imperfections

As soon as Lu Bixing's hand touched Lin Jingheng's back, hot blood immediately stained his hand, and he hung up his hands in a panic, and supported the other's weight with his stiff shoulders, his legs were shaking for a while.

The emergency jump just now tore the wound so hard that it was impossible to see, Lin Jingheng's eyes went black for a while, but his consciousness was still firmly attached to the mental net.

He was silent for quite a while before gathering enough strength to say inaudibly, "I can't die, give me a hand."

If the injury on the back spine was placed in the primitive era, it would be a high paraplegia. Lin Jingheng lost control of her limbs for a short time, her body kept sliding, her chin hit Lu Bixing's shoulder, the tip of her nose brushed his neck, and her faint voice was drowned out Rapid and shallow breathing.

Lu Bixing: "What did you say?"

"It's nothing, let's pay it back... Pay you back once."

Hearing the latter sentence clearly, Lu Bixing was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly an unknown anger arose in his heart, and he wanted to swear for a long time.It's a pity that after being a teacher for several years, he was used to pretending to be a gentle and reasonable wolf with a big tail. This part's function has degenerated, and he was stunned for a while and couldn't think of a suitable word.

During the jump before, the four students were all in the nursing cabin and had received special medicines. They did not experience the thrill of the great movement of the internal organs. Only now did they finally feel what it means to be caught off guard by the "naked jump", and they were stunned on the spot All at once, the gamecock with the best physical fitness crawled and struggled to the trash can in the corner and vomited.

But this time, no one took care of them.

Because the Minors Protection Law was enacted by the Union, and since the Union is about to burn out the candle, it is not enough for minors to survive in the desolate and endless universe by relying on illusory legislation.

The mobile first aid cabin had already slid over from the medical room, and Cyclops came over with his hands behind his back, bent down and looked at Lin Jingheng.

Cold sweat rolled down Lin Jingheng's eyelashes, as if a film of water had formed, and the eyes under the film were still covered with thick fog, making it difficult to see clearly.

Cyclops had to admit that although the pillar of the Alliance Military Commission was not a thing, he did what he said, and he did not want his life, and he also protected Lu Bixing, the "human-shaped tiger charm".The arms dealer was in a very complicated mood—according to common sense, when he knew that the secret he had protected for more than 20 years was leaked, he should kill him. At this moment, he looked at Lin Jingheng, wishing that the car door that had been blown up just a little bit more, directly opened the door. This person is divided into two, one is done.

However, he also knew that at this juncture, Lin Jingheng must not die.

"The medicine box was not replenished in time, you heard me," the one-eyed eagle said, "There are only leftovers from when you came, so you have to save it. How much do you need to save your life, tell yourself."

In order to save energy, Lin Jingheng didn't speak by herself, and directly controlled the broadcast in the mecha through the spirit network, and asked with that mechanical voice: "Where is the medicine box in stock?"

"The microsurgical instruments are still barely enough, and the trauma supplies—the healing agent is running out."

"Local anesthesia, connect the broken bones and nerves for me, the wound does not need healing agent, just suture directly."

Lu Bixing has been carefully avoiding his wounds, while the one-eyed eagle is not so gentle. After listening to the injured patient's own opinion, he directly dragged Lin Jingheng away from his mother-in-law and mother's son, threw him into the emergency cabin, and set it in twos and twos Good first aid procedures, and asked again: "What about the blood plasma, comprehensive antibiotics and painkillers... Oh, there are not many painkillers, and the antibiotics seem to be almost gone."

Lin Jingheng replied cherishing words like gold: "None."

Lu Bixing reached out to stop him: "Fuck you, no!"

The one-eyed eagle grabbed his wrist, and the mandarin duck's eyes showed a hawk-like cold light: "He is a man who cherishes his life very much. Over the years, people who want his life can line up from here to Woto. Admiral Lin can You can't live today because of your face, right?"

The first aid cabin rolled out smoothly and headed for the medical room. Lin Jingheng closed her eyes and curled her mouth coldly: "Thank you."

One-eyed Eagle bowed his head to Lu Bixing patiently, and asked flatteringly, "Don't you even believe what Dad said?"

"You don't want to add to the chaos." Lu Bixing categorically shook off him, expressing his position with actions - chasing after him.

One-eyed Eagle: "..."

There is an everlasting question: Dad and this little boy fell into the water at the same time, who are you going to catch first?

The old Persian cat doesn't really want to know the answer now.

He yelled as if venting his anger: "If this scourge really dies like this, it means that he is not as useful as the legend says, and death is not a pity—do you need to hand over the spirit net to me?"

