Zhan Lu reminded very politely: "Principal Lu, the 'combat effectiveness evaluation standard' officially promulgated by the alliance is a hundred-point system. According to my rough estimation, the evaluation result of the Self-Defense Force is about 5 points. I think your estimates of them are too optimistic."
Lu Bixing forcibly dug out a bit of wisdom and organized a human sentence: "It doesn't matter, hardware is the foundation, and software can be upgraded. We all know this."
Lin Jingheng carefully looked at the young man in front of him, but still couldn't see any resemblance between him and Lu Xin, not even his personality. Although Lu Xin was also a terrible talker, he was actually just a simple poor man. , He is not so smooth in dealing with the world. The first half of his life was too smooth, and he made himself into a radiant legend. Sometimes he was overbearing, his temper came up, and he would ignore it a little bit.
But Lu Bixing was different.
He would stay up in the middle of the night, run around the ragged base, come over early in the morning, not to mention what he wants to do, not to mention the supremacy of human rights who have been sung out of flowers, he just ran here and proposed a The plan, this plan does not even contradict Lin Jingheng's original plan - if the self-defense force's gang of war five scum and star thieves are wiped out as soon as they meet, it will not affect the overall situation, and then you can continue to push the base out as a victim, Do as originally planned.
Maybe just ask for a little extra time grace.
How did he grow up like this
Lin Jingheng couldn't help thinking: "It must be that old persian cat who knows how to spend a lot of time and didn't take good care of him when he was a child."
Lu Bixing's mind was full of wild thoughts. Lin Jingheng's long stare was almost fatal. He hurriedly glanced around, hoping to find something reflective to see if his angle was handsome enough.
However, in Lin Jingheng's view, his actions and attitudes were more like fidgeting cautiously, for fear of causing trouble to others.
"I also said that I want to rebuild a Xinghai Academy for him." Lin Jingheng thought.
He pondered for a moment and made a concession: "The channel information in Spencer's hand is too rough, and if it is not accurate enough during the battle, problems will arise. I need to find out the underground channel, draw a military map, and confirm the location and condition of the two secret warehouses. , began to transfer some materials and armaments, and built a communication network at the base to repair the damaged Chongsan - it will take about three months. After three months, the external communication network will be rolled out and search for Baiyinjiu. Once Baiyinjiu responds , the communication is established, Prince Gloria of the Eighth Galaxy may notice it immediately, do you think this time is enough?"
Lu Bixing-because he was still in a state of death, he took a while to react, and he raised his head abruptly.
"I've given you the authority to manage the base. There's no way out if you don't have enough time. The war is changing rapidly. No one knows what will happen in the next second. No more." Lin Jingheng is a person who won't compromise. Extremely unskilled. He coughed dryly, pretended to be nothing, looked down at Lu Bixing's complicated and headache-inducing design, and waved at Lu Bixing, wanting to send him away.
At this time, Lu Bixing grabbed his hand, and then quickly let go, the palm contact time is very small - it is fine to grab a hand, or to pat the palm of the hand, but the former is a hooligan, the latter is "naive" Innocent friendly celebration". With the accuracy of a scientist, Lu Bixing happened to be stuck in the middle of the two, which almost caused confusion to Zhan Lu's human-computer interaction recognition function.
Lin Jingheng stiffened for a moment. He was not used to being too close to people. Unpredictable physical contact would make him a little uncomfortable, but because he didn't want to appear difficult to get along with, he had to pretend that nothing happened.
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According to incomplete statistics, in 100 love stories, 90 protagonists will have an "allergic reaction" to the inadvertent contact of their sweetheart, and they will try their best to hide their sensitivity when they come back. After Lu Bixing's experiment, he thought that he could almost come to a conclusion. That's what Lin meant.
"What should I do?" He quietly turned around and went out, feeling that his back was three inches taller out of thin air, and walked out as handsomely as he walked on a platform.
"Are you so happy?" Lin Jingheng watched his back, still a little puzzled, "I can't walk well, it's like a big tail sticking up from the back of my butt."
Zhan Lu reminded him: "Sir, I think what will happen in three months, you have not given Principal Lu a detailed explanation and risk warning."
"He knows," Lin Jingheng sighed, stretched out his hand to enlarge the design, covering the table, "I don't know if it's smart or stupid, rotten wood can't be carved, just stuffing a pig into a starship means it can fly? Why don't you understand?"
Zhan Lu thought for a while, and then asked: "Sir, on the way here, you told Miss Huang that the Silver Fortress has no rigid requirements for energy levels - may I ask if you think emptiness is nothing, or is it just for social etiquette? ?"
Lin Jingheng shrugged: "Who knows."
