Lin Jingheng couldn't figure out what the routine was for a while.
Feeling conscience, Lin Jingheng's not-so-sensitive scriptures can tell that this is a bit ambiguous, but it is not without the possibility of "the speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention".
First, Admiral Lin rarely admires his face and chats with people. Even at this age, he has never experienced "chat" and "ambiguity", and he is not very able to grasp this degree; secondly, Lu Bixing is this person. He is usually familiar and overly lively, and Lin Jingheng is not sure if this is the tone of his speech.
Because Lin Jingheng was stunned for a while and did not answer, leaving Lu Bixing in the air, the atmosphere suddenly became slightly embarrassing.
Lu Bixing coughed dryly: "That"
Lin Jingheng: "you"
They both opened their mouths almost at the same time and closed their mouths at the same time, staring at each other, even more embarrassed.
At this moment, the voice of the guards gathering outside the mecha came from outside the window. A group of self-defense team members who had been training frantically for a day, regardless of gender, age, or child, with a grim face, shouted three times under the command of Saturday. Long live the Self-Defense Forces", hoarsely breaking through the freezing air in the main control room.
Lu Bixing responded quickly, and immediately got off the donkey, forced a "haha" smile, and raised his hand to pat Lin Jingheng's hand at the same time.
Lin Jingheng: ""
"You don't know that kind of ancient legend, right? It's very particular. People who accidentally bump into each other and talk to each other have to hit each other. The first one will get rich luck, and the one who gets beaten will get peach blossom luck," Lu Bixing said with a pun. , "I will share with you some peach luck, no thanks."
After saying this, Lu Bixing didn't dare to look at his expression again, he jumped up and turned around and ran - as if he would be pressed and kissed by a big hooligan if he ran slowly.
"Wait." Lin Jingheng stopped him.
Lu Bixing paused for a while, then looked back nervously and a little expectantly, saw Lin Jingheng avoiding his sight, lowered his head and drank a few sips of plain boiled water, seemed to consider it for a moment, and then said, "That friend of yours brought him outside with him. The one they called out all day."
"Saturday?" Lu Bixing blurted out, "he is"
The three words "heterosexuality" almost blurted out, but Lu Bixing reacted and bit off the words in a thrilling bite, almost embarrassing.
"What?" Lin Jingheng first raised his eyebrows, then waved his hands indifferently, "Whatever he is—I think he probably got a causal relationship wrong, and it's not because of the harsh training that the Ten Silver Guards can become elites. , but because they are elites, they can endure high-intensity training for more than ten hours a day. He confuses this, and the people under his command quickly run away."
Lu Bixing smiled and probed in from the door frame: "General, are you free off-site guidance?"
Lin Jingheng and him spent a long time spitting, talking dry and irritable, it would probably run out of electricity, so they turned back to deaf-mute just right.
Lu Bixing walked without stepping on the ground. If it weren't for the surveillance in the elevator, he would probably be able to dance for his own amusement.
Exploring the relationship between Lin and the unknown, for Lu Bixing, is like the first time he flew out of the atmosphere of Kayleigh and explored space. Even if every step was verified and praised by predecessors, when he approached personally, he still found "It's shallow on paper", every step is thrilling.
Occasional gains can make people excited and get carried away.
However, the base is like a bird's nest under the strong wind and rain, which is precarious. The wet wings may be able to rub a weak temperature, but the main theme is still lightning and thunder.
When Lu Bixing euphemistically conveyed Lin Jingheng's suggestion to Saturday, it didn't go well. Lu Bixing suddenly found out that his chicken soup was probably overcooked.
Objectively speaking, Lin Jingheng's words are not wrong, because long-term and strict self-discipline is not "fine", it is a quality that is not easy to cultivate, and is inseparable from the environment, education, scientific system management and self-management. It's not something that can be changed by shouting "Long live what!" every day.
But Saturday didn't believe in "talented elites" or "step by step"—if he did, he wouldn't have singled out dozens of people and dragged them to Lu Bixing.
After listening to it on Saturday, he was silent for a while and asked, "Mr. Lu, what do you think we should do?"
"I suggest not to carry out standardized military training first," Lu Bixing said. "For example, you can divide the Self-Defense Forces into several groups and let everyone prepare their own triathlon competitions. Those who win can choose mecha first. It is best to encourage them at the beginning. Lord, take your time, it's better than forcing them to do things, many things cannot be accomplished overnight."
This time, after a longer silence on Saturday, he said: "But Prince Gloria has already blown up to Egret, do we still have time to take it slow?"
"That can't be helped. We are in this condition now, and it's much better than when we couldn't even pick a mecha pilot," Lu Bixing said, "I'm trying to make a mirror anti-tracking system for To further hide the coordinates of the base, if Prince Gloria comes to this vicinity, you can block them with guerrilla warfare first.”
"Brother, don't say it, I haven't read any books, and sometimes I'm a little slower, but I'm not stupid. What General Lin said to me that day, I went back and thought about it again, and I came to think about what he meant. Yes, the Union Army can't do it, let's not waste our energy, right?" Saturday interrupted him, "I don't believe, 'Go ahead, don't look back', that's what you told me, I do it every day now Tell yourself once, who the fuck wasn't raised by her natural parents?"
