imperfections

The administrative center of Beijing Beta Star is [-] kilometers away from Xinghai College. It was at noon, and the outdoor temperature deviated from expectations for no reason. It rose in a straight line and approached [-] degrees. The stone-like ice layer was full of vitality and humidity, which lasted for more than two years The midwinter seems to be recovering a little bit, as if a spring breeze suddenly came from the end of the universe, blowing the sky blue as if washed.

This is the third day of Xinghai Academy's "Thesis Week". In the evening three days ago, the students had already finished their classes. Suddenly, they received a notice that the teaching arrangement of the school with only one headmaster was really random. This week was changed to a thesis week. He opened up library access, listed a dozen book lists, and left a very big topic - where do I think human beings will go in the future.

At this time, there are still four days before the time to hand in homework. Most of the students are not thinking about the future of mankind, but thinking about White and others who disappeared for no reason. The topic of debate has caused two rounds of group fights.

The orphanage where Mint lives has received a living allowance—she has set up that three-quarters of the monthly stipend will be automatically transferred to the "family" when the stipend arrives. There is a complaint letter.

Principal Lu, who vowed to expel them, didn't even bother to remember the punishment. He just adopted the kindergarten management method. Before leaving, he wrote a letter hastily and complained to the parents of several students.The older children in the orphanage were worrying about the letter of complaint, White's parents had already made two trips to the empty principal's office, and Vitas' mother, who was relatively irresponsible, swiped a pen and returned home after reading it. A letter, four concise words: "Let him die."

However, the letter sent to Huang Jingshu's home according to the admission information failed to arrive. After wandering around the entire planet, it was returned to the principal's mailbox by the system.

On this day, the old dean of the School of Information, who had already resigned, packed his bags and was about to leave Beijing β Star. Before leaving, he came to Xinghai College by accident. monkey child.The old dean didn't expect that there were so many students in the school. He put his hands on the fence and looked in. He saw two teenagers passing by, and the boy was grabbing the form from the girl.

"Show me what I can do, I don't necessarily have to chase you, stop being sentimental!"

The girl kicked his calf: "Go away."

"I can also show you mine. I didn't apply for any of the three colleges, and I also mentioned a new professional direction-interstellar smuggling guide, how about it? Listen to awesome? Hey, wait for me !"

After listening to the old dean, he was stunned for a while, feeling that this sacred hall of knowledge was kept by a group of gorillas with impressive intelligence, so he walked slowly while holding on to the railing of the campus.He is 260 years old, has no fixed home, has taught in every high school in the eighth galaxy, and has witnessed countless times of neglect and school closure.Xinghai Academy was his last stop, and finally let him down.

He suddenly felt a little discouraged, looked down at the dry age spots on the back of his hands, and felt that his life might have been a daydream, taking a stubborn and wrong path.

260 years, it should be over.

Not long ago, he spent most of his life's savings to buy a place for himself in a nursing home with property rights on Gloria Star, and planned to spend his old age there. This is quite a decent old age in the eighth galaxy. Today We are about to leave.

The old dean looked up at the sky, the rare wind was sunny, there was no north wind, and it was not as warm as the winter in Beijing. He felt that this probably indicated that his journey would be smooth.

The homeless vagrants came out of their hiding places like a holiday, happily greeted the old professor who passed by, and celebrated with each other for having survived another winter and ushering in the four-year good fortune. season.

Not far away, pigeons raised by unknown families flew across the sky in groups and landed on the roof of the 600 million dome of Xinghai College. They unceremoniously dropped "dung" for a few bubbles, expressing their endless blessings to the students.

Petunia opened the door of the dilapidated tavern, brought a pack of fresh mealworms to the mascot of the tavern, the big lizard, then opened the window for ventilation, rolled up her sleeves, and wiped the tables, chairs and benches of the dilapidated tavern—the fourth brother's place was very clean, lively. Not much, just daily maintenance, she simply did it herself.

Petunia has known him for five years. Judging by the standards of a woman, the fourth brother is actually not a sloppy person. Apart from his slovenly appearance, he has no other bad habits. Things will be put back in place, whether it is the dilapidated tavern he often comes to or his home, there is a clean and cold sense of order.

