"Don't worry, Dad, I know what I'm doing, and I know what goal I'm striving for.

By the way, Dad, I have a paper that needs revising. May I ask you a critical question about the electric data theory?

I haven't fully grasped this theory yet."

"You included something you haven't grasped into your paper?" Father Zhuang's tone was heavy, "Speak."

"Okay." Just as Zhuang Liangjun was about to raise the issue, he suddenly noticed a few classmates around him becoming excited in an instant.

"Look at the news! Superconductivity was discovered at 2:27 p.m. yesterday by the data center! Just now, the superconductivity production project was officially approved! It's exactly eight o'clock, global announcement!"

"The pioneer is the God of Technology!"

"Superconductivity appeared?!"

"The data center is indeed reliable, to keep such a big event under wraps for a whole day?"

The students looking at their phones were all cheering, which also caught the attention of more classmates.

At the same time, Zhuang Liangjun also, somehow, smiled, feeling proud of our scientific breakthrough.

But the next moment, he remembered his mother crying with excitement yesterday, and how the data center kept it under wraps for a day.

Suddenly, Zhuang Liangjun understood something and said to his father on the phone, "Dad, you go ahead and do your work, I'll handle this myself."

He didn't want his own affairs to delay his parents' important work.

Even though he guessed, he didn't say anything on the phone.

Click—

The call ended.

At the same time.

Inside the data center's phone room.

Father Zhuang shook his head, looking at Mother Zhuang, whose face was full of confusion, "I told you not to talk to our son, not to say anything, but you insisted on talking.

Now, it doesn't matter if we hang up, our son should've guessed where we're working.

But fortunately, he didn't say 'Dad, are you working in the data center?' Otherwise, we'd have to explain to the security department.

Explaining having a genius son is not necessarily a good thing."

"It's already come to this." Mother Zhuang was contemplating a solution, "How about letting the base issue a work permit for a large enterprise?"

"No need," Father Zhuang shook his head again, "I'm planning to go to the security department voluntarily and explain what our child has already guessed.

Because the people from the information department, through those words, will probably soon realize it.

We have many behavior and language analysis experts at our base, and even though our child's words seemed thoughtless, they've probably already been analyzed thoroughly.

I also heard his classmates' cheers over there and words like superconductivity yesterday.

It's not surprising he could deduce it, after all, he's our precious son.

I originally wanted him to have a carefree life, but now he must be subjected to formal 'constraints.'

Sometimes being too smart needs to be reported."

——

In the school.

Zhuang Liangjun looked at the hung-up phone, feeling very pleased.

But he also knew there are some things that shouldn't be asked openly.

Having a tacit understanding was enough.

Also, he felt his father should know that he had figured it out too.

Then, in less than half an hour.

While attending class, Zhuang Liangjun realized he was right, but the situation wasn't what he wanted.

It wasn't even something he had imagined.

And at this moment.

He was holding a book, standing in front of the blackboard, serving as the professor's assistant.

By the doorway.

Five tough-looking men appeared, with a cautious-looking school dean following behind them.

Simultaneously, the leading tough guy, looking at the file folder in his hand, glanced at the stunned Zhuang Liangjun,

"Zhuang Liangjun, we are reporters from the city newspaper, we'd like to interview you about some matters, could you please step out?"

This formation, claiming to be reporters?

Zhuang Liangjun was skeptical.

Everyone was skeptical.

But what could be done?

Under the dean's instructions.

He could only follow these five reporters under the curious and speculative gazes of his classmates.

——

Evening.

Outside an apartment complex in Xia City.

Father Zhuang and Mother Zhuang got out of a bulletproof vehicle.

Meanwhile, two special forces personnel also got out of a vehicle from afar, with local Martial Arts Department personnel on guard around.

They were all there to protect the Zhuang couple.

And tonight, Father Zhuang planned to lay all cards on the table with his son, this was authorized.

Because his son had been unexpectedly scrutinized and examined today, and he passed with flying colors.

In the end, he even signed an agreement, a formal constraint, that they were going to talk to their son about today.

——

Click—

Opening the door.

The couple entered, seeing the son had already prepared a meal, two simple dishes, one meat, one vegetable, and a pot of rice.

"Dad, Mom, you're back."

Seeing his parents, Zhuang Liangjun was very happy and had a belly full of questions.

Father Zhuang glanced at him and went directly to serve food.

"I'm back." Mother Zhuang, on the other hand, happily looked at her son, but shortly after, her face fell as she solemnly addressed this matter.

Even though their son hadn't done anything wrong.

However, correcting any faults and encouraging any improvements has always been their family's extreme way.

Similarly, Zhuang Liangjun realized an error.

That is, it seemed he was very smart and figured things out, but speaking out thoughtlessly in public could potentially make others suspicious of his parents.

In serious terms, it could potentially involve endangering national security.

Because his parents were secretive figures.

Meanwhile, as Mother Zhuang was reprimanding, Father Zhuang, while eating, also remarked, "Don't assume you're very smart, there are many smarter than you.

You must always maintain humility."

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