imperfections

At four o'clock in the morning, Lin Jingheng took an efficient four-hour rest, got up and handed over the completed military waterway survey map to Zhanlu, who was calibrated by artificial intelligence, and then went directly to high-intensity physical recovery training.

An hour and a half later, he came down sweating profusely. Through the mental net, he saw Saturday's scumbag self-defense force attacking him like a sheep, and began to run around the mecha station.He screamed while running, but couldn't hear what brainwashing slogans he was shouting.

Lin Jingheng glanced at his watch and found that this group of people actually copied the schedule of the Silver Ten Guards.

He took a cold shower indifferently, and stuffed a nutritious meal into his stomach perfunctorily—when he is recovering from physical training, he must strictly and precisely control his nutritional intake in conjunction with the amount of exercise. Ordinary food cannot achieve such precision. Can eat special nutritious meals.

Inferior compressed nutritional meals can also have a little food flavor, but the one he ate has nothing but a very light salty taste.

After eating, all four things are empty, and there is nothing to love in life.

Lin Jingheng changed his clothes, walked quickly through the morning light of the base, and walked towards the mecha transceiver station - he needed to collect data on the flow of high-energy particles to reverse the firepower of Prince Gloria's bombing of Egret.

Saturday, who was taking someone for a morning run, saw him from a distance, and he wanted to show it, so he quickly kicked the holiday next to him hard.

Staggering on holiday, he shouted like a conch: "One, two!"

The bastards were sweating profusely, their necks were stiffened, and they howled a few times following the conch.

Angrily on Saturday: "Didn't you have enough to eat!"

The self-defense team members who were forcibly pulled by him ran less than three kilometers. The team dragged for two miles, dragging their feet feebly, running in different postures and shapes, and each of them seemed to be full of rat poison.

Saturday's fire: "Shout again! Louder!"

The self-defense team dragged on Lao Dan's singing voice, babbling and babbling: "One aunt—two ah—"

Without raising her head, Lin Jingheng walked through the group of wailing wretches and got on the elevator at the mecha station.

As soon as the elevator door closed, there was no response to the buttons. As soon as Lin Jingheng frowned, a troublesome voice came from the elevator broadcast: "Welcome to the intelligent voice elevator. To open the elevator, please greet each other with the elevator—good morning, Lin gentlemen."

Lin Jingheng: "..."

"Elevator" prompts: "It is recommended that you answer, 'Good morning, dear elevator baby'."

The corners of Lin Jingheng's eyes twitched a few times, and he directly called up the management authority of the base from his personal terminal, and forcibly started the elevator from the background.

"Okay, I know you've said that in your heart...uh, beep—"

Lin Jingheng muted the elevator announcement again.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Lu Bixing waited and caught him at the door of the main control room of the mecha station.

Lu Bixing is usually a person who pays attention to his image, but today he took some wrong medicine, and it got worse. Give him a light, and he will be able to go on stage and catwalk: "A man must have a sense of humor and an entertaining spirit, general, you will always be happy So serious, don’t you feel that life is very boring and lacks a lot of happiness?”

Lin Jingheng couldn't afford to offend him, walked around him without looking sideways, and walked into the main control room: "I don't think so."

Lu Bixing chased after him: "You have nothing to do in your free time. Apart from drinking and dazed, don't you have any pastimes?"

Lin Jingheng said: "There are plenty of entertainment."

The four students got up very early and had already gathered in the main control room. They were sitting around a round table. They didn't know what homework they were doing. Various calculation screens shot out from the personal terminals of the four of them, floating in the air. There are simple breakfasts on the table.

Seeing Lin Jingheng, the four teenagers stood up subconsciously and stood at attention. White hurriedly swallowed the bread in his mouth.

Lin Jingheng nodded to them indifferently, and walked towards the database.

Lu Bixing grabbed his elbow: "Refer to the data of the high-energy particle flow—come on, children, the people who inspected your homework are here, come here, and report the analysis report of the attack on the Egret star verbally! "

The four students looked at each other, and White choked on the bread and almost died on the spot.

Lin Jingheng didn't want to waste time listening to a few students who didn't understand shit, so she frowned and gave Lu Bixing a look. The tail has probably been propped up and waved a fan.

