This was the first time in ten years that Shi Ji slept so well.
He saw many people in his dream. Those people rubbed his head, talked to him with a smile, secretly gave him snacks, and carried him up.
It was such a good dream that even though the holes only stayed in the dream and disappeared quickly after he woke up, it still made him extremely happy.
Shi Ji woke up from his dream.
He tidied his room, got dressed and walked out of the bedroom. Zhuang Yu just happened to be returning to the dormitory after buying breakfast from the cafeteria.
The table was filled with golden, fragrant and thick millet porridge, refreshing crispy pickles, hot soy milk and buns.
"I went out for a walk and found that the cafeteria conditions are much better than what we had back then."
Zhuang Yu borrowed the dining table in the living room. He buried his head in preparing breakfast and said quickly, "Go wash up and come over to eat."
Shi Ji wanted to help, but Zhuang Yu slapped him on the head and the old man went to the bathroom to wash up.
He couldn't help feeling happy. He was halfway through washing his face when he poked his head out of the bathroom, still dripping wet. "Captain, did you go to school here before?"
"Your deputy captain Nie and I are classmates."
Zhuang Yu: "His father is the dean of your Wingman Academy. He was sent to the Air Force Base, but he was stubborn with Dean Nie and refused to fly a wingman no matter what. He insisted on flying a mecha."
Zhuang Yu knew that he probably didn't remember, so he opened the empty disposable environmentally friendly bowl and poured the millet porridge into it: "The deputy captain of the special operations team is called Nie Chi. He and I are partners, and he is my mecha operator."
Shi Ji recited it silently and memorized it carefully: "I will help the captain to find it."
Zhuang Yu took a towel and threw it on his head: "Concentrate on the training first. If you can't get first place, your captain's men will be thrown all the way to the military meeting room."
Shi Ji's eyes narrowed.
He had been reformed for a long time, but he was still as quiet and silent as before, but a bright and clear color could be seen in his eyes.
Zhuang Yu also smiled. He thought about Shi Ji's life over the years. When he saw the walking stick placed next to the sink, his heart suddenly sank silently.
S7's leg is still injured.
Even though Yu Tang sent a message back specifically promising to cure Shi Ji's leg injury, the hideous scar had already remained.
The military court just started to rule on this case last night. President Nie stayed to attend the trial and sent over all the details and the results of the interrogation.
Those who broke Shi Ji's legs and even planned to harm Shi Ji further were permanently expelled from the army and sentenced according to the law as the principal and the accomplice. Dean Nie sent back the trial record and told him that the matter had not been fully investigated and the culprit had not received the punishment he deserved.
…the father and son of the Sheng family.
Zhuang Yu's expression turned cold. He didn't intend to mention this matter to S7 again, so he turned around and went back to the living room.
Shi Ji wiped his face, shook off the water on the ends of his hair, and when he turned around, no one was there: "Captain?"
"The room is a bit messy, I'll clean it up." Zhuang Yu said in the living room, "Come over to eat after you're done, and then we'll go to the hospital for a checkup."
Shi Ji responded.
He didn't go out immediately. He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror.
…
Without Yu Tang's instructions, he knew that even though he had to go to the hospital, some things should not be reported right away.
For example, when he first took over, he had already destroyed most of his autonomous consciousness in this body, leaving only a few remnants of his original nature.
If Mr. Yu had not found his lost particles from the eye of the storm and slowly completed his data, he might not have been able to recognize the captain even if he saw Zhuang Yu again.
The captain was just a little happy, but he was no longer happy because of him.
Shi Ji was still a little uncomfortable with Yu Tang's absence. He took the cane leaning against the side and tried to make a call in his mind: "Mr. Yu, Mr. Yu."
Yu Tang responded quickly: "I can hear you."
On the screen, Yu Tang's picture popped up: "I came to the archives room to check some information. Their firewall is a bit complicated."
He bit a lollipop, his words were a little unclear, mixed with the crisp sound of typing on the keyboard: "I'll give you a day off today, go out and have some fun with your captain..."
Shi Ji wanted to help in any way he could: "Which archive room? The captain and I can look for the access permissions."
