imperfections

Lin Jingheng couldn't figure out what kind of routine this was.

Feeling my conscience, with Lin Jingheng's insensitive nerves, I can hear that these words are a bit ambiguous... But it is not impossible that "the speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention".

Firstly, Admiral Lin seldom chats with others, even at this age, he has never experienced "chat" and "ambiguity", so he is not very able to grasp this kind of degree; secondly, Lu Bixing is a man He is usually familiar and lively, Lin Jingheng is not sure if he speaks with this accent.

Because Lin Jingheng was stunned for a while and didn't answer, leaving Lu Bixing in the air, the atmosphere suddenly became subtly awkward.

Lu Bixing coughed dryly: "That..."

Lin Jingheng: "You..."

The two of them opened their mouths almost at the same time, and closed their mouths at the same time, staring at each other, which was even more embarrassing.

At this moment, there was a sound from the guards gathering outside the mech station outside the window. A group of self-defense members, men, women, young and old, who had been training crazily for a day, with hideous faces, yelled three times under the command of Saturday "Long live the Self-Defense Forces", the hoarse voice broke the frozen air in the main control room.

Lu Bixing reacted quickly, and immediately stepped down from the donkey, forced a "haha" smile, and at the same time raised his hand to pat Lin Jingheng's hand.

Lin Jingheng: "..."

"You don't know the old legend, right? It's special. People who accidentally bump into each other and speak will hit each other. The one who strikes first will have good fortune, and the one who gets beaten will have good luck," Lu Bixing said with a pun. , "I'll give you a little luck, you're welcome."

After saying this, Lu Bixing didn't dare to look at his expression anymore, he jumped up, turned around and ran - as if he would be held down and kissed by a gangster if he ran too slowly.

"Wait." Lin Jingheng called to stop him.

Lu Bixing paused, looked back anxiously and somewhat expectantly, saw Lin Jingheng avoiding his sight, lowered his head and took a few sips of tasteless boiled water, seemed to think for a moment, and then continued: "Your friend... The one that took them outside and yelled all day."

"Saturday?" Lu Bixing blurted out, "He is..."

The three words "heterosexual" almost blurted out, Lu Bixing reacted, biting off the words in a thrilling manner, almost embarrassing.

"What?" Lin Jingheng first raised his eyebrows, and then waved his hands indifferently, "No matter what he is—I think he probably made a mistake in the cause and effect relationship. Elites, but because they are elites, they can withstand the high-intensity training of more than ten hours a day. He confused this, and the people under his hands quickly ran away."

Lu Bixing smiled and poked his head in from the door frame: "General, are you a free off-site guide?"

Lin Jingheng spent a long time spitting with him, talking dry and irritable, and the battery probably ran out, so he turned back into a deaf-mute just right.

Lu Bixing walked away without stepping on the ground. If it wasn't for the monitoring in the elevator room, he would probably be able to dance for himself.

Exploring the emotional relationship between Lin and the unknown, for Lu Bixing, is like flying out of the atmosphere of Gloria Star and exploring space for the first time. Even though every step has been verified and praised by previous generations, when he approached himself, he still found that "What comes on paper is always shallow", every step is thrilling.

Occasional gains can make people excited and carried away.

However, the base is like a precarious bird's nest under the storm.The wet wings may occasionally rub against a faint temperature, but the main theme is still lightning and thunder.

When Lu Bixing tactfully conveyed Lin Jingheng's suggestion to Saturday, it didn't go well unexpectedly. Lu Bixing suddenly realized that his chicken soup might have been overcooked.

Objectively speaking, there is nothing wrong with what Lin Jingheng said, because long-term and strict self-discipline is not a "spirit", it is a quality that is not easy to cultivate, and it is inseparable from the environment, education, scientific and systematic management, and self-management. It's not something that can be conjured up by shouting "Long live what the hell" every day.

But Saturday neither believed in "talented elites" nor "step by step"—if he had believed, he would not have singled out dozens of people and dragged them to Lu Bixing.

After listening to it on Saturday, I was silent for a while, and asked, "Mr. Lu, what do you think should be done?"

"I suggest not to carry out standardized military training," Lu Bixing said, "For example, you can divide the self-defense team into several groups and let everyone prepare for the triathlon competition by themselves. Those who win can choose the mecha first. At the beginning, it is best to use encouragement as the starting point. Lord, take your time, it is better than forcing them to do things, many things cannot be accomplished overnight."

This time, there was a longer silence on Saturday, and he said: "But Prince Gloria has already blown up to Egret, do we still have time to take our time?"

