Sheng Yi couldn't answer.
…Who is Shi Ji
Sheng Yi only knew that Shi Ji was an "experimental subject" brought back by his father.
It was Sheng's father who saved Shi Ji's life and prevented Shi Ji from being recycled and destroyed. He also brought Shi Ji home, fed him, clothed him, taught him how to fly a wingman, and served as an observer.
In Sheng Yi's eyes, everything Shi Ji had was given by his family. If Shi Ji got in his way or disliked him, he deserved to be punished. When he needed Shi Ji, Shi Ji should have consciously come over.
…
But what happened before his eyes was like a mecha swinging its mechanical arm and slapping him hard in the face.
Sheng Yi gritted his teeth, his face was ashen, and he felt the pain from the burning shame.
He seemed to have heard everyone laughing at him, and seemed to have seen countless people pointing and mocking him.
The students of the Military Academy are selected from the best talents in various military academies. Even if their combat capabilities are temporarily inferior to those of the active-duty troops, they still have a strong sense of judgment.
No one would think that Shi Ji was deliberately hiding his abilities and not playing well when partnering with Sheng Yi - anyone with a little bit of vision could see that Shi Ji's method was to rely on his hands for observation and the mecha for assistance, and if necessary, he could even leave the mecha and fight alone.
This seemingly inverted partnership is the most difficult and terrifying one for an observer.
This mode is not worth wasting in 2v2 fighting duels.
In a real combat system, these observers would become the core of the entire combat team. They were not only responsible for sniping the Insect King, but also for the attack and defense vision of the entire team. They would give clear predictions at the first time and keep an eye on any possible changes in the battle situation.
They are the blade that can kill the enemy with one blow, and they are also natural commanders.
Any observer with this kind of talent, once he or she shows his or her talent, will be sought after by various parties and taken back to be carefully trained.
Once they get together, in a head-on confrontation with the Zerg swarm, they can save the lives of thousands of soldiers and even directly decide the outcome of a battle.
Ye Hanfeng looked at Sheng Yi: "You never told me this."
According to Sheng Yi, Shi Ji is a coward who fled from the battlefield, and a former "first observer" with a false reputation.
Sheng Yi has always looked down on Shi Ji. He has complained to Ye Hanfeng more than once that Shi Ji was favored by the teachers and instructors in the academy. He didn't know how much pitiful he pretended to be and how much favor he won behind the scenes to coax those old fogies to stand on Shi Ji's side.
"He didn't tell me these things!" Sheng Yi retorted in a hoarse voice. His eyes turned red because of Ye Hanfeng's tone. "He doesn't know how to tell it himself, but he still expects me to ask him? Why should I—"
Ye Hanfeng frowned: "... Why do you do that?"
Sheng Yi was annoyed and angry for a moment, and also realized that he had said something wrong, so he stopped talking hastily.
"You are partners, and he is your spotter."
Ye Hanfeng asked: "Isn't this enough?"
Sheng Yi's face flushed red. He looked at Ye Hanfeng who was acting as an observer, gritted his teeth, and swallowed back his anger bit by bit.
During the past six months, everyone had been mocking him openly or covertly because his ranking had plummeted.
Ye Hanfeng is one of the few people who still regards him as an opponent, has no prejudice against him, and treats him with the same attitude as before.
In front of Ye Hanfeng, Sheng Yi would subconsciously restrain his temper. He didn't want Ye Hanfeng to become like others.
… He didn’t want Ye Hanfeng to look at him like that.
Sheng Yi could almost imagine Ye Hanfeng's calm and disappointed look.
He stood where he was, clenching his fists tightly, his body already beginning to tremble slightly from his extreme endurance.
He couldn't help wanting to vent his anger on Shi Ji - this was all Shi Ji's fault. Shi Ji had such strength, why didn't he say so earlier? Why did he embarrass him in public like this
Did Shi Ji want to get rid of him for a long time, so he seized the loophole in his words and took the opportunity to go to the logistics department and find that guy named Zhan
It was Shi Ji who betrayed him first, so why was he standing here now, being questioned by Ye Hanfeng, disappointing Ye Hanfeng, and being pointed at and poked in the back by everyone...
Sheng Yi found an outlet for his shame and anger. He raised his head suddenly, wanting to explain things to Ye Hanfeng, but suddenly froze in place.
He did not wait for Ye Hanfeng's disappointment.
He didn't even see Ye Hanfeng, no one questioned him, and no one even had the leisure to talk about him.
