Unfortunately, Su Hang was still unable to scan Deng Wentao's information and could not learn the true consciousness modeling technique. However, being able to learn a simplified version of the consciousness modeling technique from Chu Aiguo was already a significant gain for Su Hang.
This consciousness modeling technique would be of great help to Su Hang in the future when he needed to draw the blueprints for the supersonic engine. Moreover, with the help of the Academic God system, he could refine this consciousness modeling technique, and in the future, it might even surpass the original version created by Deng Wentao.
Although it was only a basic consciousness modeling technique, Su Hang was still unable to complete the modeling of some structurally complex items. However, for simple items, it was effortless for him. For example, items like the teacup, toothbrush, and chairs on the table, he could basically form a three-dimensional image in his mind with just a glance, including their size and dimensions, and even various symbols were clearly marked.
However, for items with complex internal structures, Su Hang was unable to complete the modeling. For instance, when he tried to use the consciousness modeling technique on the two supersonic engines, what appeared in his mind was only the external appearance of the engines. As for their internal structures, he could not explore them further.
Su Hang was not disappointed. The consciousness modeling technique he learned from Chu Aiguo might barely qualify as a basic version, but how many people could learn the secret technique of Deng Wentao? Besides, with this technique in his hands, its future development potential was limitless. With the help of the Academic God system, it might even surpass the original version created by Deng Wentao.
"I wonder if Qian Feng has learned the consciousness modeling technique?" Su Hang muttered to himself. Qian Feng was Deng Wentao's top student, so it was unlikely that Deng Wentao would not pass on this secret technique to him, right?
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While Su Hang was tinkering with the two supersonic engines in his rented apartment, in a basement laboratory of the mechanical engineering department of the university, a young man was nervously fiddling with a lump of iron. His expression was one of utmost seriousness, as if he were defusing a bomb.
"Click!"
Just as Qian Feng was nervously assembling parts onto the engine, the door suddenly opened. Qian Feng's hand trembled, and a small part fell onto the lab table.
His brows furrowed, and his face immediately turned sour. When he was conducting experiments, the last thing he wanted was to be disturbed. This was a serious breach of his boundaries, but there were exceptions for certain people.
These certain people were his teacher, Deng Wentao, and another, Ye Xueyi.
When he turned his head and saw Ye Xueyi, the anger on his face melted away like ice, replaced by a broad smile.
"Xueyi, why are you here?" Qian Feng put down his tools and looked at Ye Xueyi, his eyes filled with surprise.
Ye Xueyi smiled and waved the food box in her hand, coming closer. "Brother Qian Feng, you haven't been home for several days. Grandpa is worried about you and fears you might neglect your meals. So, he asked me to bring you some food!"
"Thank you for your concern, teacher."
Qian Feng rubbed his forehead and only then realized he was hungry. He quickly took off his gloves and walked over, taking the food box from Ye Xueyi and started eating heartily.
"Take it slow, don't choke." Ye Xueyi smiled and walked over to Qian Feng's workbench, her eyes landing on the nearly completed supersonic engine. "Brother Qian Feng, how is your progress?"
Qian Feng looked up, his mouth still full of food. Hearing Ye Xueyi's question, he sighed. "This time, the teacher has really given me a tough problem. I suspect the flaws in the supersonic engine were intentionally left by the teacher. This lump of iron contains 542 parts of various sizes. Although the teacher clearly pointed out the flaws in the engine, any change to any of these 542 parts would affect the entire engine. Especially the 34 parts at the defective area, even a slight change in the size of a screw would have a significant impact on the engine's performance."
In the field of mechanical engineering, a "silk" is 0.01 millimeters. When Deng Wentao designed the supersonic engine, he had optimized the structure of all its components to the extreme. Finding the flaws was not as easy as it seemed.
Ye Xueyi, of course, knew the technical content of the supersonic engine. Hearing Qian Feng's words, she was not surprised. "Grandpa's problems are never easy to solve, but for Brother Qian Feng, this shouldn't be too difficult, right?"
Hearing Ye Xueyi's praise, a smile involuntarily appeared on Qian Feng's face. "In recent days, I have thought of twelve solutions, but through consciousness modeling, they were all deemed failures. However, these failures have given me a general direction. This is the thirteenth attempt. I have modified the size of three parts. If everything goes as expected, this time it should work."
Ye Xueyi's eyes lit up. "Really? Brother Qian Feng, hurry up and eat, and then come and try it out."
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Qian Feng felt a bit pleased. It seemed that Ye Xueyi was really concerned about him.
He liked the admiring look in Ye Xueyi's eyes when she looked at him, and this was one of the reasons he worked hard to achieve results. However, from Ye Xueyi's eyes, he could only see admiration and nothing else, which was a source of constant frustration for him. But he believed that as long as he continued, this admiration would eventually transform into the affection he desired.
Ye Xueyi replied, "You don't know, I made a bet with Su Hang. You mustn't lose to that bad guy."
"Su Hang?" Qian Feng's brows furrowed. For some reason, hearing this name from Ye Xueyi made him feel instinctively uncomfortable.
Ye Xueyi nodded without any awareness. "Yes, Brother Qian Feng, you must win him. When the time comes, I'll cook him a big pot of pig's intestines to satisfy his appetite. Ha ha, just thinking about the bad guy's expression at that time, it will be very amusing."
"Su Hang!"
Clenching his teeth, a fierce light flashed in Qian Feng's eyes. He swallowed a few mouthfuls of food and stood up with renewed vigor, walking back to the workbench, putting on his gloves, and picking up his tools to continue assembling the modified supersonic engine.