As soon as Li Xin stepped into the laboratory, he saw a four-foot-high machine that looked a bit like a piano. The main body of the machine is made of wood, but some parts are obviously made of steel, which seems to give people a reliable feeling for no reason.

"Try it for me." Li Xin touched the loom and said.

The graduate students waiting on the sidelines are waiting for this sentence. Immediately, one of them came out and sat in front of the loom, stepping on the pedals with both feet, combing up and down with his left hand, and constantly turning the wheel with his right hand. After a while, a lot of thread was wound on the wheel.

Li Xin went forward and touched it curiously. The texture he got was almost exactly the same as the wool yarn bought in supermarkets in later generations—no, it was even better. Because the wool thread of later generations will be mixed with some chemical fibers, which is not so pure in terms of hand feeling.

"Where does the wool come from?" Li Xin asked curiously.

A graduate student with dark circles said: "The wool is cleaned and combed, and then it can be poured into this box." He pointed to a huge box on top of the loom.

Later, he further explained: "Through the drive of the pedals, the textile machine can pull out the wool, stretch it, and finally wind it onto this coil to become a wool thread."

Li Xin took off the wool from the coil and fiddled with it in his hands. The smile on his face became brighter and brighter, and he said slowly: "Okay, you have made great achievements now! I will wait for the court's response in a few days." Award it!"

When the voice fell, the room was silent, and no one spoke for a long time. Li Xin thought he had said something wrong, and looked around in a daze, wondering whether he should apologize first or something.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, overwhelming cheers swept the entire room. Everyone jumped up, hugged their comrades nearby and yelled—their long-term work results were finally recognized by Li Xin, how could they not be ecstatic? In contrast, they didn't care that much about rewards and the like.

Especially for these ten graduate students of the Academy of Engineering, the words Li Xin said to them on the day they entered the Science Department have continuously spurred them forward in the past few months.

Interest is the best teacher, followed by shame.

In the past, they could only be an auditor student without any status in the Imperial College. On the surface, they were friendly with the official students, but what happened behind the scenes? It is not once or twice to be ridiculed and belittled. Most of the time, even if their auditors accidentally heard such content, they could only pretend not to hear it.

Because they can't change any facts even if they get angry, on the contrary, they expose their powerlessness even more. Pretending not to hear, trying to maintain the surface of peace, is the best choice.

But why?

Are the admission rules of the Imperial College so fair? Then why is it easier for children from rich and famous families to get admission places? Could it be that children from poor families are naturally more unbearable?

No one can answer these questions. Everyone can only be forced to accept this status quo. Because the other party is the Imperial College. What they say makes sense.

But now, the situation is different.

Are the auditors really just a mob?

Do not! Fuck you mob! How can a rabble do something so great? This is something that can make Datang and Turks truce from now on, and they will never fight again!

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