The video of the previous battle has been processed, and the S-level instructor will personally analyze the tactics and strategies, dissecting every second and explaining all the details of the entire battle.
Everyone was immersed in the afterglow of that wonderful battle.
Students majoring in wingman and mecha, and even many students majoring in other non-combat majors, could not sit still for a moment, and poured into the auditorium where the lecture was being given.
Ye Hanfeng has also left.
The audience seats were empty. Sheng Yi was surrounded by intense frustration and shame and couldn't move.
For the first time, he was completely deprived of even the means to vent.
He was extremely embarrassed, and his whole body was sometimes hot and sometimes cold, as if he was being roasted by the hottest iron, or as if he had been doused with ice water.
The question Ye Hanfeng asked him popped up again.
Why could his father bring Shi Ji back in his own name
Why was Shi Ji allowed to receive training and become an observer, and why was Shi Ji left to him as a legacy
Before it became like this... who was Shi Ji
Shi Ji did not go to the auditorium with the others.
After the battle, he went back to the lounge to change clothes, and took this opportunity to summarize the battle.
In the past, Sheng Yi was always impatient with him doing these things.
What Sheng Yi hates most is writing reflective summaries.
Like his father, Sheng Yi is good at assault-type tactics. He can tear through defenses with his strong personal combat power and even directly destroy the opponent's mecha and wingman.
This fighting style, which is centered on physical combat, basically does not require any brainpower, but relies on intuition and corresponding fighting talent. Even after the battle, you may not be able to explain it clearly.
Sheng Yi couldn't write it himself, so he couldn't help but be annoyed by Shi Ji's writing of several long articles, and he would always mock him at this time. In Sheng Yi's opinion, Shi Ji wrote these things just to please the teachers in the college, no wonder the teachers and instructors liked Shi Ji.
Sheng Yi didn't know that Shi Ji had never handed in these homework assignments.
With the instincts still remaining in his body, Shi Ji was not expecting excellent grades or praise from teachers and instructors.
He has accumulated several books of such reflections, and he is indeed waiting for corrections, but the corrections should come from another commander who is in the same system as him, more familiar with it than him, and has more combat experience. There are moments when Shi Ji can even be distracted and realize that a hand is slapping him on the head.
Shi Ji held the pen and instinctively sat up a little straighter and more upright.
When he came to his senses, the illusion of that moment had disappeared.
The lounge was exceptionally quiet, with him being the only one there. The desk lamp was quietly on, illuminating the small area in front of him.
The sky had already darkened, and the wingman landed silently on the tarmac outside the window.
Shi Ji put away the reflection summary he had just written. He sat for a while, watching the data fluctuate slightly, and tried to contact Yu Tang in his sea of consciousness.
Yu Tang had just fought a fierce battle with the anti-OOC system and was very sleepy. He hugged a blanket and buried himself in a pile of pillows and asked the system: "What did little S7 say?"
"Ask us... if he can get some sleep."
The system identified the military encrypted communication sent back by Shi Ji: "He wanted to express his gratitude to us, but this program only allows him to completely obey one person at a time and does not allow him to have too much communication with others. He is afraid of continuing to increase his workload..."
"You're welcome." Yu Tang replied succinctly. He turned over and casually offered, "Give me a small shell. I want a nice-looking one."
The system helped to pass the message back, and not long after, Shi Ji's data received a response.
In the sea of consciousness, Shi Ji very carefully laid out for him one by one all the shells he had collected in the past six months.
It was arranged neatly, horizontally and vertically without any error, as if it had been measured with a ruler.
Yu Tang sat up.
He had a hunch that if he blew the whistle again, the shells would automatically line up at attention, shouting slogans and marching across their own sand.
"... Ask him." Yu Tang said, "These past few days, when I woke up every morning, all the quilts in my mind were folded into a standard shape, and the pillows were piled two meters high and sorted by color. Was it him who did it?"
"I have to put the pillows back in place every day. That quilt looks like it has mutated. I don't even dare to use it."
Yu Tang: "I'm ready to order anti-virus software to kill the virus for the consciousness sea."
system:"… "
Shi Ji's data: "…"
Yu Tang had downloaded many hacker programs these days. Every day when he returned to his sea of consciousness and looked at the scene that looked like a military parade, he always thought that he had accidentally downloaded some one-click installation package.
In the bright and clean sea of consciousness, Yu Tang had already bumped into the glass three times. He rubbed his forehead and patiently discussed with Shi Ji: "You don't need to help me tidy up... If you really want to express your feelings, you can find time to bake a cake for me."
The data stream lit up slightly.
