The real-time navigation map of the mecha "Beijing" showed a blank space. At this time, the channel they passed was an underground channel that was not on the map. It was opened up by countless smugglers who traveled through the eighth galaxy, which means, There is no security on this route.
"Beijing" was the name of Lin Jingheng's little mecha.
Generally speaking, only heavy mechas like Zhanlu have their own names and numbers. Small mechas with the same model can only be regarded as small insects in the vast universe, without artificial intelligence, of course not. A name is required. Lu Bixing insisted on calling it "Beijing", as if borrowing the last mecha on the Beijing β star to commemorate the place they couldn't go back to.
Huang Jingshu knelt in the corner of the training room and opened a small window the size of a slap on the bulkhead. She looked out through the small window, and it was still dark outside. There are no companions, and no celestial bodies in sight—in interstellar travel, gravity is sometimes deadly, and the passageway avoids the orbits of large celestial bodies.
Only very occasionally, the mecha will crash into some space dust. Those tiny dust floats and rotates, reflecting the light of distant stars. From a distance, it looks like a layer of veil with a faint halo, as thin as a cicada. Wing-like.
They have been walking on the underground channel for nearly a month, during which they have experienced several non-emergency jumps, and Huang Jingshu has gradually been able to endure the feeling that the five internal organs are about to be squeezed out.
In addition, the environment around the mecha has always been such an environment, neither exciting nor thrilling, making people feel that this boundless loneliness is the norm.
The war between the Alliance and the Interstellar Pirates, the mad Prince Gloria, and the ashes of the homeland seem to be nothing more than a bizarre dream.
These backward students from backward areas did not acquire special talents because of their special experiences, and they were still just a bunch of useless burdens.
There is a simulated mech in the training room, and a simulated miniature fine net is installed. They have been training for a month, but no one has been able to successfully access it.
White is a weak chicken. Whether it is physical fitness or weightlessness, he is at the bottom of all his classmates. So far, he can directly pump through the simulated mecha.
The stupid big man in cockfighting has a great body and eats everything deliciously, but his intellectual growth is really not very gratifying. He lacks the basic level of basic education, and he is semi-literate. Not to mention teaching him any sophisticated technology, even making him find it difficult to read the manual of a small appliance, accompanied by behavioral obstacles such as concentration and violent tendencies.
If the above two people have problems, but they can be solved slowly, the situation of Mint is not so simple.
She has a certain degree of darkness phobia. In the past, whether in an orphanage or a girls' dormitory, she did not live alone, so the symptoms were not obvious, but once connected to the fine net, the human senses will be shared with the mecha senses in the universe. Just like normal people will focus most of their attention on the environment outside the body, if they don’t deliberately, they won’t pay attention to their heartbeat and breathing, people who have just connected to the mecha network will also be surrounded by a lot of information outside the body— The dark cosmic environment brought a huge amount of stress to her. It took less than five seconds to connect to the fine network, and she started screaming and crying, sweating, and her heart and lung functions were so disordered that she almost needed drug intervention.
As for her Huang Jingshu—empty brain disease is empty brain disease, so far, her match with Jingwang has not reached 30%, and the reason is unknown.
With a soft click from the ring, someone opened a beer next to her, and the smell wafted over. Huang Jingshu turned her head: "Mr. Lu."
Lu Bixing took out a paper cup and poured half a cup for her: "This is Lin's previous stock, it is estimated that his subordinates put it casually. They don't know that he doesn't like to drink this. I think it is almost expired."
Huang Jingshu said half-deadly, "No one's drinking is about to expire, you are still so stingy, can't you just get me a can?"
"It's good to give you half a cup, children, how can I get used to you?" Lu Bixing stretched out his hand, "Pour it back for me if you don't drink it."
Huang Jingshu quickly took the paper cup away.
After waiting for her to drink almost, Lu Bixing broke the silence: "Yesterday's homework error rate was very high, and there were plagiarism marks in the essay questions. The whole thing was very perfunctory. There was no such situation before, why?"
Huang Jingshu: "How do you know I copied it?"
"I won't give students a list of extended books that I haven't read. You guys are ignorant, and obviously you don't have the habit of taking the initiative." Lu Bixing leaned against the wall on the side of the training room, his posture was very relaxed, but He didn't seem to be arrogant, "So I know which book and paragraph you copied, what's new?"
Huang Jingshu, the dead pig, bowed his head not afraid of the boiling water: "Oh, then you can deduct my points."
Lu Bixing glanced at her and waited patiently for his next words.
Huang Jingshu drank the remaining beer in the paper cup in one gulp, and the little sister wiped her mouth with style: "Mr. Lu, some things can't be done with hard work, people are different - some people are born lacking. Arms are broken and legs are broken. Some people are destined to achieve nothing and to be eliminated. This is the case with me and several of us. When they leave the factory, they are substandard products. Sorry, Mr. Lu, teach us how to operate the mecha, which is better than training a hamster to drill a fire ring. Is it difficult?"
Lu Bixing was noncommittal: "The hamster drilling the fire ring has no ornamental value."
"But since the war has started, people who don't know how to operate mechas will have a hard time surviving in space in the future, right? We don't know what will happen in the future. We can't be trash all our lives and depend on others all our lives." Huang Jingshu calmly Said, "Mecha operation requires strong physical and psychological qualities, smart enough, and no genetic defects. Don't you think this is also a natural selection - eliminate those who are defective and save only the correct ones."
