At four o'clock in the morning, Lin Jingheng effectively rested for four hours, then got up and handed over the drawn military waterway map to Zhan Lu. The artificial intelligence performed the final calibration, and he went directly to high-intensity physical recovery training.
An hour and a half later, he sweated profusely, and through the fine net, he saw the deflated Three Self-Defense Forces who were pounding him like a sheep on Saturday, and began to run in circles around the mecha. While running and screaming, I couldn't make out what brainwashing slogans were being shouted.
Lin Jingheng glanced at the watch and found that these people actually copied the schedule of the Ten Silver Guards.
He took a cold shower indifferently, stuffed a nutritious meal into his stomach perfunctorily—when training for physical fitness, in conjunction with the amount of exercise, nutritional intake must be strictly and precisely controlled. Ordinary food cannot be so precise, only Eat specially prepared nutritious meals.
The low-quality compressed nutrition meal can also have some flavors. The one he eats has nothing but a very light salty taste. The color and flavor are not good.
After eating, the four are empty, and there is no love for life.
Lin Jingheng changed his clothes and put it on, walked quickly through the morning light of the base, and walked towards the mecha to send and receive. He needed to collect the data of the high-energy particle flow through the border to reverse the firepower of Prince Gloria's bombing of Egret Star.
On Saturday, who was leading people for a morning run, he saw him from a distance, expressing his intentions, and hurriedly kicked the next holiday.
During the holiday, he staggered and shouted like a conch: "One, two!"
The deflated three were sweating profusely, their necks twitched, and followed the conch howled a few times.
Satisfied: "Didn't you have enough to eat!"
The self-defense team members he forcibly pulled over ran for less than three kilometers. The team dragged two miles on the ground, dragging their feet weakly. They ran in different postures and shapes, and they all seemed to be fed on rat medicine.
Saturday's fire: "Shout again! Louder!"
The self-defense team members dragged Lao Dan's singing voice, and babbled: "Auntie--Ah-ah-"
Lin Jingheng walked through the shriveled three groups of ghosts and wolves without raising his head, and got on the elevator of the mecha.
The elevator door closed, but the buttons didn't respond. Lin Jingheng frowned, and a head-scratching voice came from the elevator announcement: "Welcome to the intelligent voice elevator, to open the elevator, please greet each other with the elevator first - good morning, Mr. Lin ."
Lin Jingheng: ""
The "Elevator" prompt says: "It is recommended that you answer, 'Good morning, dear elevator baby'."
The corner of Lin Jingheng's eyes jumped a few times, directly transferred the management authority of the base from the personal terminal, and forcibly started the elevator from the background.
"Okay, I know you said that in your heart uh, beep—"
Lin Jingheng muted the elevator announcement again.
As soon as the elevator door opened, Lu Bixing waited and caught him at the door of the main control room of the mecha.
Lu Bixing is usually a person who pays attention to his image. Today, I don't know what medicine he took wrong, and he became more and more serious. Give him a light, and he will be able to walk on the stage: "Being a person must have a sense of humor and entertainment, general, you have a day. Don't you feel that life is very boring and a lot less happy when you are so serious at night?"
Lin Jingheng couldn't afford to offend him, so he walked around him without looking sideways, and walked into the main control room: "I don't think so."
Lu Bixing chased after him: "You have nothing to do, other than drinking and staring in a daze, don't you have any entertainment?"
Lin Jingheng said: "There is some entertainment."
The four students got up very early and gathered in the main control room. They were sitting around a round table. They didn't know what they were doing. Various calculation screens shot out from the four people's personal terminals and floated into the air. Everywhere, there is a simple breakfast on the table.
Seeing Lin Jingheng, the four teenagers subconsciously stood up collectively, and White hurriedly swallowed the bread in his mouth.
Lin Jingheng gave them a cold nod and walked straight to the database.
Lu Bixing grabbed his elbow and said, "Retrieve the data of high-energy particle flow, right? Come on, boys, the people who check your homework are here. Come here and report the analysis report of the attack on Egret Star orally!"