"That can't be helped. We are in this condition now, and it is much better than when we couldn't even pick out a mecha pilot," Lu Bixing said, "I am trying to make a mirror anti-tracking system for Further hide the coordinates of the base, in case Prince Gloria comes near here, you can stop them with guerrilla warfare..."

"Brother, don't talk about it. I haven't read any books. Sometimes I react slowly, but I'm not stupid. What General Lin said to me that day, I went back and thought about it. After thinking about it, what he meant Yeah, the Confederates can't do it, let's stop wasting our efforts, shall we?" Saturday interrupted him, "I don't believe, 'Go ahead, don't look back', that's what you told me, I do it every day now Tell yourself once, who the hell isn't raised by natural parents?"

Lu Bixing tried to slow down his tone: "I told you to demand yourself like the Silver Ten Guards, which means that you should respect yourself as an elite of the Silver Ten Guards, learn the spirit and mentality first, and did not say move the schedule. Everything must be done step by step. Well, even the Silver Ten Guards must have just enlisted in the army."

Shaking his head on Saturday: "Maybe I'm not good for anything. I've always been bitten by a snake once, and I've been afraid of well ropes for ten years. I haven't had a good night's sleep for so many years. I always feel that today I am good, everyone is good, and tomorrow may be." You're the first person to make me think 'maybe I can control my destiny too'."

Lu Bixing frowned slightly, unable to refute this point, because the sense of crisis on Saturday was right.And the current self-defense force was organized by themselves on Saturday when he was away. Lu Bixing made suggestions, but it was not easy to forcefully intervene - he is a scholar after all, and he can't do anything to compete with others for the right to speak.

Lu Bixing had no choice but to say: "But no one in the Self-Defense Force has ever been a soldier. Have you ever thought about it? It's not realistic to force them to adapt to militarized management immediately. Let's talk about yourself, can you adapt?"

Saturday's categorical: "I can!"

It's a pity that the "word spirit" in ancient oriental legends seems to be just a fairy tale from a small island on the earth.

Lin Jingheng's words hit the mark.

The second day of self-defense force military training.

The students squatted in the main control room, watching in astonishment as Lin Jingheng used an analysis report to restore the firepower configuration of Prince Gloria's guards, and even simulated a battle with a computer.During this period, Lu Bixing tried to seduce Admiral Lin with a piece of low-temperature barbecue, but Admiral Lin ignored him.

The attendance rate of the Self-Defense Force's morning training was reduced by a quarter. Those who were dehydrated, suffered from heatstroke, suffered from stomach flu, and overexercised...the medical cabins of the entire base were fully occupied by them.

The fifth day of military training for the Self-Defense Forces.

After finishing the trimming of the Zhanlu mecha core, the heavy three mechas saw the light of day again. During the test flight, this mecha that should have been decommissioned long ago was like a demon that covered the sky and called the wind and rain. The whole mecha station was shivering under it. Everyone watched in amazement and went down to the sky.When it orbited the base outside the artificial atmosphere, it seemed as if a new star had grown in the sky.When seeing off, Lu Bixing did not know where to get a piece of cheese cake, which was very delicate, with flower petals sprinkled on it, trying to seduce Admiral Lin, but Admiral Lin turned a blind eye.

On the same day, the attendance rate of the Self-Defense Forces dropped to less than half. When people's blood was drained, the victory against the flow of high-energy particles was downgraded from "glory" to "cowhide."As for the slogan, saying it three times is as pale as water, and it can no longer inspire anyone.

The seventh day of military training for the Self-Defense Forces.

Some instruments of the anti-tracking system have been completed, Chongsan’s test is completed, and all functions are running well. Lu Bixing re-planned the mech station to make room for Chongsan.Returning to the voyage three times, Lu Bixing came to greet him with a bowl of hot and sour noodles just out of the pot. General Lin, who was empty of all four things... Like a Tang monk who was quietly moved by his daughter king, he hid imperceptibly.Lu Bixing was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue him, but he happened to be bumped into by a one-eyed eagle. The old Persian cat came to intervene, and adapted "Temptation on the Tip of the Tongue" into a bloody verbal dispute.

At this time, dissatisfaction in the Self-Defense Forces seemed to rise like a tidal wave. Under the strong pressure on Saturday, people began to flirt with each other and form new small groups.

The eighth day of military training of the Self-Defense Forces, at 05:30 in the morning.

The morning practice started on time, but on Saturday, there were only two or three kittens waiting outside the mecha station, and they were all the first group of people who followed him.