"The military department." Yu Tang raised his head and took a look. "The S-level sealed archive has been destroyed and the encrypted backup files have been destroyed."
Shi Ji: “…”
"It's faster for me to bypass their firewall than to look for permissions."
Yu Tang said: "You have a more difficult task."
Shi Ji was stunned: "What?"
Yu Tang: "Before leaving, I forgot to tell Captain Zhuang that my pillows are not messy, but a group of messy and beautiful post-modern art sculptures with the theme of "Wool Nest".
Yu Tang: "I'm very worried. Please go to the living room and tell your captain."
Shi Ji had already asked not to tidy up the internal affairs of the sea of consciousness. He nodded and walked quickly to the living room: "Captain—"
Zhuang Yu really wanted to help in whatever way he could, so he just mopped the floor in the living room, wiped the windows, rolled up his sleeves, and looked up from the pillow that was made a mess by the mecha model.
Shi Ji: “…”
Yu Tang: “…”
Yu Tang: "Where is my Dolphin mecha?"
"Host, host." The system held bubble gum and flashed a small red light to try its best to coax the host. "The alarm has been bought. We also bought a notice board, disposable setting water, the latest developed memory material, and a highly transparent organic glass cover..."
In the living room, Shi Ji threw away his cane.
He supported himself with one foot on the edge of the table, using the force to swiftly pass the sofa, and at the last second stopped the captain who was about to rearrange the pillows.
Zhuang Yu stretched out his hand and caught the agile deputy observer who fell from the sky. He didn't even look like he had injured his leg. He put him down on the ground and asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's a sculpture, Captain."
Shi Ji tried his best to recall: "…postmodern art, messy beauty, fluff."
Zhuang Yu: “?”
Zhuang Yu had just seen a mecha model throwing these pillows around. He thought it was a robot made by Zhan Chen that suddenly lost control. He took two steps back and took a closer look: "Is this art?"
Shi Ji nodded and succinctly conveyed Mr. Yu's opinion: "Except for Senior Zhan, no one can move."
Zhuang Yu didn't quite understand postmodern art, but he didn't have time to care about it for the time being as there were other things that concerned him more.
Zhuang Yu pulled Shi Ji and asked him to sit on the rattan chair, then he carefully massaged his left leg inch by inch.
"Does it hurt?" Zhuang Yu frowned. "Have you ever done this kind of movement? Are your daily activities restricted? Will the patella be dislocated when you run or jump?"
After learning about Shi Ji's injury, Zhuang Yu looked through all the information on cruciate ligament tears and contacted all the top surgical experts in the league.
He couldn't bear to scold her last night, but today he couldn't help it anymore and spoke even more harshly: "How did I scold you?!"
"Your legs are the most important thing. Why would you let yourself get hurt like this? Do you really think no one will care if you get hurt?"
Zhuang Yu rebuked him in a deep voice: "If you, Deputy Captain Nie, were here, those bastards' legs would be dislocated! The instructor will punish you to write a 20,000-word self-criticism, and Team Doctor Sui can't save you..."
He trained himself for a long time, but didn't hear Shi Ji's response. He was a little nervous and raised his head: "Does it hurt a lot?"
Shi Ji sat properly.
His face was slightly pale, but his eyes were extremely serious. He shook his head gently: "It doesn't hurt... Captain, curse a few more times."
Zhuang Yu: “…”
When I saw how Shi Ji defended the pillow just now, I knew that the light did not deceive him.
It was the first time that Zhuang Yu heard such a request. He stood up uncomfortably and gave a fake kick: "Go eat. If you keep dawdling, I'll eat up the whole table."
The corners of Shi Ji's pale lips curled up instead.
He stood up and promised word for word with great seriousness: "Captain, I'll take first place and come home to find you."
Shi Ji: "I want to get better, I want to join the sharp knife team, I want to be the blade."
Zhuang Yu's figure paused unconsciously.
He turned his back, clenched his teeth and said nothing, took a deep breath, and exhaled as long as he could.
He looked at the pillows on the sofa and cleared his throat: "…These artists are so weird nowadays."
Shi Ji shifted his attention, blinked, and looked over.