"When will your master come back?" Petunia stepped on the bench and said to the lizard to herself, "The fourth brother has been out of touch for several days. Where did he go with that little boy? I'll try again and see if I can get in touch." he."

She wiped the glass clean, and couldn't help covering her eyes with her hand: "Why is the sun so bright all of a sudden? I'm still sweating a little."

The lizard was silent, never responding to the woman's affectionate soliloquy.

"I guess I still can't get in touch. You said that I know he likes to be quiet, and I always go to him. Will he find me annoying after a long time?" Penny, who is used to the storm, looked at her personal terminal, A little apprehensive, she didn't notice that the big lizard behind her was slowly moving its inflexible body, fearfully avoiding the "sunlight" coming in from the window.

The signal sent by the personal terminal seems to have been wandering in the eighth galaxy for a week, but there is still no response. The person does not know where he went, and there is no communication signal.

Petunia sighed: "Sure enough..."

She lost her voice when her personal terminal suddenly lit up as if it was stuck. Petunia was startled, subconsciously stretched her five fingers into her hair, and quickly grabbed her somewhat sagging hair into a shape.

The next moment, a blurry image floated in mid-air, and Penny could see it clearly. The fourth brother seemed to be in a very dark place. During the interstellar travel, it was impossible to calculate the time difference. She felt a little regretful and said cautiously: " Is it night over there? Did I disturb you?"

The signal speed of light and shadow is unparalleled, but across the interstellar, there will still be a delay. Even if the projection on the personal terminal seems to be face to face, it is impossible for two people separated by space to talk in real time.

Lin Jingheng was in an unknown abandoned supply station, smoking a cigarette next to the scarred mech, and suddenly received a communication request from Penny.

He may have a bad signal, his face is blurry, and the transparent screen on the personal terminal is disturbed by the sunlight outside the window, which makes it blurry.Petunia hurried to the window, intending to close the curtains: "The weather is so good today, just wait for me..."

The overly bright sunlight reflected her side face red, and her slightly tough appearance unexpectedly became a bit girlish for no reason.

Zhan Lu, who was charging, said: "Principal Lu repaired the communication system on the abandoned station. Although I don't have enough energy, I can use the communication network of the supply station to search for the coordinates of Silver Nine."

"Charge it quickly," Lin Jingheng was a little impatient, before the message arrived, he flicked the cigarette ash, "Hurry up and answer the phone for me, just as you have too many words..."

When the word "End" was still stuck in his throat, the image was transmitted. Lin Jingheng saw the "sunshine" outside the window through Penny's screen, and heard the silly girl still sighing about "good weather". The cigarette in his hand Landed suddenly: "Penny, get out of the window and find a mecha with a defense system!"

However, the interstellar distance is too far away, and Bo, who is close to 30 kilometers per second, is exhausted. He blurted out this warning, and he is already doomed to be on the road.

Petunia saw a few clusters of red light exploding on the horizon from a distance, and the hand that pulled the curtain paused for a moment in doubt, but before she could see clearly, the red light burst suddenly, like a thousand stars exploding in the sky. It was just as bright as if it was on, and it was pale white.

The earth trembled angrily, the planetary crust formed naturally for hundreds of millions of years made a sound of dying, the rocks collapsed, and the artificial atmosphere was like a layer of papered glass.

Residential houses, city buses that whistle once every 5 minutes, robotic trash cans that never close their mouths, the dome of the academy full of pigeons, and the old professor who greets every homeless person politely, surrounded by the yard Worried children, frightened lizards, and...a woman with her hand in front of her forehead...

They were all shrouded in the rotten white light, becoming overexposed pale silhouettes, and then melted into the upside-down world.

The backward anti-missile system on the Beijing β star finally issued a belated alarm. The civil servants in the low-earth orbit were awakened by the screams, and they were stunned for a full 5 minutes. Lai could not be reached, so he had to send an incoherent plea for help to the distant Liberty League.

"The eighth star system, Beijing β Star, has been attacked. Report...we have been bombed by star missiles on a large scale. The enemy is unknown. We have no defense capabilities. The entire planet is collapsing under the attack of nuclear missiles... Fuck!"

"Ten years ago, didn't you say you would upgrade our defense system? You promised, people!"

"Help! Help..."

"Beep-"

"Penny!"

