imperfections

Zhan Lu reminded very politely: "Principal Lu, the official 'combat effectiveness evaluation standard' issued by the Alliance is based on a 5-point system. According to my rough estimation, the self-defense force's evaluation result is about [-] points. They have no strength to fight back against interstellar pirates. I think your estimate of them is too optimistic."

Lu Bixing forcibly dug out a little sanity, and organized a sentence: "It doesn't matter, the hardware is the foundation, and the software can be upgraded. We all know this."

Lin Jingheng carefully looked at the young man in front of him. In terms of appearance, he still couldn't see any resemblance between him and Lu Xin, not even his personality. Although Lu Xin was also a terrible talker, he was actually just a simple Poor, he is not so tactful in dealing with people in the world. His first half of his life was too smooth, and he lived himself into a glorious legend.

But Lu Bixing is different.

He would stay up in the middle of the night, rush around the dilapidated base, and come here early in the morning, without mentioning what he wanted to do, or the supremacy of human rights that had been sung, he just ran to propose a The plan, this plan doesn't even contradict Lin Jingheng's original plan - if the gang of Zhanwu scum and star thieves of the Self-Defense Force are wiped out as soon as they meet, it will not affect the overall situation, and the base can continue to be pushed out as victims , according to the original plan.

Maybe just ask for a little extra time grace.

How did he grow up like this?

Lin Jingheng couldn't help thinking: "It must be that old and unscrupulous Persian cat who knows how to spend time and money, and didn't take good care of him when he was a child."

Lu Bixing's mind was already full of wild thoughts, and Lin Jingheng's long gaze was almost fatal. He hurriedly glanced around, hoping to find something reflective, and observe whether he was handsome enough from this angle.

However, in Lin Jingheng's eyes, his movements and demeanor were more like fidgeting cautiously, for fear of causing trouble to others.

"I also said that I wanted to rebuild a Xinghai Academy for him." Lin Jingheng thought.

He pondered for a moment, then made a concession: "The channel information in Spencer's hand is too rough, and it will cause problems if it is not accurate enough during the battle. I need to find out the underground channel, draw a military map, and confirm the location and situation of the two secret warehouses at the same time. , began to transfer some materials and armaments, plus constructing a communication network at the base, and repairing the damaged Jusan—it will take about three months. Respond, the communication is established, and Prince Gloria of the eighth galaxy may notice immediately, do you think this time is enough?"

Lu Bixing——Because the computer was still in a dead state, it took him a while to react, and he raised his head suddenly.

"I've given you the authority to manage the base - there's nothing you can do if you don't have enough time. The battle is changing rapidly, and no one knows what will happen in the next second. There can be no more." Lin Jingheng is a person who will not compromise, so he compromises once in a while. The business is extremely unskilled.He coughed dryly, pretending to be nothing, looked down at Lu Bixing's headache-inducingly complicated design, and waved at Lu Bixing, wanting to send him away.

At this time, Lu Bixing grabbed his hand, and then let it go quickly. The timing of the palm contact was very delicate—it was fine to grab a hand, or to slap the palm of the hand, but the former was a hooligan, the latter was "" An innocent and friendly celebration".With the precision of a scientist, Lu Bixing happened to be stuck in the middle of the two, which almost caused confusion to Zhanlu's human-computer interaction recognition function.

Lin Jingheng froze for a moment, he was not used to getting too close to people, unexpected physical contact would make him a little uncomfortable, but because he didn't want to appear difficult to get along with, he could only pretend that nothing had happened.

According to incomplete statistics, out of [-] love stories, [-] protagonists will have an "allergic reaction" to the casual contact of their sweetheart, and when they recover, they will try their best to hide their sensitivity.After Lu Bixing finished the experiment, he thought that he could almost draw a conclusion, and that was what Lin meant.

"What should I do?" He turned around and went out calmly while he was in a daze, feeling that his back had grown three inches out of thin air, and he walked out handsomely as if walking on a stage.

"Are you so happy?" Lin Jingheng watched his back, still a little puzzled in her heart, "I can't even walk well, it's like a big tail sticking up behind my butt."

Zhan Lu reminded him: "Sir, I don't think you have given Principal Lu a detailed explanation and risk warning about what will happen in three months' time."

"He knows," Lin Jingheng sighed, stretched out his hand to enlarge the design, and spread it all over the table, "I don't know if it's smart or stupid, rotten wood can't be carved, and just stuffing a pig into a starship means it can fly? Why don't you understand?"

Zhan Lu thought for a while, and then asked: "Sir, on the way here, you told Ms. Huang that the Silver Fortress has no rigid requirements for mental strength—may I ask if you think empty brain disease is nothing, or is it just for social reasons? What about manners?"

