I’m Really a Superstar

The next day.

New Year's Day.

Early in the morning, the people at the institute were once again woken up by Zhang Ye. This time, it was not the song "Tears Behind Bars" that woke them up, but Zhang Ye's loud voice.

"I'm a dad!"

"Dude is going to be a dad!"

"I have a daughter!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

Someone covered his head with a quilt.

Someone rolled their eyes in bed.

They are used to being woken up by Zhang Ye every day. This guy is more punctual than the alarm clock. He must make some noise at this time every morning. They can't figure out what is going on with Zhang Ye's brain circuit. He was singing sadly last night, and it was obviously last night that his wife gave birth to the baby. If you didn't scream yesterday, why did you only realize it today? Your brain circuit is too slow! Sure enough, geniuses are all weird things that ordinary people can't understand.

canteen.

Many people discovered upon arrival that it was Zhang Ye who was cooking today.

Chi Xueyo said: "Professor Zhang cooks?"

Academician Zhou was also happy, "Are you good at cooking?"

Academician Chi and others also looked at Zhang Ye who was busy there with suspicion.

Zhang Ye smiled and said: "That must work, but this is a big pot of rice. It is difficult to cook. It is also the first time for me to cook in a big pot. It is delicious or not. Our conditions here are limited. If I were outside, I’ll treat you to the Beijing Hotel, so we’ll just make do with it here.”

Everyone sat down and tasted it, and it actually tasted pretty good.

"delicious."

"Professor Zhang's skills are good."

"Congratulations on the birth of your son."

Everyone congratulated them again.

Zhang Ye thanked them one by one.

Chi Xue asked, "What song did you sing at night?"

A female researcher asked, "Yes, what's your name?"

Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Gift."

Chi Xue nodded, "That sounds good."

A young scientific researcher said: "Yes, I almost cried."

Zhang Ye said: "So, buddy, I have a goal now. I have to find a way to get home!"

Hearing this, guard Zhou Xiaohe immediately looked at Zhang Ye warily.

Zhang Ye rolled his eyes, "What are you looking at me for? I want to go out openly, do you think I can escape from prison? Anyone in China can escape from prison, do you think I can?"

Zhou Xiaohe snorted, thinking the same thing.

When everyone heard this, they all burst into laughter.

Yes, anyone can escape from prison, but Zhang Ye cannot escape from prison? How could he cross it? After he runs out, he can hide his identity and find a place where he doesn't know him. What about Zhang Ye? How can he hide his identity? In all of China and all of Asia, can you find a person who doesn't know him?

Zhang Ye couldn't get over his excitement all morning. The feeling of becoming a father was really different. The feeling couldn't be described in words. And when Zhang Ye got the photo of his child, the feeling was even worse. , the happiness almost filled my chest.

Little arms.

Calf.

so cute.

Zhang Ye was reluctant to let go of the photo.

Chi Xue smiled and said, "I asked someone to find it. I think you need it."

Zhang Ye smiled broadly, "It's so necessary!"

Then, Zhang Ye was seen showing off everywhere in the research institute. As long as he saw someone, Zhang Ye would grab them and chat with them.

"Xiao Liu, this is my daughter!"

"Ouch."

"How about it?"

"cute!"

"That's a must!"

"Lao Li, come on, come on, look at my daughter!"

"Hey, that's good."

"Beautiful, right?"

"Very beautiful."

"Dr. Hu, have you seen my daughter's photo?"

"not yet."

"Hurry and come and see if it looks like me."

"Well, it really doesn't look like you."

"What? It's obviously exactly the same as me!"

"How is this the same? She clearly looks like your wife."

"Look at these fingernails. Are they the same as those carved from the same mold as mine?"

"I'm dizzy, do my nails count?"

He doesn't even know how beautiful he is.

At noon, Zhang Ye asked for a photo frame from Academician Zhou's office, put his daughter's photo in it, and placed it on the desk in his room. He glanced at it with a smile, and then held it up and kissed her. One bite, it was so satisfying.

I am now motivated and must go out early. My daughter is still waiting for me!

Ever since, Zhang Ye closed the door, rolled up his sleeves, took a breath, and went back to work with full energy and fighting spirit!

One hour.

three hours.

Five hours.

Half past eleven at night.

Suddenly a shout came from Zhang Ye's room, "It's done!"

Then, Zhang Ye knocked on the doors one by one!

"Academician Zhou, come to my place quickly!"

"What are you doing in the middle of the night?"

"Hey, don't sleep, come on, come on!"

"Sister Chi, get up!"

"What are you doing?"

"Come here and you'll find out! Hurry up!"

Many people were called up by Zhang Ye.

Everyone got dressed and got out of bed and went to Zhang Ye's room.

Chi Xue was very depressed, "What's going on with this Chinese New Year?"

Zhang Ye smiled and said, "My project has made significant progress!"

Chi Yuanshi said angrily: "Your project? What project do you have? Aren't the mathematical formulas already done?"

"Yes." Academician Zhou was also puzzled, "Where did you get the project?"

Zhang Ye rolled his eyes, "Have you forgotten? The project you gave me last time."

Academician Zhou really forgot, "Which one? When was it given to you?"

Chi Xue looked stunned, "You, you are talking about the latest generation aircraft engine project?"

engine?

That project that no one has been able to chew on for decades?

Everyone was dumbfounded!

Zhang Ye laughed and said, "That's it, come and take a look." He pointed around the room. Graphics and data were everywhere on the walls, on the table, and even on the floor and bed.

Chi Xue was shocked, "Are you serious about it?"

Zhang Ye said: "Didn't I say it? I accepted this project!"

Academician Chi said: "You are a mathematician, what kind of engine are you studying?"

Zhang Ye smiled and said: "Mathematics and science are not divided into different families."

Academician Zhou was so frightened, "Is there really any progress?"

"This is major progress!" Zhang Ye corrected.

Chi Xue also quickly lowered his head to take a look.

A group of doctors and professors came up to watch.

"What kind of model is this?"

"It really looks like the same thing. "

"Professor Zhang really knows physics and mechanical engineering?"

“Is this model feasible?”

"A bit unrealistic, isn't it?"

"Uh, I can't understand."

"This doesn't seem to work, does it?"

Many people frowned and couldn't figure out what was happening for a while.

If they could understand what Zhang Ye made at a glance, then the Chinese people's engine dream wouldn't have been unrealized for so many years. The things involved here are too complicated. It is difficult for people who are not professional in combat flight engine projects to judge anything.

When Zhang Ye saw everyone's appearance, he lost all hope and curled his lips and said, "It's normal that you guys are not good enough and can't understand. Academician Chi, hurry up and report my things to the higher-ups. There must be someone who can understand these things. I need money, people, and equipment. As long as you give me these and give me some time, I promise to fulfill your engine dream. I, Zhang Ye, will do what I say!"

Engine dream?

Is this so round?

Everyone rolled their eyes, why don’t we understand? Do you understand? You're not just writing and drawing to fool people, are you?

Everyone was skeptical.

The same goes for Academicians Chi and Zhou.

But after all, this matter was too big, and Zhang Ye had vowed to boast about Haikou, so they couldn't take it seriously. Although they felt that Zhang Ye's matter was too unreliable, the two of them discussed it and found someone to deal with it. I sorted out the information and sent it to the boss overnight. Anyway, it was Zhang Ye, an amateur, who made this mess. If the higher-ups criticized it, Zhang Ye would be the one to bear it, so they would not bear the responsibility.

Afterwards, everyone went back to their respective houses to rest.

Thinking about it while lying in bed, they also found it a bit funny.

Build an engine?

Alas, are you overthinking?