The four students looked at each other, and White almost died from choking on the bread.
Lin Jingheng didn't want to waste time listening to a few students who didn't understand the bullshit, and glared at Lu Bixing with a frown, but Lu Bixing didn't seem to see that he was impatient at all, and gave him a sunny smile without hesitation. The tail has probably been propped up and shaken out of a fan.
Lin Jingheng let out a long breath, and without saying a word, withdrew his elbows, folded his arms over his chest, and was forcibly "checked for homework".
The four students were trembling, and you pushed me for a while. Huang Jingshu, who was used to being a big sister, had to be the first to come forward, her voice was so quiet that it seemed that she had never scolded the street in her life, and she began to read her analysis report in a low voice. : "A week ago, according to reliable information, interstellar pirates attacked the Egret asteroid.
Lin Jingheng interrupted her lightly: "The point."
"Heavy, important?" Huang Jingshu turned back in a panic, "Oh, I used the 'triangulation method' to push back."
Lin Jingheng interrupted her again: "The triangulation method is a theoretical model of the academic school. In order to formulate the formula, it is necessary to eliminate multiple interference terms, which cannot be calculated in practice."
He still remembered that the girl was also called "Jingshu". Because of this name, he was more patient with her. He thought his tone was very soft, "soft", and he even asked, "Did you use another model?"
Huang Jingshu's face turned red all of a sudden, fingers digging at her personal terminal, unable to speak.
Lin Jingheng gave her half a minute, and said: "Next."
White stammered: "I also used triangulation and nested Cruz splits in it"
Lin Jingheng: "Nonsense, next."
"I checked Egret's planetary files and orbits." Mint cleared her throat hard and peeked at Lin Jingheng. Lin Jingheng looked at her condescendingly, her brows furrowed and an expression of being disturbed by the barking of dogs on her face, but fortunately not yet. Interrupting her, Mint gathered up her courage and continued, "The quality of the egret is"
Lin Jingheng: "I know what the quality of the egret is."
Mint: "I modeled several attacks on the Egret star by heavyweight."
Lin Jingheng raised his eyelids: "What simulation did you use?"
Peppermint murmured, "The astronomical calculator."
Lin Jingheng picked up the corners of his mouth with a half-smiling smile: "I recommend you to use a four-calculus calculator for children, which is easier to operate. Next."
The cockfight saw the students smashed into the sand one by one, frightened into a mace standing upright, with a humiliation that was about to cry on his face, and buzzed: "I, I won't."
Lin Jingheng nodded gracefully: "I appreciate your neat style, saving everyone's time."
Said, he made a dismissal gesture to everyone, turned around and walked towards the database in the main control room, ignoring them.
At this time, Lu Bixing finally understood what "pleasures are" - in General Lin's eyes, I am afraid that all the idiots in the world are his pastimes.
He sighed, beckoned to the aggrieved students, and led them to Lin Jingheng.
Lin Jingheng didn't say anything, let them watch, he was very focused and could ignore Lu Bixing's real-time explanation beside him. A dizzying amount of data flows through his personal terminal without even resorting to artificial intelligence.
After all, the first enemy of the Silver Fortress is always the interstellar pirates. Even if he does not know who to fight for, confronting and analyzing the interstellar pirates has almost become his ability.
By the time he came to an end, the sun was already in the west, and the overloaded students walked away in a daze, a porcelain cup passed from the side. Lin Jingheng's eyes didn't leave the personal terminal. He took a sip and found that it was not white water. He put the porcelain cup back into the other party's hand, found a sink and spit it out.
Lu Bixing took a sip from his cup in confusion, but didn't taste any peculiar smell: "What's wrong? Are you not eating sweets, or are you lactose intolerant?"
"It's not that particular," Lin Jingheng poured herself a glass of water, "I'll just drink water."
Lu Bixing's eyes fell on his empty shirt, and he suddenly realized: "Are you controlling your diet and regaining your weight?"
Lin Jingheng didn't have the habit of discussing his body with another man, so he ignored him and turned his back to review his day's results.
