Because he had to pack up, Jiang Hui naturally had to get a good sleep in his spiritual space tonight, and planned to continue packing up after waking up.
She had already checked the materials at a nearby simple sorting station and sorted out a basket of things that were prohibited from being brought into the school. The screening rate was not high, much better than she expected.
Moreover, there are no radiation-related tools in it, so it is okay to keep it at home. Just put it there and see if you can use it in the future. Just don't bring it to school.
The sorting station also puts similar materials together, which makes it convenient for Jiang Hui to sort them. He just needs to roughly distinguish them and then pack them separately in mesh bags and stuff them into the space button.
In addition to these, Jiang Hui also cleared out a basket of unknown things, probably garbage whose properties and uses even the classification station could not identify.
There are even more things in this basket than the banned items on campus that she had screened out. I really don’t know how they got into the mecha-related areas on the seventh floor. Is this an attempt to cheat on the scale
Jiang Hui flipped through the pile and found that many of them were things she picked up at random when she was pushed back to a certain shop today. At that time, there were more people and she was absent-minded. She picked up a few odd-shaped things to make up the number. Now it seems... No wonder there is no one in that pile of things. It turns out that everyone knows the value of things and saw that it is a pile of completely useless things.
But it doesn't matter. It was her first time to go to the recycling center. She lacked experience, so there would definitely be problems of this or that kind. She would just have to be more careful next time.
As for this basket of things, Jiang Hui was a bit confused. Because they were classified as waste with little use value, and there was a high probability that there was no usable energy in them, which was basically equivalent to garbage. So this pile of things could not be kept at home like the things that were previously classified as campus banned items. What was the point of collecting such garbage
Jiang Hui was thinking whether he should pack it up and put it in the recycling area outside, waiting for the recycling robot to come and take it away and send it to where it should go the next day.
She casually pushed the things in the basket and was suddenly attracted by a neatly-shaped square of metal.
Jiang Hui subconsciously picked it up, placed it in the palm of his hand and turned it over to take a look.
It was metal, but it didn't have the gloss and feel of interstellar metals. It felt light in the hand, but it didn't feel like plastic. She weighed it in her hand, studied it for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out.
But this thing didn't look like an ordinary object. Jiang Hui hesitated and threw it back into one of the grid bags for research, intending to keep it for later.
Seeing that it was almost time, Jiang Hui put the basket in the living room, thinking of picking more later to reduce waste.
She turned off the lights, left the large amount of mecha materials piled up in the living room, and went back to her room.
In the darkness, a dark light suddenly burst out, flashed by, and then quickly returned to calm.
Jiang Hui, who had already entered the room, did not notice anything unusual at this moment.
It was past twelve o'clock, and the spirit of the owner of this room quietly entered another strange realm.
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It is late at night, and even people living in the distant starry sky cannot escape the living habits of mankind for millions of years. Most people fall into a deep sleep, and only a few are still working hard at their respective posts.
In a military management base in the 732nd Star Ring, a high-standard mansion is brightly lit.
The lawn outside was brightly lit by long street lamps, reflecting the high-end military spacecraft parked in the courtyard. Below, several soldiers in neat uniforms were guarding their positions alertly, as if the enemy could attack at any time.
However, the owner of this spaceship had already entered the mansion.
In the tall and deep hall, the staff walked in unison, their movements uniform, as if they had all received very rigorous training, and their footsteps made no sound. The corridor leading to the back hall was full of soldiers standing all the way, and at this moment, they all looked alert.
Passing through the long corridor, there is an inner room in the middle with a door on the side. Inside is the atrium on the first floor of the mansion, which is usually used to receive important visiting guests.
It was obvious that the owner of this mansion was entertaining a group of very important guests at the moment.
There were four tall and strong soldiers standing in a neat row inside and outside the gate. Judging from their uniforms and military ranks, they seemed to be of high status. It was hard to imagine how big a figure the person sitting inside was.
However, the scene in this inner room may be somewhat different from what everyone imagines.
There were not many people sitting at the left and right ends of the long conference table.
Opposite the hall door was the host seat, on which sat an extremely thin man with a clear and handsome outline, but his face was pale, his lips were chapped, and he looked sick.
He was wearing a shiny black military uniform, with the collar and shoulders decorated with patterns representing the highest military rank in the empire, and various medals of honor hanging below his left chest, which gave a glimpse of his past military exploits.
This important person was thin, and even if he stood straight, it was hard to hide the fact that he was weak and crooked. But if you only looked at his upper body, it was still normal. But if someone looked closely, or moved a distance away from his seat, they would find that this man was almost fixed to his seat.
His knees were broken, and his waist and legs were powerless. If there was no external force to support him, the opponent would have fallen down long ago even though he was in such a tight position.
But despite this, the other party's expression was still firm and majestic, and his eyes were like a lone wolf, full of caution.
There were also people sitting on his left and right sides.
A whole seat down to the right was a young man who looked rather ordinary, but his expression was very shrewd, as sharp as an eagle. He was also wearing a uniform of a high rank, and although the medal on his left was not as high as that of the superiors, it also indicated his illustrious past. This was a legion commander of a high rank.
On the left, slightly closer to the main seat, sat a young man with a childish look. He was wearing a simple military uniform, and although there was no decoration of military rank, he looked very calm. His overall temperament was elegant and gentle, but he also had a certain kind of wise temperament that was inherited from the past.
This is a bit strange, a young man without a military rank is in a higher position, above a legion commander... However, everyone present did not find it strange, instead, they looked as if it was a matter of course, and there was obviously a reason for it.
If Jiang Hui was present at this moment, she would probably shout that she had made a divine prophecy, because the young man sitting on the left was the classmate Zhou Xiuwen she had just been talking about. After being called back home, he came to attend such an unusual event.