Lin Jingheng shrugged: "Who knows."

After all, no one has ever seen anencephaly in Union troops, nor mentally handicapped, useless, or anxious.

The Union Declaration of Freedom states that the soul is born noble, and that all men are free and equal.

The great alliance is always right—natural human rights are supreme, how can people be divided into high and low because of secular prejudice?

Human beings can only be divided into "useful" and "useless".

The cool mechanical voice of the artificial intelligence sounded: "Okay, it's just social etiquette, modify the notes."

"But his concept of mirror images is quite interesting," Lin Jingheng said casually. "For the sake of concealment, some sections of the underground waterway are often deliberately brushed near asteroids and large gravitational sources. In this natural environment, 'Guerrilla "It's not impossible. The Star Thief will set up a multi-layered advance team, and we will too. It just so happens that this self-defense force can be used to test the reaction speed of Prince Gloria's guard. Zhanlu, I need you to collect Prince Gloria's family for me." All the information, we need to do a behavior pattern analysis in advance..."

Reality is cruel, and those who can stand still in this cruelty need to be more cruel than reality.

When Lu Bixing walked out of the self-defense force building, many strangers passed by and greeted him warmly.

The idle children chased and played around, playing "Self-Defense Force Catch Pirates". One person pretended to be a self-defense team member and caught six "pirates". Standing on the street, "Oh", weeping loudly.

A few members of the real Self-Defense Force walked shoulder to shoulder, reeking of alcohol, loudly discussing the strange "disease" of Sister Smelly, and within half a minute a rude rumor was automatically generated and began to spread everywhere — They said Spencer must have had hemorrhoids.

The big screen in the square had just been repaired the day before, and the third-grade movie began to be broadcast the next day. With the tune-changed sound, the effect was extremely ecstasy. He asked in a broken voice: "Expert, when are you going to repair the stereo? I think this is the most urgent thing!"

Lu Bixing wiped the peel, and called back: "Grandpa, if you have three months left in your life, what do you plan to do?"

The old man with broken teeth grinned and replied: "Damn—eat—wait—die!"

Lu Bixing gnawed the apple silently, thinking: But you really only have three months left.

After eating an apple, Lu Bixing came up with a strategy. He wiped his mouth and said, "Public multimedia consumes a lot of electricity. Be careful of overloading the base."

After finishing speaking, he used the management authority he had just obtained from Lin Jingheng to secretly cut off the civilian electricity.

In an instant, except for the administrative building, all the lights went out, and the dogs and men on the big screen disappeared into the air like a mirage, and the entire base let out a sigh of "fuck".

"What am I talking about?" Lu Bixing waved his hands at the people around him pretendingly, "The base doesn't have so much energy for you to squander. Watching the film for 3 minutes, and the power outage for a whole day, it's cool this time. Besides, that man A piece of abdominal muscle, what's so good about it? Hurry up and do what you need to do."

"3 minutes" obviously stunned everyone.

The old man with broken teeth quickly caught up: "You let everyone watch this kind of film for 3 minutes, is it a human thing!"

Lu Bixing said helplessly: "The infrastructure construction of your base is at this level, what can I do?"

He was soon surrounded by a gang.

"Aren't you an expert?"

"Quickly solve it!"

"Didn't you say yesterday that you would rush out of the eighth galaxy and wipe out the entire universe?"

"Okay, okay, I'll think of a way, the number of maintenance robots in your base is not enough, is there a mechanic?"

No one responded.

"Okay," Lu Bixing waved his hand, "The line workers, those who have dealt with robots, those who have done maintenance on merchant ships... those who have repaired water pipes and sewers, come with me."

The residents who had just said that they were going to eat and wait to die heard that they mobilized, and everyone who had repaired small appliances followed him, like a group of donkeys with carrots tied to their noses.All the donkeys were anxious and enthusiastic, and it took only half a day to actively cooperate with Lu Bixing, register their skills, and each received a division of labor.

The education of the eighth galaxy itself is already very bad, and these interstellar homeless people are even more amazing. Many older people can't even read words, and no one can understand Lu Bixing's energy system transformation plan.

Lu Bixing spoke dryly, and found that communication was more difficult than dog training, so he had to give up and redo the division of labor in more detail, dividing the labor force of the base into several teams, and the limited robots became team leaders, responsible for leading these human idiots work.

The four students also got their first assignment in their lives. Lu Bixing asked them to estimate the energy consumption of the entire base before dark and use it the next day, otherwise they had to stop working and recalculate.

After the family broke down and the family died, the students got used to listening to him and taking him as the backbone. After receiving the instruction, they immediately went to calculate honestly. No edge sticking.

