Solar System Survival Program [Unlimited]

Lu Huaixing turned around, wrapped his face in the quilt and buried his face in Fu Chongming's neck, and said sullenly: "No, you are not, you are Little Sunshine."

Fu Chongming was kind and generous: "Then, sir, can Little Sun have the honor of feeding you?"

After a while, Lu Huaixing got up from his arms, sat up straight, his face was slightly red, but he still had a calm and cold attitude, and said in a reserved tone:

"can."

Of course, the defense officer will not use any points for so-called strengthening, so those points are all turned into ingredients, not to mention the delicate and delicious beef slices, even the tomatoes that Fu Chongming boiled for the soup base are the most expensive ones to exchange for. That's why Lu Huaixing was fed a piece of beef, and the light in his eyes doubled.

Immediately, Fu Chongming couldn't keep up with Lu Huaixing's cooking speed.He put his two bandaged arms neatly on the table, like a good student waiting for class, staring at Fu Chongming's chopsticks without blinking.

A man who can be the commander of the legion is also terrifying in the face of food.

"I don't want this."

A piece of cabbage was handed to his mouth, and Lu Huaixing turned his head in disgust.

"This is delicious!" Fu Chongming advised him, "The combination of meat and vegetables is a balanced nutrition."

"do not want!"

Fu Chongming sighed exaggeratedly, put the vegetable leaves into his mouth, and chewed: "It's really delicious, sweet and sour, and has the smell of beef soup. Great."

He ate it with gusto, and even took another slice for himself.

Lu Huaixing stared at his lips for a long time, then blinked: "Well...then give me a piece."

Fu Chongming is indeed not lying. The vegetable leaves soaked in the beef broth are very fragrant, and because the time is well controlled, the crisp and tender taste of the vegetable leaves is not lost. Lu Huaixing ate the whole plate in a row, and then stopped for a while. meeting.

"I...it's really not like this in normal situations."

Lu Huaixing repeatedly emphasized that he felt a bit ashamed to be fed food belatedly—even though his arm is injured and it is not suitable for him to do it himself, the faint red cloud on his face is still about to spread under the bandage on his body.

He explained very seriously: "Excessive use of exoskeletons and chips, my mental power will decline, and my control will go offline."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in front of him who was serious about cooking meat suddenly laughed, the corners of his lips and brows seemed to be soaked in sunlight.

Fu Chongming said: "It's okay, look at me, you don't dislike me for being so full of five poisons, so you can do whatever you want, and there is nothing to control when you are with me. Do you want duck blood?"

"……want."

Fu Chongming got up again and went to the kitchen to get more slices of meat, and at the same time brought back a plate of fried wing tips.

"However, I have already recorded the abnormal state of the chief, so that I can ensure that I will never be eliminated by the legion!" Fu Chongming pretended to be complacent.

Lu Huaixing sighed: "I wouldn't have eliminated you."

The occasional abnormal state is also very good... Fu Chongming thought, the chief in this state... is so frank and cute.

After a hot pot meal, Lu Huaixing's face was still blushing with satisfaction, leaning on the cushion, watching Fu Chongming pack his things.Lu Yan was taken away by Lin Shuang to feed her, so the room is very quiet now, the snowy owl saw Lu Huaixing when she opened her eyes, so she is not afraid of people at all, she may even feel that she is a human being, and she especially likes to squat on the table Eat on a plate.

Lin Shuang likes her fluff, it's strange to say that Lu Yan randomly pulled on Fu Chongming's head, but when she came to Lin Shuang's place, she was so considerate and well-behaved.

Sensing his gaze, Fu Chongming turned around, leaned over slowly, and kissed his slightly furrowed eyebrows: "Okay, don't worry, we will see Xiaobei again soon. We are now in There is Lin Shuang in the light chasing camp, and we are completely ignorant of the resurrection field. I believe that Xiaobei will succeed. The kid has a tough heart. Otherwise, why would he still insist on choosing astrophysics at this time? You have to believe him , the world doesn’t need you alone.”

Lu Huaixing was still in a low mood, Fu Chongming simply sat beside him and chatted with him: "How do you know that bird man is not an angel?"

"I have suspected it for a long time. I majored in art history at university." Lu Huaixing said honestly, "I have never seen an angel with that image, except for contemporary game animations."

Fu Chongming's eyes widened: "Sir, what did you study in college?"

"Why are you so surprised?" Lu Huaixing raised his eyebrows, "Zhao Yuzhu is still in classical literature, don't you know?"

"...I thought that was an example." Fu Chongming said quietly, "Is there still time for me to take a major in literature and history?"

Lu Huaixing clicked his tongue: "It's too late."

Fu Chongming said sadly: "Then I will bribe you with fried chicken, can Professor Lu give me a little treat?"

"Professor Lu has returned most of what he has learned to his professor." Lu Huaixing finally loosened his brows completely and laughed softly.

They leaned together and looked out of the window quietly. There is a window in the room of the contestants, but it is actually a fake window. It is essentially a display screen. It can be adjusted to day or night, urban or rural, Lu Huaixing Raise your hand to change daytime into evening, and the fake city scenery shows the traffic jam in the evening rush hour after work, but it makes people feel kind.

Fu Chongming suddenly said: "The Defense Corps has a guess recently, maybe Xiaobei can help us confirm it."

Lu Huaixing: "What guess?"

"If we can know what's going on with the 'resurrection', or master the key technology, maybe..." Fu Chongming paused, his voice was a bit erratic, "Maybe everyone will survive in the end?"

Everyone.

Including "losers".

— everyone can go home and see the real evening rush.

The false sunset outside the window reflected on their faces, but it was also shining brightly.