Lin Jingheng let out a long breath, without saying a word, withdrew her elbow, folded her arms in front of her chest, and was forcibly "checked homework".

The four students trembled and shoved each other for a while, Huang Jingshu, who was used to being the eldest sister, had to be the first to come forward, her voice was as quiet as if she had never scolded the street in her life, and she began to read her analysis report softly : "A week ago, according to reliable information, interstellar pirates attacked the Egret asteroid, and the high-energy particle flow formed by the bombing passed through the base and was..."

Lin Jingheng interrupted her lightly: "The important point."

"Heavy, important point?" Huang Jingshu flipped back in a panic, "Oh, I... I used the 'triangulation method' to deduce..."

Lin Jingheng interrupted her again: "The triangulation method is a theoretical model of the academic school. In order to formulate the formula, it is necessary to eliminate multiple interference items, which cannot be calculated in practice."

He still remembered that the girl was also called "Jingshu", because of this name, he had a lot of patience with her, and thought his tone was very soft, "After the softness", he even asked: "Did you use other models? "

Huang Jingshu's face turned red all of a sudden, she picked her personal terminal with her fingers, and was speechless.

Lin Jingheng gave her half a minute, benevolent: "Next."

White stammered, "I... I also used triangulation and nested Cruz splits inside..."

Lin Jingheng: "Nonsense, next."

"I checked the planetary files and orbits of Egret." Mint cleared her throat vigorously, and took a peek at Lin Jingheng. Interrupting her, Mint summoned up her courage and continued, "The quality of an egret is..."

Lin Jingheng: "I know the mass of an egret."

Mint: "I simulated several attacks on Egret by weight."

Lin Jingheng raised her eyelids: "What kind of simulation is used?"

Mint whispered, "Astronomical calculator."

Lin Jingheng twitched the corner of her mouth with a half-smile: "I recommend you to use a children's arithmetic calculator, which is easier to operate. Next."

Douji saw his classmates smashed into the sand one by one, and was frightened into a stick that stood upright. With a humiliation on his face that was about to cry, he buzzed, "I...I don't know how to do it."

Lin Jingheng nodded gracefully: "I appreciate your clean and neat style, which saves everyone's time."

After finishing speaking, he made a gesture of disbanding to everyone, and the bastard turned around angrily and walked towards the database in the main control room, ignoring everyone.

At this moment, Lu Bixing finally understood what it means to have "pleasures of entertainment" - in the eyes of General Lin, I am afraid that all the idiots in the world are his entertainment.

He sighed, waved to the aggrieved students, and led them to Lin Jingheng.

Lin Jingheng didn't say anything, and let them watch. He was very focused on what he was doing, and could completely ignore Lu Bixing's real-time explanation.A dizzying amount of data flows through his personal terminal without even resorting to artificial intelligence.

After all, the number one enemy of the Silver Fortress will always be the interstellar pirates. Even if he doesn't know who to fight for, confronting and analyzing interstellar pirates has almost become his instinct.

By the time he came to an end, the sun was already in the west, and the students with brain overload left in a daze, and a porcelain cup was handed over from the side.Lin Jingheng didn't take her eyes off the personal terminal, took a sip, found that it wasn't white water, put the porcelain cup back into the opponent's hand, and found a sink to spit it out.

Lu Bixing took a sip from his cup in bewilderment, but did not taste any peculiar smell: "What's wrong? Do you not eat sweets, or are you lactose intolerant?"

"It's not that particular," Lin Jingheng poured himself a glass of water, "I'll just drink water."

Lu Bixing's eyes fell on his empty shirt, and he suddenly realized: "Are you controlling your diet and regaining weight?"

Lin Jingheng didn't have the habit of discussing her figure with another man, so she ignored him and turned her back to review her day's results.

He propped his hands on the main computer in the main control room of the mecha station, his shoulders slightly raised, showing his flat shoulders. The artificial daylight was about to leave the base, and at this time it shot in obliquely, just piercing through his thin shirt, revealing The shadowy waistline comes.

