"Hey, that’s fine!" Cheng Ye laughed and waved his hand, "I’ll look at it myself. Learning isn’t something that can be accomplished overnight. Get familiar with it and take your time figuring it out. No need to trouble you to take time out specially."

During those three years of graduate study, the mentor never taught hands-on. It was always about spending time in the library checking references and going outside to projects to gain experience from senior workers, doing things like serving tea, running errands, and doing odd jobs. Even then, opportunities to touch engineering equipment were scarce.

Now, with his status, there clearly wouldn’t be any obstacles in using the equipment in the plant.

As for teaching...

Just after Sang Hezheng left, Cheng Ye did not delay. He clicked his personal panel with a thought and first equipped Basic Level Mechanical Principles.

Chose the joint mounting mode, replacing the slowly progressing Moving Shooting.

The panel flickered slightly; the next second, Cheng Ye felt like something was gently added to his brain, but he couldn’t quite grasp it. It wasn’t clear knowledge, more like a vague "Sixth Sense."

How to describe it—it was a bit like entering an exam room during school and seeing the paper, knowing that the test point of this problem had been seen in the textbook, but for the moment couldn’t recall exactly which page had that elusive feeling.

"It seems this is the protective mechanism of joint mounting. I’ll have to actually start learning for these memories to slowly emerge."

Understanding this, Cheng Ye reached out for the first principle manual on the table, just about to flip the page when his gaze landed on the author’s section first.

Reagan Karl!?

Is it the same name as the checkpoint director, or did this manual actually compile him?

With doubt, he opened the directory and found the manual talked about basic content related to "mechanical transmission." Just reading the Chapter titles, many were the physics knowledge learned during middle and high school on Earth.

But when you think about it, this knowledge must have been lost in the Wasteland long ago. After all, no one nowadays could, like in the old era, patiently study from elementary to college, spending sixteen years laying a foundation.

To quickly get technicians up to speed, the mechanical-related physics knowledge had to be singled out and compiled into this kind of "quick manual."

But this also presents an obvious problem; physics and mathematics have always been inseparable. Only learning scattered mechanical-related physics knowledge can at best cultivate skilled technicians, making it difficult to develop people who understand deep principles and research.

Hm?

Nothing more?

Cheng Ye was pondering the talent cultivation model of the Wasteland, his hands still flipping through the book. By the time he realized it, this manual about fifty pages thick had already been flipped to the last page.

The entire process was unbelievably smooth without even a hint of a jam, like reading a book long ago read, each knowledge point and principle felt familiar, comprehending them without difficulty.

Although this knowledge he did indeed learn on Earth, he had already forgotten most of it.

But now...

Rustle.

Suddenly, as if something had been lifted in his mind, the content he’d just read flooded out, clear to every detail from the basic concepts of mechanical transmission to the illustrations of specific structures, automatically forming memory anchors in his brain that would no longer be easily forgotten.

"This..."

Cheng Ye tried to recall the content of one page and could accurately say it explained the meshing principle of gear transmission and even remembered the number of teeth labeled in the gear illustration.

It’s not just rote memorization but genuine understanding of underlying logic.

Hm?

Holy cow!

He immediately put down the manual "written by Reagan Karl" and picked up another thicker principle book.

This time, he focused intently, wanting to capture the feeling during study, but the experience remained wondrous.

Eyes glancing over the text, the knowledge points seemed to directly enter the brain along the line of sight, without anything obscure or difficult point, even complex mechanical structure illustrations viewed as intuitively as daily items.

Rustle.

Darn it.

Another manual of sixty pages reached the end.

Cheng Ye pulled out Defense Communication to check the time. From the first page to now, only fifteen minutes had passed.

Isn’t this learning speed a bit too outrageous?!

He quickly opened the personal panel, eyes falling on the Skill Bar, and indeed saw changes.

[Basic Level Mechanical Principles (9.17%)]

"Does this mean I’ve already absorbed nearly 10% of the skill content?"

Cheng Ye was slightly stunned.

Although simple beyond expectation, it fits perfectly with the Collector’s usual strong style.

Setting down the manual, he didn’t rush out to find Sang Hezheng to astonish this senior instructor.

Instead, he gathered the remaining manuals on the table and began flipping through them one by one.

Indeed, understanding one aspect opens up all.

Five aspects, logically should be categorized under a larger mechanical classification.

To facilitate future generations learning, these categories were split, fostering talent in different directions.

Now learning unified, Cheng Ye feels no obstacle.

Under the blessing of Basic Level Mechanical Principles, many knowledge points grasp at a glance, grasping the core effortlessly.

And those temporarily incomprehensible, he didn’t hesitate.

"Equip Intermediate Mechanical Recognition, replace Tiger Power!"

What feels like with two information-related skills equipped at once?

Cheng Ye only felt a sudden heaviness in his head, originally clear thoughts like wrapped in dense fog, instantly becoming somewhat muddled.

It felt like staying up all night without sleep, any thoughts emerging in the brain were suppressed, even mood turned gloomier.

In just a few minutes, the previously bright mood became somewhat oppressive, like something was weighing on his chest.