Lin Jingheng ignored him.

Zhanlu replied on behalf of the master: "He doesn't have this habit."

"Oh, yes, even if you are asleep, you still keep one eye to observe the surroundings. The first in the alliance suffers from persecution paranoia, and even the countrymen of our eighth galaxy are like thunder." The one-eyed eagle sneered lazily, Turning around, I looked at a few students who had just climbed up with the help of the wall, "So weak, what does it look like, the family is ruined overnight, and there is nothing like this, after a few more times, you will get used to it. Whoever lives longer will be the one." Winner. Go to rest now, long-distance travel needs to maintain a stable biological clock, and the mecha has to be adjusted to day and night mode. Since someone is willing to suffer, I can eat and sleep well, and I still have the strength to cut off that iron head Come down and feed the dog."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Jingheng, who had been pushed into the medical room, seemed to hear it. The brightness in the mecha began to gradually decrease. The original sunlight-like lighting gradually dimmed, and finally only the instruments and the spotlights on the steps remained... There is also the fluorescent grass planted by Principal Lu.

Pulled down a layer of artificial night.

This small mecha has a total of two floors. Along the edge is a row of narrow stairs, which can go up to the second floor. There are several small rooms lined up at the other end. The furnishings are simple, and the daily necessities are still the mechas. The set that came as standard at the time hadn't been unpacked, so it looked like no one had lived in it.

The one-eyed eagle said to rest, so he took a rest, chose the innermost room, closed the door and went to sleep.

Lu Bixing patrolled outside the medical room, staring down at the blood on his hands in a daze.

White called him cautiously: "Teacher..."

Lu Bixing was shocked, as if he just came back to his senses, remembering that there were still so many little burdens beside him, he quickly adjusted his expression, and forced himself to be calm: "Listen...cough, listen to him, go to rest first, if you can't fall asleep , two people can share one room, it can be regarded as boys' dormitory and girls' dormitory."

Huang Jingshu asked, "What about you?"

"I need to start sorting out the location of the underground channel, and I'm not out of danger yet." Lu Bixing paused, and calmed down, "Pirates outside the territory have more biochemical means than physical means. I'm really not at ease now without antibiotics. Starting tomorrow, you will Entering the state of special training, the current time of the mech should be Votto universe time - dawn around [-] o'clock, dark around [-] o'clock in the evening, [-] hours long day, our training time will reach seven hours, including physical fitness, With weightlessness and jump adaptation, there will be no nursing cabin for you to lie down in the future."

The students have no idea what qualities a person who walks in space needs, and they are all immersed in a daze. Fortunately, there is someone who can tell them what to do next.A few hooligans and little sisters were extremely docile, and obediently went to the small room on the second floor. The chaos of fleeing all the way came to an end, and the mecha fell silent for a short while, only Ling Ling, who was in a vegetative state, was left around. , was firmly bound by the ecological electric shock rope.

Lu Bixing sat alone under the fluorescent grass, turned on his personal terminal, and tried to concentrate, but the words and codes on the page seemed to automatically grow a repulsive magnetic field, but they couldn't fall on his retina.

He stared at the page for 10 to [-] minutes, and heard the muffled sobs finally start coming from upstairs.

In this artificial stillness of night, all tense nerves are temporarily relaxed, allowing the reflex arc to run through the cruel whole process, and the night is about to turn into a sword, breaking the little armor they have built with busyness.

Lu Bixing listened attentively, and after an unknown amount of time, those sobbing sounds became softer and quieter until there was no movement.

After dozens of hours of stress, the teenagers finally fell asleep amidst endless worries and fears.

The electronic clock flashed on the door of the mecha hatch, showing that it was 20:30 Votto cosmic time, and it should be nightfall at the location of the Alliance Council, but at Xinghai Academy in Beijing, this time happened to be the time for him to arrive at school in the morning.

A calendar automatically popped up on Lu Bixing's personal terminal, reminding him of daily chores step by step.

His plan list reads: [-]. He should have returned to school according to the plan, and named and criticized the four bear children (key work); They must have not started writing), only the arguments are required, and the full text is not required for the time being.

Next to it is a line of small notes written by himself-is the title of "Where do I think human beings will go in the future" a bit big?Will there be a dozen fantasy novels by then?

Behind the question mark is a hand-drawn grimace.

Lu Bixing and the ghost face he drew looked at each other for a moment, his shoulders suddenly collapsed, he hugged his head, and lay silently on the small bar, his raised shoulder blades were like two crumbling mountains.