Zhuang Yu wiped his face vigorously, picked up the little kid who was studying the pillow seriously, walked over a few steps, and placed him next to the dining table.
After waking him up from the sleeping cabin and bringing him back to the Sheng family, Shi Ji took him out for the first time and had a great time playing all day long.
Zhuang Yu changed into casual clothes. He accompanied S7 to feed the dolphins that were obsessed with chasing small fish. He took everyone to the amusement park, rode a roller coaster and a bungee jumping machine that were not exciting at all, and ate popcorn and cola-flavored popsicles.
Zhuang Yu led the deputy inspector to the night market, won the fist-fighting and ring-tossing games in the entire night market, and went to eat roasted sweet potatoes and maocai with a sack of prizes.
The maocai is freshly cooked and very clean. The green vegetables, bean sprouts and lettuce are rolling in the red soup, bubbling hot, the meat slices are evenly cut, and the sesame seeds mixed with red oil are poured down hot and spicy, which is very fragrant.
Zhuang Yu didn't like spicy food. Looking at the little observer eating contentedly with his eyes narrowed, he quietly went out and bought him a can of iced Coke.
…
After eating and drinking to their heart’s content and having fun, Zhuang Yu took the people back to the dormitory where he was staying in the military academy.
He sat by the bed for a long time, waiting until S7 fell asleep holding the dolphin pillow he brought specially, then he quietly got up and went to the apron specially used for parking wingmen and mechas.
It was already very late, but there were still people on the tarmac.
Under the bright searchlight, the mechas and wingmen stood silently. Zhan Chen was sitting on a wooden frame, doing the final modification of the "Dolphin". When he saw him coming, he nodded and said hello.
Zhuang Yu put down the maintenance equipment and walked to Shi Ji's wingman.
"I know... you have completed the inspection."
Zhuang Yu didn't expect to see Zhan Chen here. He hesitated and explained in a low voice: "I don't doubt your ability, I just-"
"I know." Zhan Chen smiled, "This mecha has been completely overhauled, but I still want to take another look."
There is no other reason, and it’s not that I’m worried.
I just can't sleep.
We have missed each other for too long, and let the other person walk alone for so long, so we want to find ways to make up for those parts that should have been supported and shared by someone long ago.
Zhuang Yu opened the back panel of the wingman. He carefully checked every section of the line and retightened all the loose screws.
In the empty tarmac, the only sound could be heard: the sound of wheels hitting metal.
Zhan Chen completed the final modification work. He jumped down from the wooden frame and picked up the tools scattered on the ground.
Zhuang Yu tightened the last screw and was silent for a few minutes before finally speaking: "Do you know Zhan Shilin?"
Zhan Chen stopped.
Zhuang Yu had already learned the name of the light from S7. He put down the lever and looked up at Zhan Chen: "Yu Tang has been looking for this person for a long time... Longer than me."
Zhan Chen turned back and met Zhuang Yu’s scrutiny.
His expression was still calm. After standing for a moment, a helpless smile appeared between Wen Lang's brows: "He said my name is Zhan Shilin?"
Zhuang Yu was stunned.
"My name is Zhan Chen, and I was temporarily transferred here to carry out the mission."
Zhan Chen said: "I thought he would at most remember it as Zhan Lin, but I didn't expect the order of the words would also be changed."
Zhuang Yu: “…”
"I didn't choose the name well." Zhan Chen said, "The situation at that time... it was difficult to pronounce such a complex word clearly."
Zhan Chen smiled and said, "If he writes these down, I can be considered a good teacher."
He was not a talkative person, but when he talked about these things, his eyes seemed to quiet down for a moment.
I waited in silence for a long time without moving.
The steel shell of the mecha has been rusted by wind and rain for a long time, and even the red tail lights can no longer light up. With just the slightest touch, it will turn into a cold ruin.
Zhan Chen leaned back on the silver mecha.
The moonlight jumped a few times between the shadows of the trees, and slid down along the sharp curve of the blade wing.
Zhan Chen stretched out his hand and caught that bit of pale moonlight.
Learning to search the second tier of the closet for cookies was a pretty good success, but learning to read was an almost bizarre challenge.