Lu Bixing tried to slow down his tone: "I told you to ask yourself like the Ten Silver Guards, which means that you should respect yourself as the elite of the Silver Ten Guards, learn the essence and mentality first, and don't say the recruiting schedule. Everything has to be done step by step. Well, even the Ten Silver Guards must have had a period of just enlisting in the army."
Saturday shook his head: "Maybe it's because I'm not very promising, I've always been bitten by snakes, and I've been afraid of well ropes for ten years. I haven't slept well for so many years. You're the first person who made me think 'maybe I can handle my destiny too'."
Lu Bixing frowned slightly, unable to refute this, because Saturday's sense of crisis was right. As for the current self-defense force, when he was away, they organized it by themselves on Saturday. Lu Bixing made suggestions, but it was not easy to forcefully intervene—he was a scholar in the final analysis, and could not compete with others for the right to speak.
Lu Bixing had no choice but to say, "But no one in the Self-Defense Force has ever been a soldier. Have you ever thought about it? It's not realistic to force them to adapt to militarized management right away. Just say yourself, can you adapt?"
Saturday was unequivocal: "I can!"
Unfortunately, the "word spirit" in ancient oriental legends seems to be just a story from a small island on the earth.
In Lin Jingheng's words.
The second day of military training for the Self-Defense Forces.
The students squatted in the main control room and watched in amazement as Lin Jingheng used an analysis report to restore the firepower configuration of Prince Gloria's guards, and even used a computer to simulate a battle. During this period, Lu Bixing tried to tempt General Lin with a piece of low-temperature barbecue, but General Lin ignored him.
Attendance in the morning exercises of the Self-Defense Forces dropped by a quarter, and they filled the medical bays of the entire base with dehydration, heat stroke, stomach flu, and excessive exercise.
The fifth day of military training for the Self-Defense Forces.
After the refurbishment of the Zhanlu mecha core, it saw the sun again. During the test flight, this mecha, which should have been retired, was like a demon that covered the sky and called the wind and rain. The whole mecha was shivering under it. He watched in amazement and went up to the sky. When it orbits the base outside the artificial atmosphere, it seems that a new star has grown in the sky. When seeing him off, Lu Bixing didn't know where he got a piece of cheese cake. It was very delicate, with petals sprinkled on it, trying to seduce Admiral Lin, but Admiral Lin turned a blind eye.
On the same day, the attendance rate of the Self-Defense Forces dropped below half, and when people's blood cooled, the victory in resisting the high-energy particle flow was also downgraded from "honor" to "cow". As for the slogan, it was said three times as light as water, and it could no longer inspire anyone.
The seventh day of the military training of the Self-Defense Forces.
Some of the instruments in the anti-tracking system have been completed, and all the functions are running well after the repeated three tests. Lu Bixing re-planned the mecha to make room for the repeated three. Returning to the voyage again, Lu Bixing came to greet him with a bowl of hot and sour noodles that had just come out of the pot. General Lin, who was empty of all four, was like a Tang monk who was quietly moved by his daughter, the king, and hid for a while. Lu Bixing was just about to take advantage of the victory, but happened to be bumped into by the one-eyed eagle. The old Persian cat came and stepped in, adapting the "temptation on the tip of the tongue" into a bloody battle of words.
At this time, dissatisfaction in the Self-Defense Forces spread like a tide, and under the tough pressure on Saturday, people began to look at each other and form new small groups.
The eighth day of the Self-Defense Forces military training, at 5:30 in the morning.
The morning practice started on time, but on Saturday there were only two or three kittens waiting outside the mecha, and they were the first few people who followed him.
The whole base was silent, like a silent mockery. There are only a few old people with little sleep who go out to let the wind out. They gather in groups of threes and fives and look here from a distance, like old crows surviving and watching the animals that are about to die.
"Saturday brother," looked around during the holiday, and saw that no one dared to speak, so he had to come out with Saturday's heavy eyes, "I called, but they didn't come, they talked about you"
"Tell me what?"
"It's useless to say that you will 'pinch the tip and play the horizontal'. It's not for the good of the base. It's useless to let them run around the mecha like a donkey every day. .You want to be the boss while Big Sister Smelly is away." The voice of the holiday became lower and lower. "They also said that Big Sister Smelly has hemorrhoids, so it is impossible to hide for so long without seeing anyone. Maybe you will be the black hand."
Sister Smelly didn't show up for days, and it was impossible for no one in the base to find out, but everyone didn't take it to heart, and even teased him with hemorrhoids—because Sister Smelly was an out-and-out villain, and she knew that she had no prestige, so she had to take care of other things. He was the only one who knew the route map and supply coordinates as a retreat. For fear of being followed by others, the stinky elder sister would sneak up on her own every time she went on inspections. After a while, she would sneak back and disappear for a month, which was nothing new.
But this time, he left as soon as he left, and the base has changed a little bit.
They don't doubt Lu Bixing and the others, because the psychological shadow brought by Lin Jingheng has not yet dissipated, and Lu Bixing is more like a savior who came from outside the sky to the base, bringing all the beautiful changes to the base - it cannot be challenged The power of , and the help of the gentle wind and drizzle, together, almost brought a certain color, no doubt.
