "Goodbye, teacher!"

After Teacher Li left, only Zhong Yuemin and Xiao Haichen were left in the classroom.

Xiao Haichen still maintained the original posture, sitting there motionless, as if expressing his dissatisfaction and grievance in this way.

Xiao Haichen occasionally glanced at Zhong Yuemin secretly and said dissatisfiedly, "You said you would pick me up early."

Zhong Yuemin wanted to laugh when he saw this. "Xiao Haichen, Dad knows I came late today and made you wait for a long time. It's Dad's fault. But Dad also has his reasons. I hope you can understand. Tomorrow, Dad will definitely pick you up early, okay?"

Xiao Haichen didn't answer immediately, but the grievance in his eyes seemed to be slightly relieved. He was silent for a while, then nodded reluctantly, accepting his father's apology.

"Then let's go and pick up sister from school, okay?" Zhong Yuemin took the opportunity to make another suggestion, hoping to divert Xiao Haichen's attention.

Although Xiao Haichen was still a little depressed, he agreed when he heard that he was going to pick up his sister.

At the gate of Yanjing Primary School, groups of children happily poured out of the school gate like little birds, looking for their parents. As soon as Zhong Yuemin and Xiao Haichen arrived, they saw a little girl with a ponytail, her eyes lit up and she ran over quickly.

"Dad, you're here to pick me up! I thought it was grandma." Xiao Shihua's voice was full of surprise and excitement, and her smile was as bright as a flower.

Zhong Yuemin bent down, picked up Xiao Shihua and put her on the motorcycle. "Of course. How was your performance in school today?"

As he said that, he glanced at Xiao Haichen next to him and found that Xiao Haichen still looked unhappy, so he changed the subject. "Then are you happy that your dad is here to pick you up?"

"Happy!" Xiao Shihua answered loudly, and then noticed her brother's mood. "Hey, what's wrong with my brother? Why do you look so unhappy?"