I Exchange For Black Technology By Blowing Up The Bully

Chapter 550 Master Ye Who Repairs Drones

Black Glasses took out his phone and pushed an account to Song He.

Song He sent a friend request. The account name was very direct, "Master Ye, the drone maker", and the avatar was a shiny hammer.

"When he adds you, ask him for a drawing software. What kind of drone you want to build must be drawn using the software." Black Glasses said.

"Thank you, teacher!" Song He nodded.

"Is there anyone from other teams who wants to take the plunge and try to build a drone?" Black Glasses turned his head.

There was silence, and dozens of heads shook in unison. Most of the people present were mathematicians. They were here just for programming. Who can improve hardware? Who better than an experienced producer?

"Very good, it seems that only one of you is confused." Black Glasses did not conceal his ridicule, "Okay, let's break up the meeting!"

…

Airport.

The sandstorm continued. A group of people wearing dust masks stood in the sand and waved shovels, clearing away the sand piles near the aircraft and handing them over to small excavators driving on the apron.

The man with black glasses stood on the lee side of the aircraft engine, crossing his arms and scanning the tarmac. From time to time he yelled and shouted, his voice was as loud as thunder, scaring the workers away from fishing.

Amidst the sound of shoveling sand, the chatter never stopped.

"I'm so convinced, my mask leaks sand! I didn't expect to have to drink sand!"

"There's nothing we can do. Who knew Comrade Song was so defiant? We were clearly winning, but I still can't figure out how we lost."

"He definitely didn't memorize it with us. He must have been exposed to the information a long time ago. Maybe he memorized it several months in advance!"

"Not necessarily, I have really seen that kind of amazing person who has a photographic memory! When I was studying at HKUST, our professor could recite a magazine article he had read two months ago when he was on a plane, with only a few mistakes."

Song He's memory is a good topic. Everyone worked and discussed it for more than an hour, with mixed emotions, admiration and criticism.

An hour later, the topic quietly changed;

"Don't worry, we are just shoveling sand. The fourth team will have to shovel poop later. Then we will eat more every day and poop loudly. We will be ruthless poop-making machines. It will be considered a revengeful return!"

"It makes sense! There are only two people in the fourth team, the bottom team. If they win this time, they will lose, lose, and lose!"

"Guys, we don't have the confidence to say this. Comrade Song is so incredible. He can stand up to ten people by himself. Maybe he can reach third place?"

"Are you scared out of your wits! Even if he beats ten with one, their team will still be at the bottom of the list!"

"If Comrade Song behaves and writes programming, he is really a big threat, but he slapped his forehead and went to design drones. I can only comment on it as a joke!"

"It's true. The drone currently used by Honeycomb is a very good model. The manufacturer didn't know how many prototypes were blown up before it was finalized. Can he improve it on his own? How is that possible? It will only get worse with more changes. !”

Everyone discussed and quickly reached a consensus that the fourth team must be at the bottom, and everyone's focus should be on competing for first place. So Song He disappeared from everyone's conversation, and the sand shovels began to discuss technical issues in programming.

…

dormitory.

Song He sat in front of the computer and received grudge points from time to time, all of which were generated by competitors from the other three teams.

As you can imagine, dozens of people are sweating and shoveling sand on the tarmac at the moment. The fatigue of each shovel turns into resentment against the "culprit Song He". Maybe they are still working while working.

But Song He didn't care. He couldn't hear it anyway, and it wasn't him who stood in the wind and drank sand all afternoon.

Click here and there to search for papers.

Four windows were opened on the screen at the same time, each displaying four papers related to drone design. Swipe quickly and knowledge came into view.

Song He feels very comfortable with papers in the field of drones. A large number of cutting-edge papers are from China, so there is no need to translate them laboriously. It would be great if this was the case in all fields.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated on the table.

Song He picked it up and saw that it was "Master Ye who built the drone" who applied as a friend!

Immediately afterwards, an installation package was sent. Song He quickly thanked him, downloaded the installation package from his computer, and installed the drawing design program.

Master Ye: "I am a member of Honeycomb's design team. Black Glasses said you want to improve Honeycomb? In which direction?"

Song He: "I haven't decided yet, I just have some inspiration and I'm learning the basics."

Master Ye: "Learn basic knowledge? Are you not a drone design major?"

Song He: "No, I am engaged in mathematics."

Master Ye: "Hahaha, I was scared to death. I thought to myself, where can I get a designer for black glasses? It turns out you are a beginner!"

Master Ye: "I suggest you change your career as soon as possible. Our team has been polishing this drone for a long time. We have built more than a thousand prototypes just for testing. With the existing battery and material technology, this one is already the best." I understand, there can be no improvement."

Master Ye: "Understand, you are wasting your time!"

Song He: "This drone is indeed excellent, but I want to modify it a little. I have some ideas when I read the information, and I want to try it. After the design plan is sent to you, how long will it take for you to make it? prototype?"

Master Ye: "If I'm not busy, it will take seven or eight hours to make it, and then it will take more than ten hours to send it to you."

Song He: "Okay, thank you. I'll bother you later."

Master Ye sent two more dumbfounding expressions, probably feeling that the beginner he was chatting with didn't know how high the world was.

The dormitory became quiet again. Xie Yuanxun was memorizing information silently across from him, and Song He was silently brushing up on his papers. The learning atmosphere was strong.

The silence lasted until midnight, and Xie Yuanxun howled loudly.

"Fuck, it's midnight again!"

"Really, go to the cafeteria or deal with two people?" Song He suddenly felt hungry.

"There are a few packages of vegetables left, let's deal with them."

The two walked to the corner, took out several packages of self-heating military rations from the plastic bags, tore open the packages, added water to heat them, placed them on the table and ate.

"What a weird thing, why do we have to postpone dinner until midnight when we are roommates?" Xie Yuanxun said.

"I don't know." Song He shook his head, "Maybe it's too late. The brain sometimes mistakes drowsiness for hunger. Originally there was only hunger, but you were too immersed in learning to feel it. By midnight, you were sleepy and hungry, and the feelings were superimposed. , I was distracted and realized the time.”

"Qiang, he deserves to be a biologist!" Xie Yuanxun gave a thumbs up.

"Last time at the school commendation meeting, I remember you were doing turbulence problems?" Song He asked.

"Yes, because I just finished the rocket project, I have studied a lot of turbulence issues and want to dig deeper." Xie Yuanxun said.

"I don't know much about turbulence. Do you have any textbook recommendations?" Song He asked.

When Xie Yuanxun heard this, he suddenly frowned, put down his chopsticks, and put on a serious expression.

Song He looked at him in surprise, thinking that he just wanted a teaching material. What was his reaction? As for that?