"Hey, if you can't, just ask Mr. Lu, what about others?" White asked.

"Busy to modify the program of the maintenance robot, I don't know where I went." Mint dragged her cheeks, looking at the messy data dizzily, "It will be dark soon... I am proficient in assembling illegal weapons, you let me Do what I can, can't you?"

Huang Jingshu patted the personal terminal back on her wrist angrily, and stood up: "I can't figure it out, and he hasn't taught it, so I'll just hand in my homework tomorrow, whoever I love, I'm going to bed."

For this suggestion, Fighting Cock agreed with all four legs and stood up.

At this time, White glanced around and stopped them in a low voice: "Wait, do you know that General Lin only gave it for three months?"

The other three people were puzzled: "What three months?"

"Boss Lu told me secretly in the morning," White lowered his voice, "The Silver Legion of the Alliance is nearby, and three months later, they will transfer supplies, using this base and the people on the base as bait, Attracting Prince Gloria, Mr. Lu said, if the base is still as vulnerable as it is now, then it can only be used as cannon fodder. These people are either thieves, robbers or smugglers. General Lin will definitely not care about their life...don't Tell others, otherwise they will have to riot, and the days are over."

The four students looked at each other for a while.

Douji said: "Being a bait is not necessarily cannon fodder..."

"If you're a bait, you're dead." Huang Jingshu sat back down again, "Did you forget Beijing β Star?"

Her words fell, and everyone fell silent.

Everyone wants to forget Beijing Beta Star, but the tragic memory is indelible no matter what.

"President Lu said that if you want to survive, you must have a minimum defense capability, you must have a combat power that can't be beaten and run, you must have a system to hide your coordinates, base infrastructure and energy supply are the foundation, and you must finish it as soon as possible." White quickly. Said, "Then fate."

At this time, a middle-aged woman who opened a small restaurant in the base came over. Everyone called her "Fat Sister". White and his classmate, who suddenly knew the big secret, looked at each other and shut their mouths deeply.

The fat lady was carrying a dozen lunch boxes, stacked half a foot high, and placed them heavily in front of a few students, cursing and saying: "Your bastard teacher is really nothing, and he brought a bunch of stinky hooligans to mess around with!" , and asked you little things to join in, eat some supper, and go to bed quickly after eating."

Fat sister’s supper is as rough as she is. She probably treats them as children, and specially squeezes the buns into the shapes of chickens and rabbits. It was half the size of a football, and it was displayed in the lunch box with a hideous face, which was enough to ward off evil spirits in the house, and entered the stomachs of several students in a dignified way.

"Check your personal terminal, Mr. Lu gave you a reference book." As soon as the fat lady left, Mint opened her mouth. She put her two index fingers together and rubbed her nose a few times, as if she wanted to rub off the redness. Eye circles, "I remember that there was a book that was devoted to energy and energy efficiency. I don't believe it. I can assemble a laser gun, but I can't figure out a homework problem?"

This is the first time for the students of Xinghai Academy to learn to read books on their own initiative and search for what they need. It is like the ancient Homo sapiens descended from the tree and started to walk upright into human society. It is a great milestone—unfortunately, the results are not endless As expected.

The reference books were not friendly. As soon as the gibberish nouns and arrogant mathematical tools appeared, the four students knelt down collectively. It turned out that the four cobblers couldn't stand up to a Zhuge Liang. They studied all night, but they still couldn't do anything.

Time is precious for worry-free sleep, and time is cruel for someone whose next day is a deadline.

The energy tower of the base fell and rose again, and the scenery at the beginning of the day was very special - there was no such a line of white belly in the sky, and the night sky began to fade from the direction where the energy tower rose, and then, the sky was like a piece of cloth smudged with splashed ink. The azure blue mist stretched to the four directions, occupying the entire field of vision after a few minutes.

Its daybreak.

Lu Bixing took a nap in the workshop and was startled by the noise. He rubbed his eyes and looked up, seeing that the mecha group that was overturned by Lin Jingheng that day outside the base station was salvaged little by little.

The disheveled pilots rolled down from the mechs—they didn’t suffer any injuries, and only the masters fought for life and death. For Lin Jingheng, these people can only be regarded as small fences blocking the way, and they are just pushed down. All beards and all tails - but despite this, the brutal space battle still brought irreparable psychological trauma to this group of self-defense members, and there was a lot of crying outside.

The excitement of the crowd quickly turned the chaotic cries into a unified slogan.

Lu Bi walked to the window and heard them calling Spencer in unison: "Big sister! You bastard! I want to retire from the army!"

The young scientist drew back the curtains and sighed.

On the second day of the countdown, there are still [-] days before the ashes are wiped out, and the base is still hopeless.