Because Mr. Lu's chicken soup all day today is fake chicken soup blended with artificial sodium glutamate hastily.

Gloria's home, the school with a dome of 600 million, the newly built laboratory, five years of painstaking efforts... He can give up all of them without thinking about them.

But when his job advertisement was sent out, he had just received two resumes, which were still quietly lying in his mailbox unopened.

His students hadn't had time to divide into colleges, the unconstrained thesis assignments he had assigned hadn't been collected, and the blueprint he had imagined countless times fell apart before he could draw a side.

In the medical room, micro-surgical instruments for repairing bones, nerves, and muscles were withdrawn from the wounds one by one. According to Lin Jingheng's advice, the wounds were simply and roughly sutured, and a layer of ordinary disinfectant spray was sprayed.Lin Jingheng tried to move his limbs, but he didn't feel very flexible. The one-eyed eagle revenged himself, the operation mode was set very frantically, the anesthesia was used very sparingly, and the sutures were not completely finished. His consciousness had already begun to recover due to the lack of pain relief. After taking the medicine, the dull pain began to spread, Lin Jingheng broke out in cold sweat one after another, his back was stiff, and the blood loss made him cold all over.

Zhan Lu, who was with him, said: "Your risk of infection is very high, it is best to observe in the sterile medical room for 24 hours."

Lin Jingheng ignored it: "Water."

After taking a few sips of water to replenish electrolytes, he struggled to move his hands and feet. The numbness of disobedience hadn't passed yet. Just as Lin Jingheng tried to stand up, he staggered a step.

Zhanlu raised his hand to catch him: "Sir..."

"Hush," Lin Jingheng scolded him hoarsely, "Don't make noise, I have a headache."

Zhanlu replied sternly: "My volume is lower than the set average value. If you feel a headache, it may be because your body temperature is too high."

Lin Jingheng pushed his hand away, took a few unsteady steps, forced herself to get used to the temporarily paralyzed body, and said to Zhanlu, "Don't follow."

He walked out of the medical room just like that, and came quietly behind Lu Bixing. The mecha in night mode automatically sounded a calming white noise, covering his light footsteps.

Lin Jingheng sat down quietly without disturbing the other party, and looked at the young man curled up through his blurred vision.

Perhaps due to the influence of the anesthesia, Lin Jingheng had a lot to say and ask a lot of questions. I wanted to ask him: "You grew up in Gloria Star, how was your life? Did Cyclops tell you about Lu Xin and the alliance?" thing?"

"It doesn't look like a one-eyed eagle at all. How did you grow up? And the weird ambition of running a school. What do you think? Is it influenced by your mother?"

"Why don't the genotypes of your body and brain match? What happened in the five years when you and your mother first arrived in the eighth galaxy?"

"What do you usually like and what don't you like?"

"Is there any wish? Is there anything...you want something in particular, but that old Persian cat won't give it to you?"

"Don't cry, don't cry... Do you still want Xinghai Academy? I'll help you build another one in the future, okay?"

However, these words rose and fell in his heart, spread like water waves through the spiritual network, scattered among the boundless stars, and did not flow into anyone's ears.

Lu Bixing lay on the ground until midnight before clearing up his embarrassing mood. When he got up, he first took a photo with the wine cabinet next to him. He felt that his eyes were not red and his hair was not messy, and his face had not turned into a big oil field. Then he stood up, took off his blood-stained coat, and planned to wash his face and start doing serious business.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he was surprised to see that the person who was supposed to be resting in the emergency cabin was sitting quietly not far behind him. Because he hadn't used any healing agent, his whole body was covered with bandages, and his back was hastily stitched up. He didn't dare to lean his back against anything, so his body could only lean forward slightly in discomfort, and he had already fallen asleep with his head propped up.

Lu Bixing held his breath involuntarily. After a while, he walked over on tiptoes, squatted down on his knees, and looked at Lin Jingheng's slightly downward face from bottom to top.

This person's eyebrows are very clear, there is a outline that can be drawn, the eyebrows are still slightly twisted, the lips are bloodless, and the lip line is beautiful, but they are tightly pressed, as if born with one word and covered with bandages. The shoulders are flat and broad, with only a little bit of skin showing at the corners.

Lu Bixing looked at him for a while, then stretched out his hand out of nowhere, and when he came back to his senses, he found that his fingers had almost touched Admiral Lin's chin.

Lu Bixing was startled, and quickly retracted his fingers in embarrassment. He didn't notice that his legs became numb, and he sat down on the ground.

The heartbeat suddenly went too fast.