He put his hands on the main machine in the main control room of the mecha, his shoulders were slightly raised, showing flat shoulders. waistline.
Lu Bixing's eyes fell, and he couldn't help standing a few steps away. He stretched out his hand for a comparison, forcibly restrained his urge to touch, and he coughed dryly: "Why didn't you think about the pain you feel when you gave yourself a muscle dissolving needle? sin?"
Lin Jingheng: "Why do you talk so much?"
Lu Bixing walked around him, too close, a smell of fruit lingered around, Lin Jingheng hides subconsciously.
Lu Bixing didn't sneak in, so he had to eat the half of the apple he couldn't put in his mouth: "I think it's okay for you to eat less of other things, don't be so harsh on yourself and the world - what do you like to eat? Eat sweets. Spicy? Carnivorous or vegetarian? Are you picky eaters besides not drinking beer?”
Lin Jingheng: ""
I don't know if it's his delusion. Although Lu Bixing was annoying before, but he's very knowledgeable and well-intentioned, and it's still within his tolerance range, and even occasionally - it's close to the occurrence of a meteor shower that can be observed with the naked eye. Probability - he's willing to admit that Lu Bixing is kind of cute.
But recently I don't know if he has put on the "lost and found filter" and is too indulgent to this person. Lin Jingheng feels that this kid is a little bit on his nose.
"Prince Gloria Arisvon's heavy armor firepower is comparable to that of the regular Alliance Army," Lin Jingheng said with a stern face, forcibly changing the topic, "The loading capacity of heavy weapons is much stronger than that of the Alliance, with great destructive power and stronger defense performance. , but I think they may have sacrificed a certain amount of mobility, and the anti-tracking system you proposed earlier will work. If you stay to tell me about it, I'll give you fifteen minutes, if not, give me out."
"It's already set up," Lu Bixing said. "The robots are working overtime. Just send mechas to the outside of the energy tower. It won't delay your business."
Lin Jingheng's expression softened.
Then, I heard Lu Bixing take another sentence: "Lin, do you often frown without laughing because you think you have more temperament when you are serious than when you smile?"
Lin Jingheng pointed to the door and motioned him to kneel.
However, Lu Bixing not only refused to leave, but also dragged a chair over and sat down.
Lin Jingheng was stared at by his curious and exploratory eyes, and he always felt that he had become the protagonist of some kind of weird experiment report: "What else are you doing?"
Lu Bixing felt a familiar challenge from him.
The group of people with the worst characters and the most difficult to get along with in the world seem to have become his students, and in these two points, Lin Jingheng is exceptionally outstanding, but Lu Bixing also likes him very much.
Lu Bixing doubted that he had any inclinations, and he was particularly attracted to people who were not things. He thought about it for a while, feeling that if he answered "chat" at this time, this person would definitely turn around and leave, so he skillfully picked a topic that was easy to take lightly: "What is Votto like?"
Lin Jingheng was stunned, the softest part of his heart seemed to have been pricked with a needle.
Back then, the Lu family was less than two kilometers away from the Union Parliament Building. Climbing on the roof, he could see the fairyland-like forest park behind the Parliament Building. A beloved child who should have been born there, was now asking him what Votto was like. - He even thought that Votto would have crowded bungalows and slums.
Just now, Lin Jingheng was still reflecting on whether he was too indulgent. This would put the thought under his feet again. In a blink of an eye, he forgot how he wanted to hang Lu Bixing and beat him. .
"The population of Votto is very small." Lin Jingheng said carefully, "except for the central shopping plaza, there are almost no high-rise buildings."
"Why?" Lu Bixing asked strangely, "Don't all the big guys like to climb high and look out?"
"There are always people who don't like it. Those who don't like it don't climb high, and of course I don't want others to climb high and spy on me." Lin Jingheng slightly relaxed his tense back, "Everything about Votto is the epitome of the alliance, and the forces of all parties see each other. The result of the balance is that the height of all buildings in Votto, except the central business district, cannot exceed the height of the aerial track. Three-quarters of the land is ornamental plants, and the entire capital star is like a garden park.”
