The temperature in October began to lower, and the violent sunlight became softer. An Feng tried to enjoy the last California sunshine, lying on a lounge chair and flirting with magazines. The biological brain was moving, and the machine brain was moving: biology, medicine, electronics... What he found was very random, and occasionally useful.

He is not patient enough, and the more powerful it sounds, the more difficult it is. At present, he can only concentrate one or two distinctive and short-term benefits. For example, computer technology, biological computers? It is very difficult, almost all garbled codes. Quantum computers? It is even more difficult, it needs to solve the problem of high energy consumption... Abandon these broad concepts, narrow down: microcomputers, and narrow down the scope: processor chips, continue: graphene chips.

"Graphene?" An Feng silently said, and the information he found showed that it has the ability to replace modern silicon-based chip processors and become the next generation of products. It is not as advanced as quantum computers, nor as difficult as biological cell computers. The previous generation is relatively easy to implement.

"It's it!" An Feng chose, in addition to fertilizer technology, the third item of next-generation technology that he would pick out after genetically modified grapes.

A few days passed, but his car was still there.

The McLaren P1 he ordered arrived. Because he was taking someone else's order, he had placed an order for more than two months when he paid the bill, and made it for seven months in total. When An Feng's patience was almost wiped out, it finally arrived. He flew to Los Angeles excitedly and took a taxi to the McLaren gate.

I saw this black beast in the exhibition hall and circled around it. The body design was simple and clear. Apart from the transparent engine mesh and square exhaust pipe at the rear of the car, it seemed that there was something missing - the taillights of the car. In fact, it was hidden in the rear of the car in the form of lines. The LED taillights will appear only when the brakes are done.

After confirming that the limited number is correct, handing over the key, An Feng flipped the cool gull wing door and bent down to get into the car. Because the chassis is very low, it feels like sitting on the ground and driving, which is not comfortable. He started the car and slowly poured out the car. There was not much fuel left in the fuel tank. He walked to the gas station and fed the beast. During the process of passing by, the drivers passing by took out their mobile phones to take photos, which greatly satisfy An Feng's vanity.

As a hybrid sports car, the P1 outputs a total of 976 horsepower from the engine + electric motor, and the acceleration time of 100 kilometers per 100 kilometers remains at about 2.8 seconds. When an Audi A4 accelerates to a speed of 100 kilometers per hour, the P1 has already soared to 200 kilometers per hour. And its ultimate speed can reach more than 380.

It also uses a Kernel Energy Recovery System (KERS) similar to F1, which converts energy into battery electrical energy when brakes and then releases it when accelerating through the motor. So there is a saying that it does not require charging. When the battery is low, just step on the brake a few times.

Having said so much, there are cars that accelerate faster than it and are extremely fast than it, but not all cars can be called "road racing". With the help of strict aerodynamic appearance, the crazy designer moved the performance of a road sports car closer to Formula One, which is a masterpiece.

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On Saturday afternoon, An Feng attended the meeting.

The black P1 is running on the road and driving for a few days. I feel that driving a supercar has a disadvantage: I have already speeded before I can get enough of it. If I go there again, say a few words or something, it will soar to 300 and scare you. Fortunately, the American highway design is straight and there are few cameras.

He wants to go to the San Francisco area. Strictly speaking, it is Berkeley. The area that really belongs to San Francisco is very small, but it is surrounded by several dense cities, and Berkeley is one of them. It is located in the northeast of San Francisco Bay, about ten kilometers away from San Francisco. If you want to say that the Americans are also frustrated, they are all completely attached. Isn’t it enough to be classified into a city? Is it enough to divide so many administrative units to find work?

Following the prompts of the navigation device, I found the University of California, Berkeley. UCB should be the best public university in the United States. Although An Feng only knew Harvard, Yale and MIT before coming to the United States, UCB had only known about academic rankings: the top ten in the world, often top five, and won the first place. With Silicon Valley, its engineering is naturally at the forefront, but business is not inferior, and education and law are as powerful.