Lin Jingheng's personal terminal signal was suddenly disconnected, and the girl who claimed to have lived past the average age of eight galaxies stood there, her figure frozen in front of him, leaving him with a glowing red profile.

Lin Jingheng was stunned for a second, then turned and left.

Prince Gloria's crazy laughter flew out from the main control room. What appeared to be a poor-quality game advertisement was played on the screen. The roaring and tsunami missiles penetrated the screen and exploded on the unconscious Beijing β star. The animation effect Old-fashioned, the viewing angle is not spectacular at all, and even the picture quality is so worrying.

White half laughed when he saw it: "Is this a TV series or an advertisement, and the special effects are too touching. I'll give you one yuan and five, not more."

"Then I'll give you two yuan." Fighting Cock was inexplicably uncomfortable, "Boss Lu, can we switch channels?"

But the two adults in the main control room didn't say a word.

Mint looked at the one-eyed eagle, then at Lu Bixing, as if realizing something from their expressions, and asked in a low voice, "Boss Lu, when can we charge the battery and go home?"

Lu Bixing turned his head slowly and met the girl's gaze, Bohe had never seen such an ugly expression on his face.

At this time, Lin Jingheng rushed into the main control room in a hurry, without saying hello, and said without beginning and signing: "Check all the supplies at the supply station, especially supplies and weapons."

Lu Bixing's voice seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he looked at Lin Jingheng blankly, as if he hadn't thought about what he said: "The supplies are sufficient, and the arsenal is empty."

Lin Jingheng didn't make any comments on what happened in front of him, and said quickly: "Separately sort out the supplies, and make Fuyu according to the expectation that the next supply will be in half an hour. The charging and repair of the mecha will be completed in half an hour. After completion, we will Let's go now."

Before the students had time to realize what happened, they were stunned by this order. What does it mean "the next supply will be in half a year"?

No matter how uncivilized the eighth galaxy is, it is also a human society. How many of them are going to fly in a dangerous universe for half a year?Who knows how many things it takes to spend half a year in the universe?

Lin Jingheng: "All lights that are not needed are turned off, and the communication network is encrypted. Beijing Star's communication can reach here, which means that this place is within the search range of the core area of ​​the eighth galaxy..."

White asked dumbfoundedly: "Ah, can the phone be connected? Should I also call home?"

Mint was the first to react, he shook blankly, subconsciously grabbed White's elbow, and trembled.

White helped her up suspiciously: "What's wrong with you?"

Two seconds later, he understood what the girl meant. White's facial features were wide open, he froze for two seconds, forced a smile, and looked back at the sea of ​​fire on the screen: "No... isn't this a special effect?"

No one answered him.

White's breath became heavy, and he turned his eyes to everyone's faces in a panic, trying to find the meaning of a joke, and suddenly broke his voice: "Isn't this just a game advertisement? Ah? I... I played a similar one before... ..."

It’s okay to be nonsense and noisy at ordinary times, but in an emergency situation, he still can’t understand the point so much. Not to mention the Baiyin Garrison, even the miscellaneous young soldiers randomly assigned by the Military Commission dare not perform in front of him. Admiral Lin is used to orders and prohibitions. , became angry on the spot, and said coldly: "Beijing Star is under attack. According to the style of interstellar pirates, they will not stop. There are no regular garrisons in the eight galaxies, and no one can stop them. If it goes a little further, the planet will be nuclear. The energy wave generated during the missile attack is enough to smash this small supply station into pieces, leaving you dead without a place to bury——Have I made it clear enough? If you don’t want to die, hurry up!”

Cyclops: "Lin Jingheng, this is not your silver fortress! You..."

Lu Bixing stopped him, and at the same time stepped forward and put his arms around White's shoulder: "I will make a list of supplies, and Xiao Huang will take notes. The supplies warehouse is not locked. Wait for the four of you to follow my father to prepare separately. Come back to me in 10 minutes. , I will give you a simple mecha operation training, I need to encrypt the communication network, and do other preparations."

"headmaster……"

"The mecha operation department needs to go through at least one school year of training before you can get into the real mecha. We have to finish the year's teaching progress within 10 minutes. If you fail the course, you may die. Why do you still have time to cry, classmate?" Lu Bixing sighed, reached out and wiped White's head and face, "Move, do something, don't think so much."