Let you make props, what the hell is this space elevator?

Qingke University, somewhere in the computer room.

The network administrator was about to go to sleep for a while, but unexpectedly, a notification message confirming that the permission has been modified suddenly popped up in the background.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and the drowsiness that had just surged was completely frightened away.

The network administrator moved the mouse pointer to the notification message interface, and after clicking in, he found that the interface was blank.

He didn't give up.

His fingers quickly entered the command to query the log on the keyboard. What surprised him was that there was no relevant operation information in the log.

very clean.

Suspiciously clean.

The network administrator looked solemn, opened the green software interface and sent a message to a certain account.

At this time, Jiang Chen didn't know that someone had already discovered him.

The Qingke University Library opens at eight o'clock in the morning.

In order to be able to go to the library earlier, he got up at five o'clock in the morning to communicate with Sun Shang, who was cultivating immortals, about the details of making Flint.

It has to be said that after following Guo Fan's obsessive-compulsive disorder for a long time, Jiang Chen gradually had the illusion that he had to choose between "people are dead" and "everything must be perfect".

After finally communicating the details of Flint with Sun Shang, he took the excited group B prop members to find his father.

After arranging all the work plans for this week, Jiang Chen took a bag of milk and drove the Jinbei car in the factory to the Qingke University.

When he successfully entered Qingke University and came to the library, he found that the library door had not been opened yet.

Quarter past seven.

Come early.

When Jiang Chen was thinking about whether to go to other places, he didn't expect a yawning middle-aged man to walk up the steps of the library.

The middle-aged man was taken aback when he saw Jiang Chen.

"It's not the end of the semester yet, so you came so early?" The middle-aged man was affectionately called Old Wu by the students, and he was the administrator of the Qingke University Library.

"Old Wu, I need to check some information, so I will read it sooner."

Old Wu looked him up and down, opened the door and said, "My boy, it looks like I'm going to take the postgraduate entrance examination, okay, you follow me in today."

Old Wu originally wanted to have a leisurely breakfast, but Jiang Chen's arrival completely disrupted his plan.

He couldn't eat any delicious carbohydrates, so he could only drink a cup of soy milk with the thick noodles.

He couldn't figure out why he had to suffer the same crime when he came to the library while living in this kind of life in the research institute.

Jiang Chen followed the information marked on the digital library and quickly found the three books he wanted in the library. After he found the books, he quietly picked a seat and began to read the books.

Seeing that the other party was reading the book intently, Old Wu yawned again uncontrollably.

I didn't sleep well last night, which made Lao Wu feel tired for a while.

When Lao Wu was considering whether to go to the lounge to take a rest, his cell phone rang by coincidence.

hum.

The phone vibrated twice.

Old Wu's expression froze, he picked up his phone and looked at it.

It was a message from the network administrator of Qingke University.

"Old Wu, have you found the intruder last night?"

Old Wu Qiang resisted his urge to curse, and quickly replied with a message:

"Don't mention it, last night the intruder didn't know if he lost his nerve in the middle of the night. He didn't do anything and helped us apply a patch to plug the loophole."

"I've also read that patch, and it's all right."

"Okay, I will continue to observe this matter, and you don't have to worry about it."

The whole thing is really outrageous.

He hacked into other people's systems in the middle of the night and did nothing and even patched them.

What kind of good man in the new century is this?

Old Wu felt that he was getting more and more confused about the current people.

It was nine o'clock sharp.

Lao Wu found an angle and took a work photo that he thought was perfect, sent it to his friends, and sent a message saying: "See, my working environment is very comfortable now!"

After sending the photos, Lao Wu didn't look at his phone again, because he knew that his friends would not reply to him.

However, it has become Lao Wu's habit to send photos to each other every day.

It doesn't matter if the other party returns or not.

The idle and bored Old Wu shifted his gaze to Jiang Chen.

There were not many people in the whole library, Jiang Chen sat there reading a book all the time, like a very hard-working student.

It's been almost two hours, this kid is not sleepy at all, he doesn't know what he is reading.

Old Wu took advantage of pouring water to pass by Jiang Chen's side, and when his gaze swept over the book in Jiang Chen's hand, his breath became a little short of breath.

It's actually a book about exoskeletons.

Is this kid researching exoskeletons?

Old Wu felt itchy in his heart, so he couldn't hold back and asked, "Young man, are you researching exoskeletons?"

Jiang Chen was looking at it seriously, he didn't expect that Old Wu would talk to him, he hesitated for a few seconds before replying: "Well, it might be needed soon."

He originally thought that if he was so perfunctory to Old Wu, he would definitely leave directly, but he didn't expect the other party to sit down. His eyes were full of curiosity, and he continued to ask as if he didn't notice Jiang Chen's doubts at all:

"Use it recently? Are you planning to write a thesis?"

Jiang Chen shook his head, and simply said directly: "It's practical, but I'm going to use it to make props."

In order to avoid arousing suspicion, Jiang Chen only mentioned that he was making props but not real objects.

But what made Jiang Chen feel strange was that the light in Old Wu's eyes dimmed a lot when he heard that he was making props.

"Ah, just for props."

"Indeed, our Dragon Country has not paid much attention to this area of ​​research at present, and you, a college student, must be doing it for fun."

"But it's a good thing that some young people are starting to study."

Old Wu's melancholy expression made Jiang Chen always feel that Old Wu seemed to know something about exoskeletons.

At the moment Jiang Chen tentatively said: "However, some of the knowledge points here are too difficult to understand, for example, how to lock the joints of the whole body and at the same time increase the feasibility of the user's activities, I haven't figured it out yet."

Old Wu shook his head, thinking that if you figured it out, you wouldn't be sitting here anymore. However, he answered patiently: "At present, it is basically impossible to achieve. What you are doing should be an unpowered exoskeleton?"

"Beginners start with an unpowered exoskeleton. You don't have to think so much about making a prop. It is much more difficult to increase the feasibility of activities than you think."

"What's more, you have to consider the two basic issues of high durability and high battery life, so just learn the basic structure."

"Come on, lad."

Old Wu seemed to have brought up something sad, he shook his hand, picked up his teacup and left.

Want to build a flexible exoskeleton that locks the joints of the whole body?

Old Wu suppressed his inability to calm down, and told himself repeatedly that it was just a dream.

Can a student build an exoskeleton? What kind of shit joke is this!