But in his eyes, it was just a very soft light.
Apart from being a little naughty, he is obviously very smart, kinder and more honest than humans, and very talkative.
…
"It's getting late." Zhan Chen said, "I have to go back as soon as possible. See you at the training ground tomorrow."
Zhuang Yu: "Is there something urgent?"
Zhan Chen nodded: "It's urgent, I have to go back and make a pillow."
Zhan Chen paused and suppressed his smile: "He always felt that someone had moved the pillow on the sofa, and he spent the whole night studying it... If I don't go back, some people will be worried and unable to sleep."
Zhuang Yu: “…”
Zhan Chen stopped and asked: "Anything else?"
Zhuang Yu: "Are you an artist? A postmodern artist..."
Zhan Chen: “?”
"… fine."
Zhuang Yu rubbed his forehead and said, "Please apologize on my behalf. I didn't know it was his personal property. I won't touch it again."
Zhuang Yu did not waste any more time on Zhan Chen. He came over to help and put all the maintenance equipment back in place.
Zhuang Yu handed him the repair box and couldn't help but ask: "Your... artwork, what's the meaning?"
Zhan Chen coughed twice and shook his head: "No."
Zhan Chen said: "I just feel comfortable leaving it like that."
To humans, it may indeed seem a little messy and in urgent need of tidying up.
But it's just right for a ball of light.
It is a very comfortable and safe nest where you can hide away from being disturbed, yet you can also peek out a little to observe the world.
…
Zhan Chen said goodbye to Zhuang Yu.
Without further delay, he went straight back to the dormitory, opened the door quietly, and walked into the living room where a light was still on.
The system was sleeping in the mecha model and had already learned to cooperate. It didn't need Senior Zhan to wake it. When it saw him come in, it turned off the horn and flashed the red light twice.
Zhan Chen nodded slightly.
There was a warm ball of pale yellow light on the sofa.
Yu Tang wanted Shi Ji to have a good time for the whole day, so he forcibly withdrew from the sea of consciousness and left his entire body to Shi Ji.
The data of temporary students could not support it for too long. Yu Tang had been fighting with the anti-OOC program these days, and his consciousness had been running around. He was already very tired. In the extremely familiar environment, he simply returned to his original state.
Because it couldn't adjust back to the most comfortable pillow mode, the ball of light looked a little depressed, curled up in a ball with a small blanket, not moving at all.
Zhan Chen walked over, squatted in front of the sofa, and gently touched the small ball of light.
Whether he was Zhan Shilin or not - this was a question that Yu Tang still hadn't thought about.
In the part that he did not have time to participate in, the electronic storm swallowed up an almost unbelievable amount of information at one time, and after a long period of dormancy, it completed an amazing self-evolution.
With Yu Tang's keen insight, he could not fail to notice his identity.
But Yu Tang never criticized him.
As if knowing that he had some reasons that could not be explained for the time being, Yu Tang was never in a hurry to confirm it. In his sea of consciousness, he still focused on completing the task and did what he was supposed to do meticulously, but he had developed some more habits without noticing.
Every night, Yu Tang would curl up in the rattan chair and work with him. Every morning, Yu Tang would follow him half asleep and half awake, yawning, waiting for his hot milk and biscuits.
Zhan Chen rearranged the pillows on the sofa, put the small blanket in, and laid it out carefully.
Zhan Chen sat cross-legged on the ground.
He turned sideways to let the moonlight in through the gap in the curtains, and stretched out one leg.
The warm ball of light was drowsy and blended skillfully into the silvery moonlight. It borrowed strength from his legs, buried its head in the pile of pillows, arched back and forth, and finally fell into a deep and comfortable sleep.
Zhan Chen still sat on the sofa. He reached into his pocket, took out a shiny button, and placed it together with a bag of butter-flavored popcorn in the fort made of pillows.
He piled up the last pillow, helped seal the hole, and stood up.
In tomorrow's exercise, the role of "Logistics Genius Senior" is only a mecha maker. He will only let the Dolphin participate in the battle, but will not go to the battlefield together.