After all, no one in the Alliance had ever seen emptiness, mentally retarded, trash, and anxiety sufferers.
The Alliance Freedom Declaration says that the soul is born noble and everyone is free and equal.
The great alliance is always right - innate human rights, supreme, how can people be divided into high and low because of secular prejudice
Humans are only divided into "useful" and "useless".
The cool mechanical voice of the artificial intelligence sounded: "Okay, just social etiquette, modify the remarks."
"But his concept of a mirror image is quite interesting," Lin Jingheng said casually. "For the sake of concealment, there are often some sections of the underground channel that are deliberately brushed near asteroids and large gravitational sources. In this natural environment, 'guerrillas' 'It's not impossible. The star thieves will set up a multi-layer advance team, and we will also, just so, this self-defense force with flower fists and legs can be used to test the reaction speed of Prince Gloria's guards. Zhan Lu, I need you to collect the Prince Gloria family for me. All the information, do a behavioral pattern analysis in advance”
Reality is cold, and those who can stand still in this coldness need to be colder than reality.
Lu Bi walked out of the Self-Defense Forces building, and many people who didn't know each other passed by and greeted him warmly.
Children who had nothing to do chased and ran around, playing "self-defense force catch pirates", one person pretended to be a self-defense team, caught six "pirates", the little "self-defense team" ran out of breath and was bullied by peers anxiously, "Ow" on the street and cried.
Several real members of the Self-Defense Forces walked past, smelling of alcohol, loudly discussing the strange "illness" of the stinky sister. Within half a minute, a rude rumor was automatically generated and started to spread everywhere. —They said Spencer must have had hemorrhoids.
The big screen in the square had just been repaired the day before, and the next day it started to broadcast a third-level movie. With the sound of the pitch change, the effect was particularly ecstasy. The old man who had gathered to fight the day before threw an apple at Lu Bixing from afar, and pulled it. Po Gong's voice asked: "Expert, when are you going to repair the sound? I think this is a matter of urgency!"
Lu Bixing wiped the peel and called back: "Grandpa, if you have three months left in your life, what are you going to do?"
The old man Huoya replied with a smile: "Fuck - eat - wait - die!"
Lu Bixing nibbled the apple silently, thinking: But you really only have three months left.
An apple gnawed, Lu Bixing came up with a strategy, he wiped his mouth and said, "Public multimedia consumes a lot of electricity, be careful that the base is overloaded."
Said that he took advantage of the management authority he had just obtained from Lin Jingheng to secretly cut off the civilian electricity.
In an instant, except for the administrative building, all the lights went out, the dogs and men on the big screen disappeared in mid-air like a mirage, and the entire base let out a sigh-like "fuck".
"What am I talking about?" Lu Bixing pretended to wave at the people around him, "The base doesn't have so much energy right now for you to squander, watch the movie for three minutes and the power goes out all day, this time it's cool. A piece of abs, what's so good about it? Hurry up and do whatever you want."
"Three minutes" apparently stunned everyone.
The old man Huoya quickly caught up: "You also let everyone watch a three-minute serialization of this kind of film. Is it something that people do!"
Lu Bixing said helplessly: "The infrastructure construction of your base is at this level, what can I do?"
He was soon surrounded by a group of people.
"Aren't you an expert?"
"Hurry up and fix it!"
"Didn't you say yesterday that you want to rush out of the eighth galaxy and flatten the entire universe?"
"Okay, okay, I'll think of a way. There aren't enough maintenance robots in your base. Do you have a mechanic?"
No one responded.
"Okay," Lu Bixing waved his hand, "the line workers, those who have dealt with robots, those who have done maintenance on merchant ships and repaired water pipes and sewers, all come with me."
Residents who had just said they would eat and wait to die heard that they all moved, and all those who had repaired small appliances followed him, like a group of donkeys with carrots tied to their noses. The donkeys were anxious and enthusiastic, and after only half a day, they took the initiative to cooperate with Lu Bixing, registered their own skills, and each received a division of labor.
The education of the eighth galaxy is already very bad, and these interstellar homeless people are even more amazing. Many older people don't even recognize a word, and no one can understand Lu Bixing's energy system transformation plan.
Lu Bixing's mouth was dry, and he found that communication was more difficult than training dogs, so he had to give up and redo a more detailed division of labor, dividing the labor force of the base into several teams, and the limited robots became team leaders, responsible for leading these human idiots. work.
The four students also got their first homework. Lu Bixing asked them to estimate the energy consumption of the entire base before dark, and use it the next day, otherwise they would have to stop work and recalculate.
The students got used to listening to his words and taking him as their backbone. After receiving the instruction, they immediately went to each other to count the numbers, and found that the four people came up with four different magnitudes, connecting the sides. Neither stick.
