imperfections

The real-time voyage map of the mecha "Beijing" showed a blank space. At this time, the channel they passed was an underground channel that was not on the map. It was opened up by countless smugglers who shuttled through the eighth galaxy. This means that, There is no security of any kind on this waterway.

"Beijing" is the name of Lin Jingheng's little mecha.

Generally speaking, only heavy mechas like Zhanlu have their own names and serial numbers. Small mechas like this model can only be regarded as small flying insects in the vast universe. A name is required.Lu Bixing insisted on calling it "Beijing", as if to borrow the last mech on Beijing β star to commemorate the place they could never return to.

Huang Jingshu knelt and sat in the corner of the training room, and opened a small palm-sized window on the bulkhead. She looked out through the small window, and the outside was still in constant darkness. She couldn't see anything, and there was no light around. There are no companions, and no celestial bodies can be seen-in interstellar travel, gravity is sometimes fatal, and the flight path should avoid the orbit of large celestial bodies.

Only very occasionally, the mecha will crash into some space dust. Those fine dust float and rotate, reflecting the light of distant stars. Looking from a distance, it looks like a layer of veil with a faint halo, as thin as a cicada. Wing-like.

They have been walking on the underground waterway for nearly a month, during which they experienced several non-emergency jumps, and Huang Jingshu has gradually been able to bear the feeling that her internal organs are about to be squeezed out.

In addition, the environment around the mecha has always been like this, neither exciting nor thrilling, making people feel in a trance that this kind of boundless loneliness is the norm.

Whether it's the war between the alliance and the interstellar pirates, the crazy Prince Gloria, or the homeland that was wiped out...it seems like it's just a bizarre dream.

These backward students from backward areas did not acquire special talents because of special experiences, they were still just a bunch of useless burdens.

There is a simulated mecha in the training room, and a simulated miniature spiritual network is installed. They have been training for a month, and no one has successfully connected to it so far.

White is a weak chicken. Whether it is physical fitness or resistance to weightlessness, he is at the bottom of his classmates. So far, he can directly pass through the simulated mecha.

The big, stupid Fighting Cock is in good health and eats everything deliciously, but his mental growth is really not satisfactory. He lacks a minimum level of basic education and is basically semi-literate.Not to mention teaching him any advanced technology, even making him find it difficult to read the manual of a small appliance, accompanied by behavioral disorders such as concentration and violent tendencies.

If the above two have problems, but they can be solved slowly, the situation of mint is not so simple.

She has a certain degree of dark phobia. In the past, whether she was in an orphanage or a girls' dormitory, she never lived alone, so the symptoms were not obvious, but once connected to the spirit net, the human senses will be shared with the mecha senses in the universe.Just like normal people would focus most of their attention on the external environment, and would not pay attention to their own heartbeat and breathing unless they did it deliberately, people who have just connected to the Mecha Spirit Network will also be surrounded by a large amount of information outside the fuselage— ——The dark cosmic environment brought great mental pressure to her. Within five seconds at the most, she started screaming and crying, covered in cold sweat, and her heart and lung function was so disordered that she almost needed drug intervention.

As for her, Huang Jingshu—empty brain disease is empty brain disease, so far, her matching degree with Spirit Net has not reached 30%, and the reason is unknown.

There was a light sound from the pull ring, and someone opened a can of beer next to her, and the smell wafted over, Huang Jingshu turned her head: "Boss Lu."

Lu Bixing took out a paper cup and poured half of it for her: "This is Lin's previous stock. It is estimated that his subordinates put it casually. They don't know that he doesn't like to drink this. I think it is almost expired."

Huang Jingshu said half-deadly: "No one's drinking is about to expire and you are so stingy, can't you get me a can alone?"

"It's good to give you half a cup, little friends, how can I spoil you?" Lu Bixing stretched out his hand, "If you don't drink, pour it back."

Huang Jingshu quickly took the paper cup away.

It wasn't until she had finished drinking that Lu Bixing opened his mouth to break the silence: "You had a high error rate in your homework yesterday, and there were traces of plagiarism in your essay questions. The whole work was perfunctory. There was no such situation before. Why?"

Huang Jingshu: "How do you know I copied it?"

"I won't give students a list of extended books that I haven't read. You guys are ignorant, and obviously don't have the habit of actively reading." Lu Bixing leaned against the wall on the side of the training room, standing in a very relaxed posture , but it doesn’t look foolish, “So I know which book, which passage you copied, and what’s new?”

Huang Jingshu lowered her head unafraid of the boiling water and said, "Oh, then you can deduct points from me."

Lu Bixing glanced at her and waited patiently for his next words.

Huang Jingshu poured down the remaining beer in the paper cup in one gulp, and the little girl wiped her mouth with style: "Mr. Lu, there are some things that can't be achieved with hard work. People are different—some people are born Missing arms and broken legs, some people are born doomed to achieve nothing and are destined to be eliminated. I...we are all like this, and they are substandard products when they leave the factory. I'm sorry, Mr. Lu, teaching us how to operate mechas is better than training hamsters. Is it difficult to go through a ring of fire?"

Lu Bixing was noncommittal: "A hamster jumping into a ring of fire is not worth watching."

"But since the war has started, it will be difficult for people who don't know how to operate mechas to survive in space in the future, right? We don't know what will happen in the future. We can't be trash and depend on others for the rest of our lives." Huang Jingshu calmly Said, "Mecha operation requires strong physical and psychological qualities, must be smart enough, and must be free of genetic defects. Don't you think this is also a natural selection-eliminate those with defects and only keep the correct ones."

