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"..." This code name really makes people speechless.

"You can call me 'Professor'." The old man said casually, "That's what everyone in the organization calls me."

"Uh, okay."

"You must be wondering why it is you and why you were chosen."

"Because someone recommended it?"

"Not all." The professor shook his head. "Two years ago, when you first lived with your guardian, we chose you."

Mu Zi'an felt a 'thump' in his heart, and almost immediately thought of the fact that he had the memory of his previous life. Then he thought that he hadn't told anyone, so no one should know, so he hurriedly asked.

"why?"

"You should know, right? There is something called the elite selection mechanism."

"Yeah." Mu Zi'an nodded, "Is that the youth training camp I attended before?"

"Yes."

Having said that, Mu Zi'an breathed a sigh of relief, it's not about memory.

the professor continued. "The youth training camp itself is a very noticeable event. It is a place where talented children from all over the country gather together, and the best ones will be selected in the end."

"But I didn't take the final exam." Mu Zi'an corrected.

"Not participating, doesn't mean the organization won't know."

"..."

"303F098, you were selected by no means by accident. You have been selected from a series of events such as the youth training camp, the high school chemistry competition, the chemistry international competition, the mathematics national team, the Olympic mathematics competition and the AMC mathematics competition. "

Mu Zi'an said softly. "So, what should I do?"

The professor pointed to the pile of burnt ashes next to him. "Aren't you very handy with calculations like just now?"

"Just like that?"

"Just that."

"Then I refuse." Mu Zi'an said, "Our country is so strong in mathematics, if it's just a simple calculation like just now, then any high school student can help."

"Anyone who has better computing power than me, even a computer, can write a program, whatever, it doesn't have to be me."

The old man stared at Mu Zi'an curiously, and said after a while. "Only do that until you're sure you really have superhuman talents."

"I won't do it." Mu Zi'an said.

"That's because you don't know what the organization we're talking about researches."

"Isn't it aerospace?"

"In name." The professor narrowed his eyes, enjoying himself. "Actually, we have everything we can do."

"What exactly are those things?" Mu Zi'an was about to leave, she smiled and said, "Simple error calculation? Don't be ridiculous, what can this do."

"Precise." The old man said lightly.

"What kind of thing requires such precision." Mu Zi settled down and asked. "If you can tell me, tell me."

The old man stood up slowly, moved his body, and looked back at Mu Zi'an playfully.

"—rockets, missiles, planes, you name it."

He said so.

"The level of precision we demanded was extraordinary,"

"Attack the enemy so that the missiles can only fall on him, not even the vase on the desk next to him, this kind of precision."

"The error of docking the explosive bolt type interface of the launch vehicle with each satellite cannot exceed a few centimeters, or even a few millimeters. This kind of accuracy."

"A lot of the requirements are about mathematics, which is why you came to 303."

Mu Zi'an looked at the old man and said.

"Then, what does the other code name 301B174 do?"

The professor's eyes moved, and he squinted at her. "What can you think of?"

"Nuclear weapons." Mu Zian thought for a while and said.In the 21st century in the future, large-scale research on nuclear weapons will not be uncommon in China. It is so powerful that it is indeed a suitable scope for research.

"You mean nuclear fission weapons. It's not in the scope of our current research," the old man shook his head. "You can continue to guess that what 301 is researching is missiles, but it's not atomic-sub-bombs or hydrogen bombs."

"Just ordinary missiles?"

"Ordinary? Hmph." The old man snorted coldly, "You will always know in the future, how can such things be classified as ordinary."

"..."

"Forget it." The old man said to himself, "You will know in the future."

Mu Zi'an had no way to refute him, he only felt that the old man was vaguely targeting him, but he didn't know why.

The old man looked back at her again, and said lightly. "Ballistic missile. The trajectory of inertial flight with a given speed and ballistic inclination may be something you have to calculate, or it may not be your turn."

Upon hearing the name, Mu Zi'an hesitated.

Indeed, calculations like this within the scope of research require too much physical knowledge, and I really have no certainty that I can overcome these difficult calculations, which is a problem.

Mu Zi'an asked, "If you can't calculate it, or if you can't calculate it correctly, what should you do?"

"Be expelled from the organization, otherwise?"

The old man's voice was cold. "Nothing is impossible except for you. Correct program operation, you only need to prepare these, and the rest will be handed over to the computer. Can't calculate it? Can it be calculated? It's so interesting."

"..."

Mu Zi'an had never hated his shallow knowledge so much, and he vaguely heard that the professor didn't appreciate him, so he said it more bluntly.

"Since you look down on me so much, why do you insist on inviting me to join? You know that my best is chemistry, and you talk about researching ballistic missiles. I don't back down halfway, but you fire me halfway, is it fair? ?”

"Where in the world does the word fair exist?"

Instead, Mu Zi'an was so angry that he laughed. "Since there is no word 'fair', in order to defend my rights and interests, I have decided to quit now."

"..." The old man squinted his eyes and looked at Mu Zi'an carefully, "The moment you entered this room, you no longer have the right to make such a decision."

"Whatever you want to say." Mu Zi'an didn't care, "Deliberately made a mistake in the calculation, or simply said that I can't do it, anything is fine. It can always force you to fire me."

"Do you hate missile research so much?"

"No." Mu Zi'an paused, "It's you guys that I hate."

"..."

"Looking at the looks of contempt on your faces, can anyone be born to do well? I believe there is a reason for you to choose me, but does this mean that I can be manipulated by others, and I can be fired if I want to?"

Hearing the phrase 'at the mercy of others', the old man couldn't help laughing, and the tense atmosphere just now eased instantly: "The thinking of young people is really different from ours."

"It's not a question of age, it's a question of self-esteem."

The old man smiled deeper. "When I joined this organization, I was catching up with the Great Leap Forward. At that time, I only thought about building a better country, and I didn't think about human rights or self-esteem."

"If I'm still what you were, I'm sure you'll be disappointed."

"...Hey" the old man sighed quietly, "It's been so many years, and in a blink of an eye, the organization would actually choose a young man like you, it's really time."

Mu Zi'an didn't make any sense when he heard what he said, but when he thought about it carefully, the professor always compared himself with him, maybe he was jealous of himself.

It's ridiculous, a child himself, what can make him jealous.

Or, precisely because of age, is something he can never get back?

The old man stood silently, with his back to her, without saying a word for a long time.

Just when Mu Zi'an could hardly bear to wait, the old man suddenly spoke quietly.

"This room is completely soundproof. I have been here for so many years. I am always alone and cannot hear any sound. When I go home at night, no one talks to me. Do you think you can bear it?"

"Hold what?"

"Work by myself."

said the old man.

"I'm going to retire this year. For more than 30 years, I can't tell anyone 'what I do', and I can't share the joy of research with others, even my relatives and lovers."

"It's okay to be busy, once you are free, who will feel better."

"I..." Mu Zi'an thought for a while. "I haven't decided whether to join or not."

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