"Hey, if you can't, just ask Mr. Lu, what about others?" White asked.
"I'm busy modifying the program for repairing the robot, I don't know where it went." Mint dragged her cheeks, looking at the messy data with dizziness, "It will be dark soon, I will be skilled at assembling illegal weapons, you let me do it. Can't I do it?"
Huang Jingshu irritably patted the personal terminal back on her wrist and got up: "I can't figure it out, he hasn't taught it before, so I'll just hand in my homework tomorrow, whoever I love, I'm going to bed."
For this suggestion, Fighting Cock agreed on all fours and followed suit.
At this time, White glanced around and stopped them in a low voice: "Wait, do you know that General Lin only gave it three months?"
The other three were inexplicable: "What three months?"
"Mr. Lu secretly told me this morning," White lowered his voice a little lower, "The Alliance's Silver Legion is nearby. After three months, the supplies will be transferred, and the base and the people on the base will be used as bait. Prince Gloria was attracted, and Mr. Lu said that if the base is still as vulnerable as it is now, then they can only be cannon fodder. These people are either thieves, robbers or smugglers. General Lin will definitely not care whether they live or die. Say it, otherwise they have to riot, and the days are over."
The four students looked at each other for a while.
Cockfighting said: "Being a bait is not necessarily a cannon fodder."
"When you are a bait, you are dead." Huang Jingshu sat back again, "Did you forget Beijing Beta Star?"
Her words fell, and everyone was silent.
Everyone wants to forget Beijing Beta Star, but the tragic memory is indelible no matter what.
"Mr. Lu said that if you want to survive, you must have a minimum defense capability, you must have a combat power that cannot be beaten and run, and you must have a system to hide your coordinates. Base infrastructure and energy supply are the foundation, and you must do it as soon as possible." White quickly Say, "Then watch your life."
At this time, a middle-aged woman who opened a small restaurant in the base came over. Everyone called her "fat sister". White and his classmate who suddenly learned the big secret looked at each other, and they both shut up with a heavy heart.
The fat sister was carrying a dozen lunch boxes in her hands, which were half a foot high and placed heavily in front of several students, scoldingly said, "You idiot teacher is really not a thing, you are messing around with a bunch of stinky hooligans. , I also asked you to mix in a few small things, eat some supper, eat and go to bed quickly."
Fat sister's supper is as rough as hers. She probably treats them as children. She deliberately shaped the buns into the shapes of chickens and rabbits. The "chickens" and "little rabbits" are thin-skinned and stuffed. Half a football is the size of a football, and its face is horribly displayed in the lunch box, which is enough to ward off evil spirits and enter the stomachs of several students.
"Check the personal terminal, Mr. Lu gave me a reference book." As soon as the fat sister left, Mint opened her mouth. She pressed her two index fingers together and rubbed the bridge of her nose a few times, as if she wanted to rub off the redness. Eye rim, "I remember that one is about energy and energy utilization. I don't believe it. I can make up laser guns. I can't figure out a homework problem?"
This is the first time that the students of Xinghai College have learned to read books on their own initiative, rummaging through the things they need, as if the ancient Homo sapiens got down from the tree and began to walk upright towards human society. popular.
The reference book was not friendly. As soon as the arrogant mathematical tool and the arrogant nouns appeared, the four students knelt down together. The four cobblers couldn't stand up to one Zhuge Liang.
Time is precious when it comes to a carefree sleep, and time is cruel to someone whose next day is a dead end.
The energy tower of the base fell and rose again. The scenery at the beginning of the sun was very special. There was no white fish maw in the sky. The night sky began to fade from the direction where the energy tower rose. Then, the sky was like a piece of cloth stained with ink, azure blue. The dense color stretched to the four directions, and after a few minutes, it occupied all the field of vision.
Its daybreak.
Lu Bixing took a nap in the workshop and was alarmed by the noise. He rubbed his eyes and raised his head to see that the mecha group that was overturned by Lin Jingheng outside the base that day was salvaged bit by bit.
The disheveled pilots rolled down from the mecha - they didn't get any injuries, only if the masters made a move, they would die at every turn. To Lin Jingheng, these people could only be regarded as small fences blocking the way, and they were just pushed down. All tails must be required - but despite this, the brutal space battle has brought irreparable psychological trauma to this group of self-defense team members, and the outside is crying and screaming.
The excitement of the crowd turned the disorganized cries into a unified slogan.
Lu Bi walked to the window and listened to them calling Spencer in unison: "Sister stinky! Son of a bitch! I'm leaving the army!"
The young scientist opened the curtains and sighed.
On the second day of the countdown, there are still 90 days before the ashes disappear, and the base is still a hopeless day.
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