"Well," Lu Bixing raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Teacher is a little surprised to hear you say that."

Huang Jingshu curled her lips: "'It's not that you're not talented enough, but you're just not hardworking enough, and you have to pay attention to your learning methods'——do you mean to say that? Mr. Lu, your teacher's lines haven't changed for hundreds of thousands of years, right? "

"No, what I want to say is that I always thought that only introverted young people would think about life and society. I didn't expect that your hobbies are like fighting with beer bottles." Lu Bixing said, "It turns out that this kind of inquiry is One of the common instincts of human beings after they enter puberty. I can't tell, but you are still an ancient and simple 'social Darwinism', advocating survival of the fittest."

Huang Jingshu: "..."

Although I didn't understand it, I always felt that it was not a good word.

"The evolution of human society and species is a long and complicated process. When you observe and judge it based on your more than ten years of life experience, it's like watching a leopard." Lu Bixing said unhurriedly, "I said on the first day of school that the world is changing so fast that it may be turned upside down every ten years. Can you accurately predict what the next ten years will be like? There will be hundreds of people in your life. If you can't even predict the next ten years, why do you think you can define what is flawed and what is right?"

Huang Jingshu was speechless.

Lu Bixing took a sip of beer leisurely: "Little girl film—according to my understanding, there is no evidence that anencephaly is absolutely incapable of feeling the spirit net. There is a lack of talent. After you fully understand yourself and the mech, you can choose other The direction of development, instead of getting started a little slower than others, and then fleeing. If you have the opportunity, you can ask General Lin, even in the Silver Fortress, not everyone's mental strength is as strong as him. "

After he finished speaking, he heard Lin Jingheng's answer from the broadcast in the training room: "Of course not, except for the front-line combatants, Silver Fortress has no rigid requirements for mental strength."

Lu Bixing was caught off guard and almost choked his lungs with a sip of beer.

Didn't it mean that the underground channel is in danger?Why did the driver still have the time to eavesdrop on him educating the little girl?

Lu Bixing had an illusion for a moment, as if Lin's gray eyes were everywhere, watching him all the time.There seemed to be a few catties of chicken feathers in the beer he drank just now. His throat was dry and itchy, so he quickly cleared it and changed his posture: "Didn't you say that you are about to approach the supply station of the underground channel?"

Lin Jingheng: "According to your map, the voyage is about a day or two away."

The airtightness of the training room is very good...it's so good, if the door is closed, there will be a slight echo inside, and the sound from the radio seems to be close to people's ears.

Lu Bixing was slightly shocked, opened the door and walked out.

Standing in the stairwell at the entrance of the training room, you can see the bottom of the mecha condescendingly, and there is a huge underground waterway circuit map on the bottom, a three-dimensional picture.

The interstellar waterway is not like a highway on the ground, it is impossible to stay there, the route map is also rotating and changing regularly, the dense coordinates are dazzling, and the complexity is so complicated that it can make the fighting chicken cry.

Lin Jingheng was in the waterway map, and the small bright spots that kept rotating passed across his clothes, sometimes illuminating his face. Looking at it from a distance, it actually had a dreamy effect.Lu Bixing found that this person dressed lazily and casually, but his casual demeanor would bring out many military-like uprightness and uprightness, mixed with a certain unusually contradictory temperament.His irises are gray, and the original hair color is not particularly dark. If you look carefully under the light, it is a little lighter. Each of the facial features can be tasted for a long time when you take them apart separately. When they are combined together, it is inexplicable that people dare not take a closer look. , Just remember a cold face.

Lu Bixing had known him for more than five years, and it was the first time he realized that he hadn't read enough of the book.

"General," Lu Bixing skillfully sculpted a suave look, leaning against the railing, "When you were in Silver Fortress, how many letters of confession did you receive every year?"

Lin Jingheng was taken aback for a moment, as if a little stunned.

Zhanlu next to him interjected: "The general's mailbox has a filtering function, and does not accept emails from unknown sources, but in the public mailbox of Silver Fortress, there are hundreds of emails written to you every day, especially if you publicly refuse After Miss Evgenia."

Lin Jingheng: "Why don't I know?"

"There is no important information. The head of the bodyguard and the secretary will handle it for you after screening," Zhan Lu answered with a stern look, as if broadcasting a news broadcast, "According to statistics, about half of the emails scold you for hurting the goddess' feelings, and Half of it was a passionate confession, claiming that 'whether you're an impotent violent maniac or a perverted frigidity, they'll love your face as always'."

Lin Jingheng: "..."

"Yes, some are very rude," Zhanlu said with reason, "but statistics show that people are indeed more likely to make impolite and uncivilized remarks when facing public figures, which does not represent society. The vibe is bad."

Lin Jingheng: "Stand at attention, shut up."

The artificial intelligence faithfully carried out the order and became a dumb person on the spot.

Lu Bixing interrupted out of nowhere: "Why are you so fierce, isn't it handsome?"

Lin Jingheng waved his hand, and reprimanded him neither too angry nor sternly: "Nonsense, are you free to do something? Go check your weapons and equipment if you have nothing to do."

Lu Bixing licked his dry lips, crushed the empty beer can, stuffed it into the garbage disposal of the mecha, and went obediently, feeling that the sloppy words just now sounded like teasing.

"That way he's not angry." Lu Bixing, like an experimenter full of exploratory spirit, secretly made a note, as if he had completed a small adventure, his heart was a little excited for no reason, and he went to work happily .

Half an hour later, the mecha Beijing suddenly detected a communication signal—there were people nearby, and they touched the edge of this underground world!