"Well," Lu Bixing raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Teacher is a little surprised to hear you say that."
Huang Jingshu pouted: "'It's not that you are not talented enough, it's just that you are not working hard enough, and you need to pay attention to your learning methods'—do you mean to say that? Mr. Lu, your teacher's lines haven't changed for hundreds of thousands of years, right? "
"No, I want to say, I always thought that only more introverted young people can think about life and society. I didn't expect your hobby to be fighting in groups with beer bottles." Lu Bixing said, "So this kind of inquiry is One of the common abilities of human beings after entering adolescence. I can't see that you are still an old and simple 'social Darwinism', advocating the survival of the fittest."
Huang Jingshu: ""
Although I didn't understand it, I always felt that it was not a good word.
"The evolution of human society and species is a process that is too long and too complicated. When you rely on your own life experience for more than ten years to observe and judge it, it is like looking at a leopard." Lu Bixing said casually, "I said on the first day of school that the world is changing too fast, and maybe it will be turned upside down every ten years. Can you accurately predict what the next ten years will be like? You will have hundreds of thousands in your life. If you can't even predict the next decade, why do you think you can define what is flawed and what is right?"
Huang Jingshu was speechless.
Lu Bixing took a slow sip of the beer: "Little girl film - as far as I know, there is no evidence that the empty brain can't feel the Jingwang, there is a lack of talent, you can choose other development after fully understanding yourself and the mecha. The direction, not the entry is a little slower than others, and then escapes. You can ask General Lin if you have the opportunity, even in the Silver Fortress, not everyone has the same energy as him. "
When he lost his voice, he heard Lin Jingheng's answer on the broadcast in the training room: "Of course not. Except for the front-line combatants, Silver Fortress has no rigid requirements for energy level."
Lu Bixing was caught off guard, and a sip of beer almost choked into his lungs.
Isn't it said that the underground channel is in danger? Why does the driver still have the leisure to eavesdrop on him educating the little girl
Lu Bixing had an illusion for a while, as if Lin's gray eyes were everywhere, paying attention to him all the time. The beer he drank just now seemed to have a few pounds of chicken feathers mixed in. His throat was dry and itchy, so he quickly cleared it and changed his posture: "Didn't you say that you are about to approach the supply of the underground channel?"
Lin Jingheng: "According to your map, the voyage is about a day or two away."
The airtightness of the training room is very good. If the door is closed, there will be a slight echo inside, and the sound on the radio seems to be close to human ears.
Lu Bixing was slightly excited, pushed open the door and walked out.
In the stairwell at the entrance of the training room, you can see the bottom of the mecha condescendingly, and there is a huge underground channel map at the bottom, a three-dimensional picture.
The interstellar route is not like a highway on the ground. It cannot be stationary there. The route map is also rotating and transforming regularly. The dense coordinates are dazzling and complex enough to make the cockfighting classmates cry.
Lin Jingheng was on the map of the waterway, and the small bright spots that kept spinning across his clothes, sometimes illuminating his face, looked a little dreamy from a distance. Lu Bixing found that this person was dressed in a lazy and casual manner, but his casual demeanor would bring out the uprightness and uprightness of many soldiers, mixed with a certain abnormally contradictory temperament. His iris is gray, and the color of his hair is not particularly black. If you look carefully under the light, it is slightly lighter. Each of the facial features can be tasted for a long time when you take it apart. , just remember a cold face.
Lu Bixing had known him for more than five years, and for the first time found that he had not seen enough.
"General," Lu Bixing skillfully made a suave shape and leaned against the railing, "When you were in the Silver Fortress, how many confession letters did you receive every year?"
Lin Jingheng was stunned for a moment, and seemed a little stunned.
Zhan Lu interjected next to him: "The general's mailbox has a screening function and does not accept emails from unknown sources, but in the public mailbox of the Silver Fortress, there are hundreds of emails written to you every day, especially if you openly refuse. After Miss Evgenia."
Lin Jingheng: "Why don't I know?"
"There is no important information, the chief guard and the secretary will handle it for you after screening," Zhan Lu replied with a stern look, as if broadcasting a news broadcast, "According to statistics, about half of the emails are scolding you for hurting women's feelings, and others Half are passionate confessions, claiming 'whether you're an impotent violent freak or a perverted frigid, they'll love your face as always'."
Lin Jingheng: ""
"Yes, some are very impolite," Zhan Lu said with reason, "but statistics show that people are indeed more likely to make impolite and uncivilized remarks when facing public figures, and they do not represent society. Bad vibes."
Lin Jingheng: "Stand at attention, shut up."
The artificial intelligence faithfully executed the order and became a mute in situ.
Lu Bixing interjected, "Why are you so fierce, and you can't be praised for being handsome?"
Lin Jingheng waved his hand, and scolded not too annoyed and not too sternly: "Nonsense, do you have nothing to do? If you have nothing to do, go check your weapons and equipment."
Lu Bixing licked his dry lips, squashed the empty beer can, stuffed it into the mecha's garbage disposal, and went obediently, feeling that the words he just said sounded like a tease.
"That way he's not angry." Lu Bixing, like an experimenter full of exploration spirits, secretly memorized it, as if it had become a small adventure. He was a little excited for no reason, and went to work happily.
Half an hour later, the mecha Beijing suddenly detected a communication signal - someone nearby, they touched the edge of this underground world!
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