Chapter 20: Chinese people have many ambitions [Please read it! 】
"This is..." Liu Hongbo took the book and glanced at it twice. The expression on his face quickly turned to shock, and after turning back a few pages, it turned to anger.
There is a "Design Calculation Example" chapter at the end of this book, in which the design process of a small seaplane is almost exactly the same as that submitted by Huang Zhiqiang!
Although considering the difficulty of this course, Liu Hongbo does not prohibit students from referring to calculation examples in textbooks or other books, but they need to be marked according to the references. Too many references will have a negative impact on grades.
Huang Zhiqiang's design description naturally did not indicate it.
Besides, this situation can no longer be called a reference, it is completely plagiarism!
And he actually wanted to give this assignment full marks before!
Liu Hongbo suddenly felt that he had been fooled.
"Forget it, you can handle this matter. I'll go back first." Du Yishan's good mood was completely ruined by this incident. He got up and left Liu Hongbo's office without even taking the book.
A few minutes later, Liu Hongbo picked up the phone receiver on his desk with a gloomy expression.
“Hello, is this Teacher Yan Lu? Please make another trip and ask your classmate Huang Zhiqiang to come to my office.”
"It doesn't matter. I'm always in the office. You can wait no matter how late it is."
Although Liu Hongbo had already made a rough guess about the situation, after all, it was related to a student's grades and even his future, so he decided to suppress his anger first and called Huang Zhiqiang over to ask more detailed questions about the design ideas.
If the latter can describe a closed-loop thinking process like Chang Haonan did just now, then he can think of it as a coincidence.
But if not, that's a different story.
In this era, papers still had to be submitted by hand, so Chang Haonan, who left Du Yishan's office, went directly to the stationery store to buy a stack of manuscript paper, and then went straight to the library.
As for Yan Lu's bicycle…
It's better to do it later, I believe Sister Lu will understand.
Chang Haonan found a secluded place to sit down, took out the Hero 100 pen that his father gave him when he was in college from his stationery bag, and wrote the title of the paper he had already thought of on the manuscript paper.
“Research on the integrated layout of dual-module mandibular inward-turning air inlet/conical front body”
Abstract: In order to achieve a good match between the internal contraction flow field of the three-dimensional inward turning inlet and the external compression flow field of the conical precursor, a double-moduleschininward-type inward-turning inlet/conical precursor (Double-moduleschininward- turninginletandconicalforebody (DCII/CF) integrated design method, a novel DCII/CF integrated layout of juxtaposed inlets is obtained. For this layout form, we carried out...
Handwritten papers are actually very simple to write. The troublesome thing is drawing. You need to draw it by hand on graph paper and then paste it on. It is not pasted with Ctrl+V, but with glue and physical paste.
Fortunately, this is only the first draft, and Wu Yifan has already prepared the required charts before, saving Chang Haonan a lot of effort.
Since he was already familiar with the content in the past half a month, Chang Haonan did not spend much time and only took about four hours to complete it smoothly.
It was already evening at this time. Chang Haonan estimated that Du Yishan had probably already got off work, so he decided to send it over tomorrow.
Looking at the 10 pages of manuscript paper that had been filled in front of him, he stretched contentedly.
“Speaking of which, it's time to contact my family again.”
Chang Haonan called home the day after he traveled through time, but at that time he couldn't control his emotions at all, so he only chatted for a few words and hung up in a hurry.
Thinking about it, after getting used to it for such a long time, it should be no problem.
Other than that...
He is almost out of money.
Originally, it's almost time for a holiday now, so all I have to do with the remaining money is hold on for a few more days and then buy a train ticket to go home.
But this summer vacation, he knew that he would most likely not have time to go home.
So this matter must be discussed with the family in advance.
Chang Haonan's father, Chang Yuanchao, is a policeman, and his mother, Zhou Li, is a high school Chinese teacher. Yes, he was Chang Haonan's Chinese teacher and head teacher in high school.
He was able to get into Beijing University of Aeronautics and Astronautics, and it was indispensable for Ms. Zhou Li's dual mental and physical encouragement.
Supposedly, such a family situation is not bad, but unfortunately my father has always had the attitude of raising children in poverty and raising daughters in wealth, so even after he went to college, he never had enough money.
After packing all the materials and papers into his schoolbag, Chang Haonan went to the public phone booth again, took out the IC phone card with the Yellow River pattern printed on the surface, and dialed his home phone.
“Hello, is it brother?”
A slightly immature female voice rang on the phone. It was Chang Haonan's younger sister, Chang Jiayao, who will be in her third year of high school in the second half of the year.
“It's me, why are you at home today?”
It's not dinner time yet, so Chang Jiayao shouldn't finish class so early.
“Brother, today is the weekend…”
Since Teacher Liu Hongbo only borrowed the lecture theater for today, the defense review was forced to be scheduled on Sunday. However, Chang Haonan had experienced too much in the afternoon just past, so he forgot about it.
“Okay, are your parents at home?”
“No, I'm working overtime. I'll cook for myself at night.” Chang Jiayao replied with a somewhat aggrieved voice.
Police officers are naturally busy day and night, and high school teachers may not always get a break on weekends. It is normal to be away from home.
"Okay." Chang Haonan's mood was a little complicated, not just because of the cost of living, but because he did have a feeling similar to a hometown shyness: "How is Jiayao's recent studies?"
This is almost a question asked subconsciously, because Chang Haonan, who has returned from rebirth, actually knows the situation of his sister. It will definitely be no problem to get into college, but it is basically impossible to get into a school like Beijing Airlines.
"Oh...that's it. If you don't go to college, it will be no problem to go to university anyway." Chang Jiayao herself was very open-minded: "But brother, I want to ask you something."
"What's up?"
Although Comrade Chang Yuanchao has always shown a preference for girls over boys, this has not greatly affected the relationship between Chang Haonan and his sister, except that when he was a child, he often cheated his sister of pocket money.
“You studied airplane design in college?”
“Yes, the Department of Aircraft.” Chang Haonan nodded and quickly searched his memory. He did not recall that his sister had shown any interest in his major.
“Brother, have you ever seen a moving airplane?” Chang Jiayao's tone was a little excited.
“Of course I have.”
Chang Haonan's answer came out of his mouth.
But after he said this, he realized that he had probably never seen it before. Beijing Airlines has a famous aircraft museum, but the planes in it are obviously not flyable.
“What about the pilot? Brother, do you know the pilot?”
“I know a few.” Since they had already said they had met before, Chang Haonan simply pretended to be: “Why, you are already looking for a boyfriend at such a young age?”
“Brother, don't talk nonsense!” Chang Jiayao's voice slapping the table came from the receiver: “I...I want to participate in the Air Force recruitment next year.”
Chang Haonan was completely silenced with one sentence.
He didn't remember that his sister had such an incident in the original timeline.
(End of this chapter)
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