People believe that foreign monks can recite sutras, but they are often full of malicious speculation about the lotus flower growing in a mud pit.
The people hiding in the base are lucky and unfortunate. Fortunately, because of Sister Smelly's precautions, the base escaped the disaster and survived; unfortunately, they felt inferior and complacent, and could not face the outside world. , they have been lazy out of inertia.
This group of rabble, who had gathered in a hurry, only persisted for half a month, and their hearts were scattered. The combat power has not improved, but the internal struggle is growing gratifying.
During the holiday, he cautiously asked, "Brother Saturday, what should I do? Would you like to ask Mr. Lu?"
On Saturday, his face was sullen and he didn't say a word. He vowed to tell Lu Bixing that "he can". In less than a week, he was slapped in the face by his fathers and villagers, and he went to see Lu Bixing shamelessly. Besides, what will Lu Bixing do
At best, it's like training animals, hanging a little colorful head in front and fooling them to run after them. This is not the same as the Self-Defense Force he envisioned.
On Saturday, he gritted his teeth and looked up at the sky when the base was fully lit. He could not wake up those who pretended to be asleep, and the incurable disease could not be cured. He experienced boundless hardship and loneliness.
During the holiday, he asked softly: "Saturday brother, shall we still train today?"
"Training!" said Saturday through gritted teeth, "why not?"
Said, he took big strides and ran out first, taking the Self-Defense Force with less than twenty people behind him, and forced the air out of his lungs, he stubbornly roared: "Long live the Self-Defense Force!"
Lu Bixing was waiting in the main control room of the mecha, waiting for the students who came to study in the morning. He leaned against the window and watched Saturday lead people to run away. His eyes swept over the date sign in the corner. Lin Jingheng gave him the deadline for more than a month. .
The principle of long-distance communication is similar to that of remote scanning. It requires enough energy, a large enough fine network, and a sufficiently accurate transition point distribution. Lin Jingheng swept all the transition points near the secret waterway leading to the outside world, and left them on each transition point. With the remote communicator, Zhan Lu's contact range can be expanded to the outside of the domain through the jump network, and the communication target can be scanned. The two parties have a pre-agreed key. Once they match, the remote communication channel is established from the time the other party responds.
Lu Bixing knew that the formation of military mapping and re-entry meant that Lin Jingheng could now send signals to the outside world at any time. The reason why he hasn't done it is because he keeps his promises and abides by the agreement.
Mint, who arrived at the earliest, walked behind him at some point: "Mr. Lu, I don't think these people can be saved. Who is a little pitiful."
Lu Bixing looked back at her with a stern face: "Which and who?"
Mint's puberty may be a bit long, and a girl of sixteen or seventeen is still like a rib with a frenzied head and flesh that can't keep up with the bones. She was on one leg, and the other foot was lightly on the ground, swaying from side to side, chewing a piece of chewing gum in her mouth: "No one - why are you like a feudal dean? We won't help you any more. is you."
Lu Bixing wondered, "what did you help me with?"
"To fool Uncle Cyclops," Mint said, "he told us to notify General Lin whenever he saw him approaching you, and also said that he would bring us delicious and spicy drinks in the future, Mr. Lu, does your father have empty-nest syndrome? "
Lu Bixing: ""
"Speaking of which, Mr. Lu, do you really like General Lin? It's so scary, I don't even dare to look at him, you're too courageous." Little Sister Mint said while blowing bubbles with chewing gum. , "Ka" bit her voice, and she asked in a low voice curiously, "Have you kissed him?"
Lu Bixing almost choked on the saliva Xingzi.
"No way? Are you uncles so reserved? When I was in Beijing Star, I often went to cheap taverns with a group of people. I would chat with anyone who invited me to drink, and kiss them if they were pleasing to the eye. Try, call in person, say goodbye if you don’t call, pay attention to efficiency.” Mint said, “Uncle Cyclops has gone crazy for two courses of treatment for so long, and you haven’t even kissed, so what are you doing together? "
As soon as she finished speaking, the elevator door in the main control room opened, and Lin Jingheng just walked in. He had just finished his morning exercise and had just taken a shower, his face was a rare blood color, his hair was still wet, and there was a surge of hormones rushing to his face.
Lu Bixing's eyes fell on his lips involuntarily, the whole person was not very good, he pulled his eyes off with force, and he turned to Mint in a condescending manner: "Is this what an underage girl should say? Don't think it's not on Beijing Star , the school rules no longer exist, hand in yesterday's homework and write the inspection!"
Lin Jingheng rarely saw him lose his temper, so he glanced at him in surprise, and then he might think it was interesting that he taught the little girl a little bit, and a slight smile flickered on the corner of his mouth: "Didn't you say that the anti-tracking system was tested today?"
The well-known young scientist seemed to have opened a Pandora's Box in his mind. In an instant, countless descriptions of kisses passed by, and he quickly cleared his throat like a dog.
"Here, come with me." Lu Bixing said, "I came to plan the ground experiment, and I just had a new idea."
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