Dong Haoming walked into Zhang Zhipeng's lab with a cheerful smile.

The laboratory was organized and orderly.

The room, about 70 to 80 square meters, was divided into several areas.

Various experimental tools and mechanical equipment could be seen here.

Of course, the mechanical equipment was all miniaturized.

Dong Haoming quietly walked around the lab before turning to Zhang Zhipeng and asking, "I heard you haven't been home for many days?"

Zhang Zhipeng, a bit embarrassed, replied, "It's true, I haven't gone back for a few days. Mainly, I feel that going home would waste time."

"My parents are in good health, so they don’t need my care for now."

"I think I've wasted quite a bit of time in the past, so I want to make the most of it now and do as much as I can to contribute, even if it's just a small part, to the successful test flight of the third-generation machine."

Dong Haoming smiled and patted Zhang Zhipeng on the shoulder, saying, "Comrade Zhipeng, our project is indeed very urgent."

"We all see how hard you're working, and we really feel for you!"

"But you still need to rest and eat well, and take care of your family too."

"Don't push yourself too hard, okay?"

"Why don't you go home tonight and see your family? Don't make them worry about you, alright?"

Zhang Zhipeng nodded and said, "Thank you for your concern, Principal."

"I'll go home later to talk with my parents."

Dong Haoming said, "Let's call it a day tonight! Don't keep working."

"The Asian Games are in full swing right now. Our country has won a lot of gold medals, and this year's brightest sports star, Deng Yaping, has already won three gold medals. It's so exciting and so great to watch!"

"I bet you haven't seen a single match, have you?"

Zhang Zhipeng smiled and said, "I've heard about it. Our country's athletes are really amazing. The games are only halfway through, and we're already close to breaking 100 gold medals."

Dong Haoming nodded slightly and smiled, "Why don't you take a day off tomorrow, watch some sports, relax, and then you'll be even more focused when you get back to work."

Zhang Zhipeng smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Principal, I really can't rest. I just want to quickly finish making the CPU I designed and see how it works."

"As for the sports, I'll just catch the results later."

Zhang Zhipeng thought to himself, in the era I came from, China had already won first place in the Olympic medal tally. By then, people were pretty much immune to the thrill of gold medals.

Watching the Asian Games now doesn't really seem that interesting anymore.

Dong Haoming laughed and said, "You, you! You're a complete workaholic! Just like I was when I was young!"

"Zhipeng, Professor Zheng's special recruitment of you as a graduate student has been approved."

"While you're doing experiments, also start writing some papers. Try to get your academic achievements published."

"This will be good for your future career advancement."

Zhang Zhipeng felt a surge of joy—had the special graduate student recruitment really been approved?

This was great, fulfilling a dream he had in his past life.

As for writing papers, that was a must.

Since he was going down the path of research, how could he become an academic authority without writing papers?

"Thank you, Principal. From now on, no one will mock me as an amateur scientist when I'm doing research. Haha!"

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Zheng Jingzhi smiled and said, "By joining my research team, you're already part of the official scientific community. If anyone calls you an amateur, it only shows their ignorance."

"Alright, it's getting late. Hurry up and pack your things, and head home."

"And in the future, when working late at night, don't stay past 11 o'clock, understood?"

Zhang Zhipeng smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern, Professor."

"You see me working long hours, but I don't actually feel tired at all. I know how to maintain high work efficiency. Even though I sleep less, I sleep very efficiently."

Zheng Jingzhi jokingly scolded, "What are you talking about?"

"Do you really think an hour of your sleep equals two hours of someone else's?"

However, he also found it strange that Zhang Zhipeng, who only slept four or five hours a day, still looked energetic and lively. It was indeed quite puzzling.

Zhang Zhipeng nodded and said, "I have a special sleep technique that allows me to enter deep sleep in a short amount of time."

"In deep sleep, fifteen minutes can feel like an hour."

Dong Haoming laughed and said, "It would be great if there were really a way to sleep like that! Everyone would only need to sleep for two hours, which would be equivalent to eight hours, and the extra time could all be spent on work."

Obviously, Dong Haoming didn't believe it.

"Alright, enough with the nonsense. Hurry up and finish tidying up, then let's go home," said Zheng Jingzhi.

Dong Haoming and Zheng Jingzhi walked out of Zhang Zhipeng's laboratory.

Dong Haoming was deeply moved. "These young people really make me feel reassured!"

"If we train him well, he could definitely become a leading figure in our country's future aerospace research!"

Zheng Jingzhi smiled and said, "But to outsiders, it looks like he's just wasting his time!"

"We're clearly working on aviation research, developing the avionics system for the third-generation aircraft."

"But he's doing work that belongs in the field of electronic engineering."

Indeed, what Zhang Zhipeng is working on now falls within the field of electronic engineering.

Dong Haoming waved his hand dismissively and said, "The more capable you are, the more you should do!"

"During the European Renaissance, so many great figures were versatile and well-rounded. Da Vinci was a painter, but he was also skilled in medicine, a master sculptor, involved in architectural design, and accomplished in physics, chemistry, and mathematics."

"In our country, most people are specialists. They focus on one area of study and spend their entire lives working in that field. That's not right!"

"After all, every field is actually interconnected!"

"Take aircraft manufacturing as an example. The research areas involved are incredibly vast. Mechanics, optics, materials science, computer science, mechanical engineering, and so on—all are required."

"So, I believe that a truly great scientist should aspire to be a generalist! Being skilled in everything, mastering everything—that's what makes someone truly impressive!"

Zheng Jingzhi nodded in agreement.

Dong Haoming said, "Zhipeng is a young man with drive and perseverance, and he's smart and eager to learn. Whatever he wants to do in the future, just let him go for it! He might just surprise us greatly!"

...

Zhang Zhipeng tidied up his things in the laboratory and headed home.

By this time, it was already 10:30 p.m.

The streets were mostly deserted.

The night breeze was still slightly cool.

He wrapped his jacket tightly around himself and quickened his pace.

When he got home, the long hallway was already very quiet.

Many households had already turned off their lights and gone to bed.

However, the lights in Zhang Zhipeng's home were still on.

Zhang Qingmin liked to watch TV and often dozed off while watching.

Zhang Zhipeng took out his key to unlock the door.

As soon as the key turned, Zhang Qingmin's voice came from inside, "Who's there?"

By this time, Zhang Zhipeng had already opened the door.

"Dad, it's me!"

He walked in with a smile, closing the door behind him.

When Zhang Qingmin saw that it was his son, he quickly stood up. "Xiaopeng, you still remember to come home!"

"Yu the Great passed by his home three times while managing the flood and never went in. But you, your workplace is only ten minutes away from home, and how many days has it been since you last came back?"

Zhang Zhipeng smiled apologetically and said, "Dad, I've been swamped with work in the lab, so I thought I'd finish up a bit before coming home."

Zhang Qingmin looked his son up and down, noticing that he seemed to be in good spirits, his clothes still reasonably tidy, though he looked a bit thinner.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief. "It seems you've gone to the other extreme!"

"You used to be a slacker, always out with a bunch of no-good friends and never around!"

"Now, you don't even come home because of work."

"Did you know? I went to your lab, stood outside watching for a while, but in the end, I didn't dare to disturb you, so I just left."

It was clear that his father was not pleased.

His mother came out, wearing a jacket, and said, "Old Zhang, why are you yelling?"

"Zhipeng now is a thousand times better than before! I think you're just never satisfied, always wanting everything!"

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