Lu Bixing, a native of the eight-galaxies country bumpkin, has only seen the first galaxy in movies, and has seen a few pictures of Votto in books, most of which are concentrated in the parliament building - Votto is rich and powerful, and many places are forbidden to take pictures— He felt a little unimaginable: "Wouldn't that be inconvenient, I mean living facilities or something?"
"Wotto is different from other places. There is no private land on the capital star. All land is divided according to rank and position, and the area and spacing are regulated. It is better to live sparsely than to wrong anyone. It is rationed, and each area has special service personnel on duty. If you need anything, just use the personal terminal to summon. As long as it is not illegal, they can help you with everything. The air track base is semi-exclusive and the transportation is convenient. No public facilities are needed."
Lu Bixing was first shocked by the wealthy and extravagant desires of the powerful, and then he felt a little guilty, suspecting that he could not support General Lin, who was born in Votto, so he cautiously asked: "Is this the case in your family too?"
Lin Jingheng was silent for a while, then nodded vaguely: "Almost."
The Alliance Admiral has an exclusive mansion, but Lin Jingheng only visited it once on the day it was built. After recording the gene lock, he handed it over to a bunch of robots to take care of it. He can't even remember the address now. Since taking over the Silver Fortress, Lin Jingheng hasn't been on vacation. Occasionally, when he comes to and from Votto, he stays in the reception hotel behind the parliament building for a while, and then leaves after doing business. In fact, Zhanlu mecha is more like his home.
Lu Bixing: "Then you are in this tight base, aren't you aggrieved?"
"Fortunately," Lin Jingheng said, and then added, "It's a bit noisy."
Lu Bixing hesitated for a moment: "Why did you leave the alliance back then? How did you log out of the Eden system?"
Lin Jingheng skipped the first question and said lightly: "Eden is a technology after all, but it's not, there are always loopholes to exploit."
Lu Bixing: "What about your family? Aren't you worried?"
He started from Wotto, approached in a circle, and finally brought the topic to Lin Jingheng naturally. Unfortunately, precious prey is not so easy to catch. It's too personal to ask here, Lin Jingheng pretended not to Hearing this, he avoided answering and asked, "For so many years, the One-Eyed Eagle has not let you leave the Eighth Galaxy?"
Lu Bixing accepted it as soon as he saw it: "Yes, you can't even mention it, it's like I have a wanted order on my head. If I step into the Seven Stars, I will be arrested and brought to justice."
Lin Jingheng: ""
This kid made a nonsense sentence, and he was actually inseparable.
"You didn't run away secretly by yourself?"
"I ran away," Lu Bixing said, "I ran to Beijing Star and met you. In fact, my destination was not Beijing Star. At that time, I accidentally opened your ecological cabin and felt that I was in trouble, so I had to stay and take care of it. You, you stayed for so long, taught a few students, sold the mecha and changed schools, the plan couldn't keep up with the changes, and the great cause of the Touring Alliance died halfway."
Lin Jingheng had doubts in his heart, because Lu Bixing's mecha design was imaginative. Although it was a wild way, he was highly accomplished, and it would not be a problem to eat anywhere. Even if he had no documents and no money, some people were willing to help him solve it. , and this person is so daring, he dares to do human experiments on himself, driving a mecha to the alliance, I'm afraid it can't be considered an adventure for him, Lin Jingheng really can't think of how the one-eyed eagle can trap him in Gloria Star II Ten years.
Lu Bixing put his hands on the back of his head and leaned back with great heart: "Now that I think about it, it would be a pity if I died on the star of Beijing at that time. This life seems to have been in vain."
Nuwa's plan and the terrifying human body graft of Bird Boy were lingering in Lin Jingheng's mind. What have you been doing for more than ten years, just disassembling the mecha?"
Lu Bixing keenly heard the tenseness in his voice, and thought elatedly: "This sultry, spying on my love history is so roundabout."
"I'm still saving fate," he winked at Lin Jingheng, "a little bit every day, won't I meet you after so many years, General."
Lin Jingheng: ""
He always thinks this is weird!
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