As his gaze swept over the other things in the room, the dimensions of each item naturally appeared in his mind, making Henry Grant pause for a moment. He immediately understood—this must be that so-called binocular 3D measurement mechanism.

So this is such a wonderful thing! As long as he eyeballed something, he could get its precise dimensions, with no need to use any measuring tools to achieve micron-level accuracy, and he could even estimate to 0.1 microns. It was simply magical!

In just a few tries, Henry Grant figured out how to use it: as long as he wanted to know a dimension, he just had to look at it and he’d know. If he didn’t want to know, he could completely block it out. This measurement mechanism was entirely under his own control.

Such an amazing function—if used in manufacturing, it would be a divine tool! He wondered if it could measure even more precisely.

“To improve measurement accuracy, please use more precise measuring instruments for calibration.” As soon as Henry Grant had this thought, he immediately received an answer.

It turned out that the limitation was due to the measuring tools. In the factory, Henry Grant had only used a dial indicator, which was accurate to the micron, so he could only measure to that level of precision. Once he returned to school and calibrated with the lab’s precision measuring instruments, he could achieve even higher accuracy.

Even with just micron-level precision, Henry Grant realized he had already become a humanoid high-precision measuring tool. With just a glance, he could accurately measure the distance between any two points he wanted to know. It was truly incredible.

Every detail, no matter how minute, was revealed; it seemed that Henry Grant’s life was becoming more and more interesting.

Chapter 0004: Humanoid CNC (Part 2)

When good things happen, spirits are high. Throughout the entire summer vacation, Henry Grant immersed himself in the process of excitedly practicing his craft while also losing weight.

Anyway, at home, there was no way Henry Grant would have the chance to go out looking for titanium powder. After all, he was still a student, and his parents would never let him wander around alone.

As for his parents accompanying him, that was even more out of the question. Both of them were facing layoffs—how could they have the mood to accompany their son in “neglecting his proper business”?

In the empty workshop, Henry Grant thoroughly relearned the basic skills of a machinist from scratch. Filing, drilling, planing, grinding, scraping, sawing—he practiced them all.

Over the course of more than twenty days of summer vacation, Henry Grant grew rapidly into an outstanding machinist. Although he couldn’t match the experience and seniority of those veteran machinists, in terms of technique—especially precision—he was second to none.

With the powerful computing ability of the control system, Henry Grant could even file a perfect sphere by hand—something an ordinary machinist could never achieve. Just the accurate calculations alone would be impossible, and even with calculation tools, precise positioning and measurement would still be a problem.

Maybe someone could do it, but no one could match Henry Grant’s speed. In fact, Henry Grant really did file one out, and even finely polished it. When he placed it in front of James Grant, James Grant thought Henry Grant had taken a finished steel ball from the factory to show off.

Describing Henry Grant as a humanoid CNC machine, with his precise measurement and machining abilities, was not an exaggeration at all. Fortunately, Henry Grant was cautious and didn’t let anyone else know about this.

As the new semester approached, James Grant and Grace Bennett took out the family’s only savings of three thousand yuan and gave it to Henry Grant as living expenses. When it came to their son’s education, they were never stingy.

Henry Grant was a student at Shuimu University. Yes, that’s the top university in China, with a stone inscription on campus reading “Qingfen Tingxiu, Huaxia Zenghui,” known as “Shuiqing Muhua,” also called “Shuimu Tsinghua.” Henry Grant was now a member of Class 21, Grade 92, Department of Precision Instruments at Shuimu University.

It was now 1996. Tuition at Shuimu University for a year was only three hundred yuan, and accommodation plus miscellaneous fees were just fifty. The state even provided a sixty-yuan monthly subsidy, but even so, the monthly living expenses were still not enough.

Henry Grant was already very frugal—his main expenses were on food. But even so, he still had to spend more than three hundred extra each month. This three thousand yuan was actually his living expenses for his entire fifth year.

“I need to make money.” On the train, Henry Grant thought about this very seriously. He was about to graduate and couldn’t keep relying on his parents. Maybe, with his machinist skills, doing some part-time work to support himself would be a good path.

“Hey, fatty, you’ve lost weight?” Back at school, all of Henry Grant’s dormmates were surprised to see him.

After more than twenty days of vacation, Henry Grant had sweated buckets in the workshop every day. Although the nanorobots didn’t consume much fat, the exercise itself burned quite a bit. He had lost over twenty jin, and now Henry Grant was someone who had successfully lost more than twenty jin in a month.

The new semester was the fifth year, with hardly any classes left—just the graduation thesis defense and internship. Don’t get it wrong—Shuimu University at this stage was a five-year program, just like neighboring Yanjing University.

While training during the summer, Henry Grant had already made up his mind: as soon as the semester started, he would quickly determine his thesis topic, join a research group, and finish his thesis as soon as possible. The rest of the time, he could work part-time and earn some money.