Shi Ji's data gave a firm promise.
Before leaving, he brought one thousand and twenty-four shells arranged in rows and columns as a gift of thanks, and placed them neatly in front of Yu Tang.
Yu Tang hugged his blanket and looked at the mysterious formation in front of him: "..."
Yu Tang gave Shi Ji a thank you firework, took out a pair of blindfolds, put them on tightly, and fell back into the circle of pillows.
Really.
Shi Ji calmed down, carefully put away his summary and reflections, stood up with the help of the table, and straightened his discipline buckle.
This was the first time that after a battle, he didn't need to be dragged away by Sheng Yi to play crazy games with Sheng Yi to celebrate his victory, or be scolded for a whole night because of his failure.
Shi Ji stepped on the window sill and climbed out.
He returned to the parked wingman.
During the final exam, most of the wingman was destroyed. Zhan Chen rebuilt the mecha and made some modifications with Shi Ji's consent.
…or shouldn’t be called “editing”.
When Zhan Chen was repairing the plane, he found out that this wingman had been modified before, with its maximum load capacity increased and the ammunition bay doubled.
After this transformation, the original combat performance of the wingman will be greatly weakened, and it will have to rely on the protection of the mecha, which is specially designed to carry twice the amount of ammunition and supplies for the assault mecha.
This type of wingman is jokingly called a "nanny wingman" in the military.
Such a change sacrificed the maneuverability of the wingman, turning a reconnaissance wingman that was originally capable of performing many extremely difficult maneuvers and possessed vector propulsion capabilities into a standard mecha ammunition and supply replenishment depot.
Zhan Chen sought Gu Shiji's advice and repaired the wingman, restoring its original maneuverability.
…
Shi Ji brought a few buckets of water.
He wet the rag and cleaned and wiped the fuselage bit by bit with full concentration.
Sheng Yi often threatened him, saying that this wingman was given to him by his father and he could take it back at any time if he wanted.
That’s exactly what Mr. Sheng said.
Shi Ji still remembers that three months after he woke up, he was taken to the tarmac by Sheng's father for the first time and saw the half-worn wingman.
He heard the blood hitting his veins and something burning inside him.
His emotions could not be controlled and surged, and the implanted program instantly decomposed and disappeared, leaving only the awakened fighting instinct.
Shi Ji stretched out his hand.
He slowly touched the cold metal shell of his wingman and gently pressed his cheek against it.
As today's battle was drawing to a close, the thought suddenly occurred to me when I chose to close my eyes and fly the wingman due to temporary blindness, roaring and completely tearing through the blockade of the program.
This is not the wingman given to him by the Sheng family.
This is his.
…
No one knew that after returning from the insect swarm alone, Shi Ji had tried to merge directly with this wingman according to Father Sheng's order.
But the wingman turned him down.
It was a very rudimentary artificial intelligence, far inferior to what we have now, and it could do little more than follow orders.
…But this one command alone caused the wingman's control panel to suddenly go out of control, flashing an unprecedentedly intense red light.
Shi Ji jumped onto his wingman.
This wingman was modified along with him. It was re-made of the most advanced polymer carbon composite materials, re-equipped with weapons, and all the past paint was erased, as well as the names signed by each teammate on the wings.
But he still recognized it.
His wingman had been waiting for him, waiting for him to return and fly with it.
His wingman was waiting for the pilot, not a smarter, more powerful AI.
Shi Ji lay down in the cabin.
He lay flat on the cold, hard floor and closed all the portholes. The primary intelligent program didn't know what he was going to do, so it executed the command and gently shook the front mirror.
The string of wind chimes tied to it tinkled.
…
Shi Ji slowly explored every corner of the cockpit.
Zhan Chen took the mecha back to organize the data, and ordered Shi Ji to do whatever he wanted tonight.
You can do whatever you want, it's not against the rules.
He could control the evening after the battle completely according to his own wishes.
Shi Ji asked the sea of consciousness softly: "Can I do anything?"
Yu Tang had already fallen asleep, and the system was on duty. With the temporary emergency patch left by Su Xiao, he passed a message to Shi Ji on behalf of Yu Tang: "Anything can be done."
Shi Ji's data fluctuated slightly.
He did not send any more messages.
In the sea of consciousness, the system hesitated for a while, quietly turned on the screen and took a look.
Shi Ji lay quietly in the dark cabin.
He opened his eyes wide, and his eyes, which were usually filled with bright smiles, were especially awkwardly and almost clumsily, tentatively and slowly filled with silent moisture.