Super God-Level Top Student-Chapter 497 - 222 Dust of the Era_2

It was probably inertia that made Luo Benyuan unable to resist chiming in.

So, the three of them almost yelled in unison, turning their heads to scold, "You shut up!"

Especially Xu Zhengxing, who, after cursing, still felt unsatisfied and added, "We’ve already figured out how to use this thing. If you keep spouting nonsense, you’re just asking us to kick you out of the lab!"

Alright then, Luo Benyuan decided not to provoke these people’s sensitive nerves any longer.

After all, he didn’t have much else to do, and he was genuinely curious to see if these guys could repeat the experiment based on the results from the model.

Seeing that Luo Benyuan had quieted down, the three of them stopped paying attention to this clearly abnormal individual and refocused their attention on the screen of the operating console.

"Come look at the data; the automatic analysis of the data is more complete than the records my students take during experiments," said one.

"Stop talking nonsense and download the report," another replied.

"Oh," the third conceded.

"Wait, if we want to repeat the experiment, we need to go to the neighboring high-temperature metals laboratory, right? We don’t have the equipment here, do we? Hmm... should we apply to send the data to them, have them do it again?" one mused.

"Yeah, I don’t see a big problem. We just need to screenshot the specific process and let them try if they can replicate it in their lab. It’s not like there’s any breach of confidentiality," another suggested.

"Let’s first apply to Zuo, and have him coordinate as well. They might be willing to work overtime. With such a detailed plan provided, as long as they free up the equipment, they can just add a few hours of work at night to see if they can replicate it. Plus, there should be plenty of base material samples," another planned.

"Okay, I’ll talk to Zuo. You guys think about what else we could test. This time, let’s not mess with someone else’s project; let’s use our own!" one proposed.

Listening to the three of them talk, Luo Benyuan finally couldn’t help himself.

"Wait, have you three collectively lost your minds? You were asked to test the model, and instead you start with an experiment that you can’t replicate yourselves? What’s the plan? Rely on Qiao Ze’s brains so the lab next door can thank you one last time before being killed off by machines?" he questioned sarcastically.

"You shut up!"

Once again, a chorus of scolding, while Luo Benyuan responded with a cold laugh.

He began to wonder why he ever sought the help of these blockheads.

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No matter what everyone was thinking, after a phone call and a series of arrangements, the neighboring State Key Laboratory also began the experiment.

Working overtime is common for labs, especially those in the fields like biochemistry and materials. You can’t just leave equipment running without someone there, right?

Although it isn’t always necessary for someone to be constantly watching, it’s reassuring to have someone present.

This often leads to many fragmented time periods in the lab.

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The only difference this time is the low involvement of students; mostly, the professors themselves took the reins or directed the activities.

With the big bosses around, efficiency was naturally high.

Preparing samples, spectroscopic analysis, pretreatment, performance tests...

Each task flowed smoothly like clouds and water.

This didn’t mean the professors were all that skilled in the operations; it was mainly because having the boss standing right there made the students’ hands and feet move more deftly.

It was no different from the hustle of white-collar workers.

Not to mention that with the supervisors directly overseeing the experiments, the master students, with their high efficiency, had to step up.

So it was, into the late night and after consuming the lab’s treasured instant noodles, that the State Key High Temperature Metals Laboratory from across the way sent over the first good news.

Even though they did not understand why the Material Structure Characterization and Performance Analysis Research Center insisted on immediate replication of the experiment results that same night, and had even brought in higher-ups to coordinate, they were after all helping out and didn’t deserve to be spoken of harshly.

Of course, what mattered most was the excellent feedback; the results, achieved by following the meticulously detailed experimental steps, were very pleasing.

The main performance had not only perfectly replicated the previously accidentally obtained results, but had even seen a ten percent increase over the previous unreplicable results.

This kind of progress was more than a pleasant surprise for the adjacent lab; it was something worth commendation.

Even though these achievements couldn’t be published in papers, they represented that the reliability and lifespan of the engines for Huaxia’s newly produced indigenous fighter jets would be greatly increased post-production. There would definitely be a spot for materials experts in the future achievements record.

If the performance improved just a bit more, the material could almost become a candidate for the first wall in a nuclear fusion device.

Just as Luo Benyuan had said, they indeed came over to express their gratitude directly.

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"Professor Xu, thank you so much. How did you do it?" Wen Fengqing almost shook Xu Zhengxing’s hand off in excitement, not noticing Xu Zhengxing’s complex expression, which lacked any sign of joy.

"Ahem, that, Professor Wen, don’t be so excited. You don’t have to thank us, actually; our research center didn’t really do much," Xu Zhengxing said awkwardly, glancing at Zuo Chengzheng, who was calmly drinking tea, and Luo Benyuan, who had a half-smiled, half-serious expression.

"Look at what you’re saying. Isn’t it you who provided the scheme? If not you, then who should I thank?" Wen Fengqing was slightly stunned and then noticed Xu Zhengxing’s gazes toward the other two, prompting more confusion. Reflecting on the day’s events, Wen felt something was odd and thus turned his gaze to Zuo Chengzheng, who sat unmoved.

"Ahem, Wen, how is Yu doing? Is he still in good health?" Zuo Chengzheng, realizing Wen Fengqing’s attention was on him, opened with a casual question.