Lu Bixing's eyes fell, and he couldn't help stretching out his hand a few steps away, and forcibly restraining his urge to touch it, he coughed dryly: "When you gave yourself a muscle-dissolving injection, why didn't you think about the pain you're suffering now?" sin?"

Lin Jingheng: "Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Lu Bixing walked around to him, too close, a fruity smell lingered over him, Lin Jingheng subconsciously dodged.

Lu Bixing didn't catch him, so he had to eat the half of the apple that couldn't be put into his mouth: "I think it's okay if you eat less of other things, don't be so harsh on yourself and the world - what do you like to eat? Eat Sweet and spicy? Carnivorous or vegetarian? Besides not drinking beer, are you picky eaters?"

Lin Jingheng: "..."

I don’t know if it’s his illusion, although Lu Bixing used to be quite annoying, but it’s still within his tolerance range to know how to know, to be sensible, and even occasionally—almost a meteor shower that can be observed by the naked eye probability—he is willing to admit that Lu Bixing is a bit cute.

But recently, I don't know if he has put on the "lost and found filter", and he is too conniving with this person. Lin Jingheng feels that this kid is a bit smug.

"Prince Gloria Ares Von's heavy armor firepower is completely comparable to that of the regular alliance army," Lin Jingheng said with a straight face, forcefully changing the subject, "heavy weapons have a much stronger loading capacity than the alliance, with great destructive power and stronger defense performance , but I think they may have sacrificed some mobility, and the anti-tracking system you proposed earlier works. If you stay to talk to me about this, I'll give you 15 minutes, if not, get out."

"The structure has been completed," Lu Bixing said, "The robots are working overtime. When the time comes, use the mecha to send it outside the energy tower. It won't delay your business."

Lin Jingheng's face softened.

Afterwards, Lu Bixing answered again: "Lin, you often frown and don't smile, is it because you think you have more temperament when you are serious than when you smile?"

Lin Jingheng pointed to the door, motioning for him to kneel down.

However, Lu Bixing not only refused to leave, he even dragged a chair over and sat down.

Lin Jingheng was stared at by his curious and exploratory eyes, and always felt that he had become the protagonist of some kind of weird experimental report: "What else do you want?"

Lu Bixing felt a familiar challenge from him.

A group of people with the worst personality and the most difficult to get along with in the world seem to have become his students, and in these two points, Lin Jingheng is exceptional, but Lu Bixing likes him very much.

Lu Bixing suspected that he had some inclinations, and he was particularly attracted to this kind of people who were not things.He thought about it, and felt that if he answered "chat" at this time, this person would definitely turn around and leave, so he skillfully picked a topic that was easy to be taken lightly: "What is Votto like?"

Lin Jingheng froze for a moment, the softest part of her heart seemed to have been pricked with a needle.

At that time, the Lu family was only less than two kilometers away from the Union Parliament Building. Climbing up to the roof, one could see the fairyland-like forest park behind the Parliament Building. A much-loved child who was supposed to be born there was now asking him what Watto was. The same—he even thought Watto would have crowded tube houses and slums.

Lin Jingheng was still thinking about whether he was too conniving, but now he stepped on this idea again, and in a blink of an eye he forgot how he wanted to hang Lu Bixing up and beat him, wishing he could give him everything he wanted .

"Votto has a small population." Lin Jingheng said carefully, "Except for the central shopping plaza, there are almost no tall buildings."

"Why?" Lu Bixing asked strangely, "Don't big shots like to climb high and watch?"

"There are always people who don't like it. People who don't like it don't climb high, and of course they don't want others to climb high and peep at themselves." Lin Jingheng slightly relaxed the tense back, "Everything in Votto is the epitome of the alliance, and the forces of all parties seesaw The result of balance is that the height limit of all buildings in Votto, except for the central business district, cannot exceed the height of the sky track. Three-quarters of the land is covered with ornamental plants, and the entire Capital Star is like a gardening park.”

Lu Bixing, a country bumpkin born and bred in eight galaxies, has only seen the first galaxy in movies, and seen a few sporadic photos of Votto in books, most of which are concentrated in the parliament building - Votto's dignitaries gather, and many places prohibit shooting and framing ——He found it a little hard to imagine: "Wouldn't that be inconvenient, I mean living facilities?"

