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Lu Zhengkang originally thought it would be a beautiful reporter sister to interview, but the result was not, in fact, it was a video interview, and the reporter was just a robot.

The question to be answered sent an email in advance. Lu Zhengkang glanced at it and didn’t memorize it. These texts are like two mumbling glutinous rice balls. You can clearly feel the image, but Lu Zhengkang just can’t remember where they are Say what.

Tangyuan A: "Excuse me...Guru, Nununu, how old are you?"

Tangyuan B: "Good question... Hutulu, six or seven?"

Tangyuan A: "Ah, humor, small, GGGGGenius, good, humor."

Tangyuan B: "Not a genius, but...struggle, work hard, vomit..."

Lu Zhengkang patted his head and looked at it again.

Question 1: "How old are you this year?"

Answer 1: "Eight years old this year."

Parenthesis: praise, encouragement

Question 2: "Your work "A View of the World Like a Man" has aroused great repercussions. How do you feel about it?"

Answer 2: "This is just a sketch. I didn't expect so many citizens would like it. I am honored to thank my parents and teachers for their cultivation."

Parenthesis: praise, encouragement

Question 3: "According to statistics, the number of people who voted to approve your work on the official website has exceeded 110,000, ranking sixth compared with the same period. As the winning hottest contestant in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang Division of the National Youth Science and Technology Model Competition, you Do you have an idea to hit the provincial competition?"

Answer three: "Yes, I have ideas, because this will be an honor for all of us. We must try our best, even if we can't achieve satisfactory results..."

Lu Zhengkang sighed, dull, too dull, the standard question and answer, there is no need to worry about expressing any subjective answers.

The interview date came soon, and Lu Zhengkang also got the key to the specimen room. Teacher Shao repeatedly advised him not to enter easily. He was afraid that some things would not be acceptable to children, so it is best to go with him.

Teacher Shao said these were kind, but Lu Zhengkang always felt that he had no good intentions, because his hidden excitement was just like Su Xiangli's snickers before every prank, so what's in the specimen room? Will there be a mysterious laboratory hidden?

Lu Zhengkang shivered.

These days, the secret laboratory is synonymous with danger in film and television works.

Today is the end of December, and the interview with Lu Zhengkang has officially begun.

It happened to be Friday, and the interview was scheduled at one o'clock in the afternoon. Lu Zhengkang picked an empty classroom. Teacher Shao brought a projector. The classroom lighting was adjusted naturally, the curtains were closed, and the projector was turned on.

There is only a blue background on the projection screen, and a prompt box of "Signal not connected" is in the center.

Before the signal is connected, this period of time can be used to organize the dress.

Lu Zhengkang wore a school uniform with a red background and white stripes. It was the kind of generous and thick that could make everyone wearing it look the same dull.

It is a pity that Lu Zhengkang and the others are not the Young Pioneers, otherwise it would be more formal to wear a red scarf on their chest. The joining ceremony of the Young Pioneers of the Experimental Primary School was arranged in the second semester of the third grade. It was only a few months away. Teacher Shao looked up and down, and ran out after a while.

Lu Zhengkang pulled out his phone to check the time. It was 12:57. Teacher, how can you leave me here alone!

The "signal not connected" on the projection screen changed to "signal test 1", the blue background changed to yellow, and then "signal test 2" changed to red, the three colors flashed alternately, and a "signal" appeared in the prompt box The test is complete.

Lu Zhengkang was sitting in an empty classroom. In the middle of the room, the projector was placed on the table in front of him. He raised his head and looked at the screen on the front wall. The huge picture frame couldn't even be seen. Such a scene gave him some strange visions, as if there was a huge person hiding behind the projection screen, switching the transparent paper in red, yellow and blue back and forth. That person had countless arms and his face was calm and cold. , It’s just that the corners of the mouth are still slightly raised. I don’t know if it’s because of happiness or some external need. Such a giant has been hiding behind the screen. Do people see it? Maybe I saw it, maybe I didn't see it.

Lu Zhengkang and the giant looked at each other. It didn't care about a small existence like Lu Zhengkang. It was just playing with the three-color flakes in his hand.

What is so fun? Lu Zhengkang looked at the giant's livelihood with a sophisticated look.

Slowly, as Lu Zhengkang paid more and more attention, he realized that the giant was actually fake, and the slices it changed in his hand were real. Even those slices were not real when they were still, only they were changing. At that time, countless sights appeared and disappeared, like the explosion of grand fireworks, bright and greasy bubbles, countless truths become false here, countless falsehoods become true here, Lu Zhengkang can see the thin slices grow out of limbs , Is the giant.

The giant's outer shell is piled with knotted lead-white muscles, like mercury, with a cold and sticky shimmer, like a layer of glue~www.readwn.com~ It makes people unable to remove their eyes, but I can watch the flakes that change between the palms so hard that countless colors are pouring out between the flakes, just like the blowout of underground water, so turbulent that you can't break free.

Teacher Shao’s voice came from the unclear horizon, "Red scarf...Tie it to you, good boy, really energetic!"

"Are you listening? Interview..."

Teacher Shao's voice changed from a high-pitched and slightly sharp baritone to a dull and calm mechanical voice, repeating "interview", "interview" and "interview" continuously.

Lu Zhengkang narrowed his eyes, and a concrete scene was projected from the thin slices in the giant's hands. A sixth-generation FUND functional bionic intelligence device was looking at him. Its appearance is more design and technological than civilian-like intelligence devices. The minimalist lines converge to a cold curve, with the texture of a tough fighter.

"It seems that our kid Lu Zhengkang is a little shy." A smile appeared on the face of the robotic reporter.

Lu Zhengkang came back to his senses. He realized that his brain was so sensitive that he had bad hallucinations. This was a symptom of mental illness.

He recalled briefly, and found that the interview was just beginning, question one, so Lu Zhengkang pretended to be nervous and replied: "I am eight years old this year."

"Very good!" The machine praised the boy greatly.

Every next question is methodical.

Until the last one.

"Do you have any thoughts on your future study and life?"

Lu Zhengkang thought for a while, maybe this is just to send a proposition. You can't be subjective, you can't say something about yourself, and you can see the progress of your task. It's been two and a half days. This is a rare record.

"No idea."

Ding, the mission failed, do you want to restart?

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