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"And me..."
One by one, people started to come out, about five individuals aside from Li Ming, all with a gleam of combativeness in their eyes.
Tinkering with a little gadget, is it worth such intense animosity? The stimulant isn't even me, so why keep fixating on me?
Li Ming grumbled inwardly, but sometimes he found these people rather endearing in their foolishness.
"Very good," Ding Hui nodded with satisfaction, "That's more like it."
"Here are the materials, use them as you wish. If by afternoon you can't get it right, then stop wasting time."
He gestured towards the small workbenches—each was equipped with the necessary tools, ion welders, high-energy hammer furnaces...
Ding Hui casually found a spot, gathered the other students, and began to comment on their actions as they unfolded before him.
"That Zhou Kui, seems like he's making boxing gloves, a layer of fiber liner, a layer of nanofibers... Oh, the nanofibers aren't nanomaterials, just approximations."
