"Oh! Okay, I’ll go get it for you now!"
Wu Zhuoya, holding an empty bowl, left the room and turned toward her husband’s study.
After rummaging through boxes and drawers, she indeed found a roll of draft paper for engineering drawings, a few half-used pencils, a partly old eraser, and a steel ruler.
Wu Zhuoya carefully checked everything and found nothing inappropriate. Only then did she roll up the blank draft paper and bring it to He Tiantian’s room.
He Tiantian’s sweet little mouth truly fit the original owner’s character setup.
The original owner’s boldness to freeload drinks at others’ homes was partly due to her thick skin, but her clever mouth played a role too.
"I’m your real mother, no need to be so polite!"
Wu Zhuoya watched He Tiantian with a smile. Although this daughter always made her and her husband the butt of jokes, she was still their own flesh and blood.
Look at those eyebrows, so much like her husband.
And Tiantian’s deep eye sockets and high nose bridge were inherited from her.
One could say He Tiantian’s appearance had merged all the best traits of her parents, He Yaohua and Wu Zhuoya.
It’s just that the child was too frail and had recently recovered from a serious illness, which slightly marred her beauty.
But overall, He Tiantian’s face was indeed very lovely.
Whenever Wu Zhuoya saw her daughter’s frail appearance or her unseemly behavior, she felt heartache and guilt.
Ah, although it was necessary back then, she and her husband really did owe this child.
Sighing inwardly, Wu Zhuoya left the room, not forgetting to close the door behind her as she left.
He Tiantian came to the desk, spread out the draft paper, picked up a pencil, and began to write and draw.
Her mind was full of ideas, but she selectively transcribed based on the military factory where He Yaohua worked and the recent research directions there.
Additionally, the original owner had seen notes or folders from Puslov and several other Soviet experts when she visited the small mansion.
However, the original owner didn’t understand these, she had only glanced at them out of curiosity.
But He Tiantian was different. She was now a human-shaped computer, with the ability to never forget anything.
He Tiantian could also deeply reconstruct all the information based on the original owner’s fleeting memories.
Then, He Tiantian used this information to search her own mental database for more useful information.
The level of detail was absolutely more expert than that of the Soviet experts.
Her mind worked rapidly, and her hands quickly recorded everything.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
In the quiet room, only the sound of the pencil scratching on the paper could be heard.
He Tiantian didn’t know how long she had been writing, but her mind was focused solely on one thought: Hurry! She must hurry!
She wanted to record as much useful information as she could before her body could no longer handle the mental overload.
Yes, the nosebleeds and loss of consciousness He Tiantian had earlier were not entirely an act.
Rather, her body was genuinely too weak to withstand such mental exertion.
A drop of bright red liquid fell on the paper covered in data and charts, slowly spreading.
He Tiantian, not minding much, casually wiped her nose with the back of her hand and continued her feverish writing.
As the blood drops increased, He Tiantian quickly wiped it with her hand, and the paper fluttered onto the floor nearby.
She pulled over another sheet and frantically continued writing.
She finally finished copying all the core research of the military factory, particularly the parts supervised by the Soviet experts.
Data, charts, formulas, calculations... All the details, without a single omission.
The body that He Tiantian had time-traveled into finally reached its limit. She leaned back limply, the chair suddenly lost its balance, and she fell to the floor, along with the chair.
And the sheet of paper on the desk was now stained with a large patch of blood.
"Tiantian, the meat porridge is ready. Let’s have a bowl now, and when your dad and brother come back tonight, I’ll make fish soup—"
Wu Zhuoya, holding a tray and edging the door open with her body, was babbling on.
But, when she saw the scene inside the room, she was shocked to her core.
In the small bedroom of about ten square meters, the floor was covered in draft papers.
And the little girl who had just smiled and thanked her was now unconscious on the floor.
Wu Zhuoya nearly dropped the bowl in her hand, but she was, after all, a seasoned warrior.
She bit her tongue hard, the pain reminding her to stay calm, stay calm!
She carefully navigated around the papers on the floor, came to the desk, and placed the bowl filled with meat porridge properly.