"Wotto is different from other places. There is no private land on the capital planet. All the land is divided according to level and position. There are rules for the area and spacing. It is better to live in a sparsely populated place than to wrong anyone. The living materials are all It is rationed, and there are dedicated service personnel on duty in each area. If you need anything, you can use the personal terminal to summon it. As long as it is not illegal, they can help you with anything. The air track is basically semi-exclusive, and the transportation is convenient. No public facilities are needed."

Lu Bixing was first shocked by the extravagance of the rich and powerful, and then felt a little guilty, suspecting that he could not afford to support General Lin, who was born in Woto, so he asked cautiously, "Is this the same in your family?"

Lin Jingheng was silent for a while, then nodded vaguely: "Almost."

The general of the alliance has an exclusive mansion, but Lin Jingheng only went there once symbolically on the day the construction was completed, recorded a gene lock, and handed it over to a bunch of robots to take care of it. He can't even remember the address now.Since taking over the Silver Fortress, Lin Jingheng hasn’t spent any vacations, and occasionally travels to and from Woto, and always lives in the reception hotel behind the parliament building, and leaves after finishing work. If you want to talk about home—in fact, Zhanlu Jijia is more like his home .

Lu Bixing: "Then you...are you aggrieved in this tight base now?"

"It's okay," Lin Jingheng said, and then added with care, "It's a bit noisy."

Lu Bixing hesitated for a moment: "Why did you leave the alliance back then? How did you log out of the Eden system?"

Lin Jingheng skipped the first question, and said lightly: "In the final analysis, the Garden of Eden is a kind of technology, not a god. There are always loopholes that can be exploited."

Lu Bixing: "What about your family? Don't you worry?"

He started from Woto, approached little by little in a circle, and finally brought the topic to Lin Jingheng himself. Unfortunately, the precious prey is not so easy to catch. The question is already too personal when asked here. Hearing that, he avoided answering and asked instead: "For so many years, the one-eyed eagle has not let you leave the eighth galaxy?"

Lu Bixing accepted it as soon as he saw it: "Yes, I can't even mention it. If I mention it, I will explode. It seems that I have a wanted warrant on my head. If I step into the Seven Star System, I will be arrested and brought to justice."

Lin Jingheng: "..."

This kid made a nonsense statement, but it was almost inseparable.

"Didn't you sneak away by yourself?"

"I ran away," Lu Bixing said, "I ran to Beijing Star and met you. Actually, my destination was not Beijing Star. At that time, I accidentally opened your ecological cabin. I felt that I had caused trouble, so I had to stay and take care of you." You ended up staying for such a long time, taught a few students by the way, sold the mecha and changed the school, the plan couldn’t keep up with the changes, and the great cause of the Tour Alliance fell by the wayside.”

Lin Jingheng was puzzled, because Lu Bixing's mech design was unconstrained, although it was a wild way, but he was highly accomplished, and it was not a problem to make a living anywhere, even if he had no documents or money, there were still people who were willing to help him solve it. , and this person is so bold that he even dared to do human experiments on himself, and driving a mecha to the alliance may not be considered an adventure for him. Lin Jingheng really can't figure out how the one-eyed eagle can trap him in Gloria Star 20 for many years.

Lu Bixing put his hands on the back of his head, and leaned back very heartily: "Now that I think about it, it would be a pity if I died on the Beijing star at that time. I haven't traveled around the eight galaxies of the alliance, and I haven't been in love. This life seems to be in vain."

Lin Jingheng couldn't get rid of the Nuwa project and the terrifying human body grafting of the bird boy. His voice was a little tight, and he pretended to be nonchalant, and asked tentatively: "Haven't you even been in love? Then you are on Gloria Star for 20 years?" What have you been doing for so many years, just dismantling and assembling mechs?"

Lu Bixing keenly heard the tension in his voice, and thought happily: "This Mensao, you are so oblique in spying on my love history."

"I still save fate," he blinked at Lin Jingheng, "Save a little every day, after so many years, I will meet you, General."

Lin Jingheng: "..."

He always felt that these words were weird!