The next day, Saturday, classes were still held.
As Fang Bai entered the classroom, students gathered around him and asked,
"Class Monitor, I heard you were inspecting the campus with the school leaders yesterday."
Fang Bai saw several Class Committee members also come over to ask about the progress. After putting down his backpack, he first took a sip of warm water.
The surrounding students looked at him eagerly. Fang Bai's unhurried way of drinking water made them impatient to know the answer; some even wanted to strangle him.
After moistening his throat, Fang Bai said, "I discussed it with the school yesterday. The issue of the supermarket land has been resolved. A new single-story supermarket covering 500 square meters will be built near Gate No. 3. Construction can begin in a while, and the rest of the matters are up to you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the students in the class erupted.
"Awesome!"
"When the Class Monitor takes action, it's truly extraordinary. He directly settled it with the school leaders!"
"I'm ashamed that the Class Monitor had to step in, but without him, we really couldn't handle something like this."
While the students flattered him, they couldn't help but admire him. To be able to get the principal and other school leaders to accompany him on a campus tour—even if they had the courage, they wouldn't have the persuasive power.
Of course, they were very curious about how the Class Monitor managed to convince the school leaders, but seeing him sit down and immediately pull out a pen and paper to start drawing again, they didn't want to disturb him and dispersed.
Many classmates complained about him, saying he drew every day, drew during every class, and after class, besides running to the WC, he still drew in his spare time. He was immersed in drawing all day. Wasn't he tired?
Could it be that after graduation, they would also be designing like this?
If Fang Bai knew his classmates' thoughts, he could tell them with certainty: "Generally, when working on a project, a designer draws all day and often works overtime. They are just a drawing robot.
That's right, a drawing robot!"
Many students chose Mechanical Engineering, but they didn't know what they would be doing in the future. They thought designing was just sitting in an office and drawing.
Their thinking wasn't wrong; the problem was when there was a project, they had to rush for progress because the workshop was waiting for the drawings, so they usually had to work overtime.
In reality, most Mechanical Engineering graduates go into sales, process engineering, or on-site management. Only a portion of them are purely engaged in design. If they work for government agencies or public institutions, they might even end up doing publicity or union work.
Fang Bai quickly immersed himself in his drawing work. His design drawing for the ground pump would still take some time to complete, probably not until November.
Without software and computers, drawing work was much slower, especially modifications, which were very troublesome.
Modifying on a computer is a direct deletion, but drawing on sketch paper requires erasing little by little with an eraser, or simply taking a new blank sheet and redrawing.
What takes one or two weeks on CAD would take one or two months for manual drawing.
Fang Bai started preparing the data for the ground pump in August and only truly began drawing after school started, drawing during every class, regardless of the subject.
When he got tired of drawing, he would listen to the teacher lecture.
If he didn't have the Golden Finger, the working period for drawing this ground pump design would be doubled.
The advantage of having the Golden Finger is that if you modify one piece of data, anything related to that data will be detected, showing which other related drawings need to be modified.
This is similar to future 3D drawings, where changing one piece of data causes other related structures to change accordingly.
But Fang Bai's Golden Finger is even more powerful; after a structural change, he can quickly identify where problems have occurred.
Designers fear modifying one piece of data, as it can have a ripple effect, easily leading to missed drawing revisions and causing processing errors.
The day passed incredibly quickly, and the next day, Sunday, was a rare day off.
At four in the afternoon,
The school held the freshman orientation ceremony, and all first-year students were required to attend.
Today was sunny with a gentle breeze.
On the Shanghai Jiaotong University football field, several banners were displayed with the text "Warmly Congratulating the 1991 Freshmen on Their Arrival."
The stage backdrop on the football field was a large screen with the text "1991 Freshman Orientation Ceremony."
Below the stage, over two thousand first-year undergraduate students were neatly seated, waiting for the ceremony to begin. There were still more than ten minutes until the official start time of ten o'clock.
The freshmen, as required by the school, wore the military training uniforms they had just received. From the viewing stand, it looked magnificent.
Fang Bai was also wearing his military training uniform. He was sitting in the second row of seats on the stage. To his left were school staff, and to his right was Wu Yanni, a second-year student representative and Vice President of the School Student Union.
Wu Yanni didn't know what was so impressive about Fang Bai that he could sit there, but what surprised her was that Fang Bai was actually reading English technical material and was truly absorbed in it.
Amazing! Indeed, students who can sit here are extraordinary.
Of course, this also referred to herself.
She was the women's 100-meter champion in the school sports meet, could dance and play the flute, was among the top twenty in her grade, and had strong social skills.
Wu Yanni had wanted to chat with the junior beside her many times, but she couldn't find an opportunity to interject.
Moreover, Fang Bai next to her didn't even glance at her, which made her a bit dissatisfied. Was there a beautiful girl sitting next to him, and he couldn't see her?
However, she understood that it wasn't convenient to chat on stage.
The students below looked at the leaders on the stage, and two students were particularly conspicuous because they were so young. One was a beautiful girl with two small braids, quite eye-catching.
And Fang Bai, wearing his military training uniform, could certainly be called an attention-grabber, even though he was sitting in the second row.
Some students didn't know who he was, but most students from the Department of Mechanical and Electrical Engineering did.
Yang Tan greatly envied Fang Bai. He dreamed of standing on the school stage and giving a speech.
However, envy was envy; he wasn't jealous, just fantasizing. If Fang Bai, this abnormal person, wasn't going up, who could?
Wang Yifei's thoughts were different. He felt that Fang Bai going up there was simply a waste of resources. Wasn't there a beautiful girl sitting next to him? He didn't even think to chat with her. If he wasn't interested, it wasn't impossible for him to introduce her to him.
Cui Xiaoqiang's attention was elsewhere. Seeing Fang Bai flipping through a book, he felt that the Class Monitor's abnormality was due to his unique approach, understanding how to utilize every minute.
Mei Xihu, on the other hand, fantasized about standing on the stage himself, wondering what kind of speech he would give. It should be poetry, perhaps something like "Not fearing the floating clouds that obscure my vision, only because I am at the highest level."
Different students, different thoughts.
After a while, exactly four o'clock in the afternoon, the freshman ceremony officially began. The host came to the stage to speak, called everyone to stand, and played the national anthem for the flag-raising ceremony.
After that, the freshman representative teachers spoke, all with encouraging content for the students to study.
Second, it was Wu Yanni's turn, as the senior student representative.
The host introduced her, saying, "Please welcome Wu Yanni, Vice President of the School Student Union, to give her speech."
Wu Yanni was quite pleased that the host added her title. She smiled sweetly and confidently walked to the podium in the center of the stage.
It must be said that she was passionate, and her voice was infectious. Her main content was about her university life over the past year and the honors she had received. Her timing was perfect, ending exactly at five minutes, and the students below applauded enthusiastically.
If it weren't for the five-minute limit, she would have wanted to continue speaking.
For this speech, she had prepared thoroughly; she could deliver it without notes and still hit the time limit precisely.
After speaking, she returned to her seat. Seeing that Fang Bai was no longer looking down at his materials, she reminded him as she passed, "It's your turn."
"Oh, you spoke very well," Fang Bai said truthfully. Students who could stand there would naturally not be lacking.
"Mm, good luck!" Wu Yanni smiled contentedly, having received Fang Bai's affirmation.
She was also a bit curious about what special talents this junior had, what was so astonishing about him, and how the host would introduce him.