Fu Chongming continued: "But if this kind of 'resurrection' is actually the time control ability that only high-dimensional life forms have, then maybe human beings are helpless."

"Not necessarily." Lu Huaixing said, "Humans are born with the ability to move in three-dimensional space, but it's still the same principle-you want to go from the North Pole to the South Pole, should you run?"

"You mean, it's not just energy, maybe... Civilization X has tools to control the timeline?" Fu Chongming took a light breath.

The topic ended here, and the two stopped at the same time. Neither of them were technicians. This kind of speculation was too beautiful, and they dared not believe their own imagination easily.

"Sir, it's time for you to rest." Fu Chongming whispered.

Lu Huaixing also yawned at this moment. He hugged the quilt, climbed into the bed, fell into the pillow, and muttered: "I'm too lazy to brush my teeth."

"Get up tomorrow morning and do it again." Fu Chongming shook off his quilt, "I won't dislike you sir!"

Lu Huaixing glared at him, and Fu Chongming made an obvious pouting motion.

After a long while, Lu Huaixing suddenly asked: "I remember, can you not be monitored for two hours a week?"

"En." Fu Chongming nodded.

Lu Huaixing was silent for a long time, and said softly: "When the offseason is over, let's find time to use those two hours?"

Fu Chongming gasped, his blood boiled instantly, and he even heard the thundering roar in his own blood vessels.

The rest time is the same as before, and most people seize the opportunity to catch up on sleep and eat.

But two nights later, Wen Zhengyuan and Luo Songyang both appeared with dark circles under their eyes, but their expressions were unusually excited. They calibrated Lu Huaixing's exoskeleton in just two days. Luo Songyang even tried to repair S111, and Fine-tuned Lu Huaixing's chip.

After the adjustment, Fu Chongming didn't feel any obvious changes in Lu Huaixing. Now that he doesn't fight or is not provoked by the light tower, the state of SP will not come out too easily, and the N-level Lu Huaixing will still show it in front of him. He showed a frank and gentle side, so Fu Chongming was actually a little worried.

After all, Luo Songyang prefers machines and programs, while Wen Zhengyuan is the one who engages in biotechnology. Unfortunately, the latter is still in a state of intellectual arrears.

Seeing Fu Chongming's worry, Luo Songyang quietly pulled him to a corner, and said in a low voice, "Shhh, let me tell you, the Legion Commander is always tense, that's how he is in private, why, Stardust Legion The commander must always be a cold image of the Iron-Blooded God of War? He drank too much and sang, and they even secretly recorded the video, but the only one who was not afraid of death and said he was cute and threw flowers at him was that crazy woman, Yelena."

When mentioning the past, Fu Chongming suddenly felt sour in his heart.

"Then he found out that someone was secretly filming him the next day, and he gave us extra training at three o'clock in the morning for a week." Luo Songyang's expression showed deep fear involuntarily, "Don't worry, his nervous system is gradually stabilizing, But recovery is a process."

"The light tower released you, did you lose your mind and go crazy?" Fu Chongming couldn't help but sigh with emotion - the chief technology officer of the Stardust Legion in good condition?Separated from the interference of artificial memory on the playing field, judging from the current situation, Luo Songyang is obviously not a cut-down version like Wen Zhengyuan, he alone is enough to set off a storm.

"what are you guys saying?"

Lu Huaixing's cold voice sounded, he seemed to have said something to Wen Zhengyuan just now, Wen Zhengyuan seemed a little uneasy and disappointed, but nothing could be seen from Lu Huaixing's expression.

As soon as he came over, Luo Songyang immediately performed an incomparably standard standing posture, which made Fu Chongming dumbfounded.

Lu Huaixing said: "You will enter the arena with me in a while. The game system reminds me that you are my 'follower'."

Luo Songyang: "Yes."

Not far away, Qin Aiai interjected: "Follow Chong?"

"Well, the original word."

"Dog Tower." Qin Aiai rolled her eyes.Everyone can understand what she wants to express——Lu Yan, a snowy owl who only knows how to eat, drink and fly around, is counted as a contestant, while Luo Songyang, the treetop of the human technology tree, is counted as "" follow the pet".

On the contrary, Luo Songyang himself was very calm: "At any time, there will be a price to be paid for underestimating technicians."

Lu Huaixing glanced at him: "Let's go, we're entering the arena."

After the familiar white light passed, the scenery in front of me changed.

Fu Chongming opened his eyes, turned his head, and looked to his side - Luo Songyang was standing beside him, but there was only one problem...

"Mr. Luo, you..." Fu Chongming hesitated, "Where's your hair?"

With a dull expression, Luo Songyang raised his hand and touched his smooth and somewhat cold head.

"Probably, don't always suspect that Wen Zhengyuan's hair is fake." Fu Chongming couldn't help laughing. Luo Songyang himself is more serious, with straight eyebrows, and a mature and stable image. Fenbao looks solemn and eminent monk temperament.

The broadcast hadn't started yet, but Fu Chongming had already noticed something was wrong. It could be seen from Luo Songyang's strange appearance - not only did he have no hair, but he also wore a strange white robe, a lot of gorgeous jewelry, and eyeliner.

Fu Chongming also raised his hand. He seemed to have hair, and it was not short, but he wore some kind of headdress hanging down on his head, and he also wore robes and gorgeous jewelry.

I don't have a mirror, so I'm not sure if I have the same gorgeous eyeliner in black and gold.

"Although I don't study history, this..." Fu Chongming raised his eyebrows, "Ancient Egypt? Are we going to fight against mummies?"

The author has something to say: Fu 36: Report to the officer, two hours a week is not enough.

Mr. Shuang: Get out!

Little Xingxing: Well, it is indeed not enough, but there is no way to overcome it in special times.