Entering the campus with a strong academic style, An Feng felt that he had graduated from pheasant college, but it was just a short thought. He was too lazy to think so much. He raised his hand to look at his watch, and the time was very accurate. When it was almost done, he sent a message to Joanna, and she replied and asked him to wait. An Feng stopped the car and leaned over and played some lyrical music to wait.

Speaking of UCB, I can't help but think of its title: the University of California system. After careful examination, there are so many UC schools, such as Berkeley, Los Angeles, San Diego, and Davis, Santa Barbara and other schools. There are a total of 230,000 students, which is about the same population as a small city.

An Feng looked at his phone boredly, and then looked at the pedestrians passing by and taking photos outside the window. The P1's turnover rate is still very high. Most people can only see cars worth more than one million US dollars in their lifetime. An Feng smiled at them. After a while, Joanna's phone call came: "Hey, where are you?"

"Just where you said, oh, I'm driving a black sports car." An Feng looked out the window.

"Have you changed the car? Black...I saw you." Joanna finished speaking and a white aurora came to him, "Let's go with us."

After following Aurora, I drove a long way to the student dormitory area. There was no scene of high-rise apartments in China. Most of the dormitories in American universities were townhouses on the third and fourth floors, and the environment was good. They parked in front of one of the houses with a certain fraternity sign. After getting off the bus, An Feng gave the lady a usual thumbs up: "It's amazing!"

"Thank you!" Joanna smiled.

She wore a small black dress with stilettos, tied her hair, wore jewelry and necklaces, and held Chanel's long wallet. It was not complicated by the standards of attending formal dance parties, but that kind of elegant temperament was innate and inimitable. It was like no matter how expensive the nouveau riche wears, she was still nouveau riche's face. Women like her who have been influenced by aristocratic culture have their behavior from the bottom of the foundation.

A girl next to her, dressed in the same grand dress, asked curiously: "What did he say?"

"Praise me for being beautiful." Joanna said with a little smugness. "I'll introduce you to me. This is my friend Daisy. Daisy, this is Bruce, the great inventor."

"Hi!" Daisy waved at him.

"Hello, Daisy." An Feng nodded.

"Are you an inventor?" Daisy asked, looking at the cool sports car next to her, "Realistic version of Iron Man?"

Joanna covered her mouth and smiled.

Iron Man? An Feng smiled slightly: "I personally have some creativity, and I am considered an inventor."

When Daisy's male companion arrived, everyone entered the venue together.

Standing in the living room, I looked at men in suits and beautiful young ladies. As the headquarters of the Brotherhood, the layout of the house seems simple, but it is very attentive and has a particular style. An Feng speculated that it should be an elite club, at least not the kind of brotherhood that only focuses on fun and nonsense.

There are some snacks on the long table. Hungry people can eat and chat, but there is no alcohol. That's right, they can only drink after the age of 21. Some of them are freshmen and sophomore, and they may not be old enough. The organizers thoughtfully changed into colorful drinks, and everyone thought about them and chatted happily.

"Today there was a fraternity and a sister-in-law member, and the ratio of men and women was equal." Joanna said beside An Feng. "After the official start, the two presidents spoke, and then everyone could drink drinks, chat, and play some music for everyone to dance."

An Feng walked with Joanna and found that the atmosphere was not too active, and there were not many scenes of men and women singing, mostly men and women's circles. As for the girl issues he cares about the most... the quality is very high, and the number is rare, and most famous flowers have their own masters. Finally, it came to the conclusion: cheating.

Not all American college students are as enthusiastic and unrestrained as films are performed, and they are constantly singing and singing every night. That is only a part of them, most of which appear in ordinary universities. Many top universities like UCB like to study knowledge and are relatively conservative... nerds.

An Feng walked around... Damn this is a nerd party!

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Chapter completed!