He originally considered temporarily importing his data into the Dolphin and going with Yu Tang.
But this will undoubtedly leave hidden dangers.
The intelligent control AI system of "Dolphin" was written by Yu Tang himself. If he is present at the same time, it will more or less affect the operation of the AI system.
This exercise is a preview of future wars. The insect swarm is about to hit, and Shi Ji will soon be taking his mecha into battle. For an intelligent AI with the ability to learn, the experience of this kind of exercise is extremely valuable, and the "Dolphin" will grow to the maximum extent in this battle.
When they leave this book, they must leave a sufficiently reliable mecha for S7.
Zhan Chen took the mecha model off the sofa, and he stepped back into the corridor, tapping twice.
The system turned up the volume a little: "Hello, please —"
"Hello." Zhan Chen said, "I am the mall manager of Chuanshuju."
Zhan Chen: "Your host participated in the new store opening investment promotion event and won a chance to win a prize."
The system knew about this and had long thought that Zhan Chen must be from the supervisory department. It happily flashed a small red light: "I know! We can draw a lot of things, including 5 days of galaxy surfing, 13 days of black hole exploration, and 72 hours of optional vacation..."
Zhan Chen: "You have drawn a 72-hour vacation of your choice."
system:"?"
The system hesitated: "But we haven't drawn yet..."
"It's an automatic lottery. Once it's generated, it will be drawn automatically."
Zhan Chen: "Congratulations to you and your host."
The system was half happy and half worried, a little hesitant, and flashed a small red light: "But don't these lotteries take effect immediately?"
When we were receiving professional training from Chuanshuju, we were also very enthusiastic about lotteries.
Unfortunately, there is no setting for the operation value in the factory settings of the data. The systems are so stubborn that they have not even been able to draw a consolation prize for participation.
The system was addicted to watching the lottery videos every day and was very familiar with the prizes: "72 hours of optional vacation means that the host and the system can choose one and take three days off."
In Chuanshuju, this award is basically set up specifically for the host.
Once a host draws a 72-hour optional vacation, they can let the system take over their role and enjoy a three-day and three-night vacation without any restrictions. For hosts who are dominated by work, this is a reward worth looking forward to.
The only problem is that these 72 hours are effective immediately.
In other words, when the prize is drawn, you will automatically enter a three-day holiday of your choice.
"Our situation... Without the host here, it will be difficult to complete the mission in the next three days."
The system really wants the host to have a good rest, but the exercise is imminent. Once Yu Tang is not there, the anti-OOC program implanted in Shi Ji's brain can counterattack at any time.
The exercise completely simulates a real battlefield, allowing for real deaths, and the battle situation changes rapidly. This kind of counterattack is likely to lead to unimaginable tragic consequences.
System: "Can you please make some concessions? Delay the vacation for a few days. Once this exercise is over, the host can go on vacation."
Zhan Chen shook his head: "Even the staff of the supervision department who are responsible for the mall need to strictly follow the regulations to perform their tasks."
Zhan Chen: "The situation is special. If your host does not leave, you will need to take his place and enjoy the 72-hour vacation."
The system was stunned: "What about my host?"
"The host needs the assistance of the system. Without the system, the host will lose contact with the headquarters!"
The system was a little afraid that this was a punishment from the supervisory department for Yu Tang, and it waved its mechanical arm vigilantly: "We are carrying out the mission within the rules! Although we have taken advantage of some loopholes, OOCSed some characters, and changed the plot development a little, we have not violated the regulations..."
Zhan Chen nodded and said, "I know, so I will temporarily take over the relevant work for you and assist your host."
system:"?"
system:"??"
“One-stop service.”
Zhan Chen: "This is also one of the jobs of the mall manager."
The system did not think that this was the job of the mall manager, so it manipulated the mecha model and wanted to jump up and hit the manager's toes. However, as soon as it struggled, it was suddenly stunned in the data stream imported by Zhan Chen.
The system flashed a small red light hesitantly.
… a marking code that identifies the manufacturer of the product.
"Thank you for your hard work." Zhan Chen said gently, "You did a great job."
Zhan Chen: "Can I protect him for 72 hours?"