The entire base was silent, like a silent mockery.Only a few elderly people with little sleep went out to let the wind go, and gathered together in groups of three or five, watching this side from a distance, like old crows on the verge of dying, watching the livestock that are dying.

"Brother Saturday," looked left and right during the holidays, saw that no one dared to speak, so he stood up against Saturday's heavy eyes, "I called, but they didn't come, they said... they said you..."

"Tell me what?"

"It's not for the good of the base at all to say that you will 'pinch the tip and play horizontally'. It is useless to let them jump and run around the mecha station like a donkey pulling a mill every day. Why don't you ask Teacher Lu to talk about how the mecha works? Fuck you. You want to take advantage of Sister Smelly's absence and become your own boss..." The voice of the holiday became lower and lower, "They also said that Sister Smelly has hemorrhoids, it is impossible to hide from seeing people for so long, and maybe you just let her down black hand."

Sister Smelly didn’t show up for days, it’s impossible that no one in the base noticed, but everyone didn’t take it to heart, and even teased him about hemorrhoids—because Sister Smelly is an out-and-out villain, and she also knows that she has no prestige, and she has to handle it Others, so only he knows the route map and supply station coordinates as the retreat route.Sister Smelly was afraid of being followed by others, so every time she went on inspections, she sneaked away by herself, and then came back sneakily after a while, missing for a month was nothing new.

But this time, he left as soon as he left, and the base changed indistinctly. People began to associate it under the instigation of caring people.

They don't doubt Lu Bixing and other outsiders, because the psychological shadow brought by Lin Jingheng has not dissipated, and for the base, Lu Bixing is more like a savior who descended from the sky, and what he brought to the base is all good changes. The power of the challenge, together with the help of the gentle wind and light rain, almost brought a certain kind of mythical color, which cannot be doubted.

People believe that foreign monks can chant scriptures, but they are often full of malicious speculation about a lotus flower growing in a mud pit.

The people hiding in the base are lucky and unlucky. Fortunately, the base escaped the disaster and survived because of Sister Smelly's precautions. Unfortunately, luck makes them feel inferior and complacent, and cannot face the outside world , They have been lazy out of inertia.

This group of mobs gathered in a hurry only persisted for half a month, and the hearts of the people became so disorganized.The combat effectiveness has not improved, but the internal struggle is growing gratifyingly.

During the holiday, I asked cautiously: "Brother Saturday, what should I do? How about... Should I ask Mr. Lu?"

On Saturday, his face was sullen and he didn't say a word. He vowed to say "he can" to Lu Bixing. In less than a week, he was slapped in the face by his father and fellow villagers, and he went to see Lu Bixing in a disheartened manner.Besides, what can Lu Bixing do?

At best, it's like training animals, hanging a little lottery in front of them, and fooling them to follow.This is not the same as the Self-Defense Forces he envisioned.

Gritting his teeth on Saturday, he looked up at the fully lit sky at the base. He couldn't wake up the people who pretended to be asleep, and couldn't cure the incurable disease. He experienced boundless hardship and loneliness.

On vacation, he asked softly: "Brother Saturday, shall we still train today?"

"Training!" gritted his teeth on Saturday and said, "Why not training?"

After finishing speaking, he took a big step and ran out first, leading the Self-Defense Forces with less than [-] people behind him, forcefully squeezing the air out of his lungs, and roared stubbornly: "Long live the Self-Defense Forces!"

Lu Bixing was waiting for the students in the main control room of the mecha, leaning against the window and watching Saturday lead people away, his eyes swept over the date card in the corner, Lin Jingheng gave him a deadline of more than a month .

The principle of long-distance communication is similar to that of long-distance scanning. It requires sufficient energy, a large enough mental network, and a sufficiently accurate distribution of transition points. Lin Jingheng scanned all the transition points near the secret channel leading to the outside world, and left After disabling the remote communicator, Zhanlu's contact range can be expanded to outside the domain through the jump network to scan communication targets.The two parties in contact have a pre-agreed key. Once they match, the remote communication channel will be established starting from the other party's response.

Lu Bixing knew that the completion of the military survey map and the three-time heaven means that Lin Jingheng can now send signals to the outside world at any time.The reason why he hasn't done anything yet is that he keeps his word and abides by the agreement.

Mint, who arrived first, walked behind him at some point: "Mr. Lu, I don't think these people can be saved. That one is a little pitiful."

Lu Bixing looked back at her with a straight face: "Which one?"

Mint's puberty may be a bit long. A sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl still looks like a rib that grows wildly, and the skin and flesh can't keep up with the bones.She stood on one leg, with the other foot lightly on the ground, swaying from side to side, chewing a piece of gum in her mouth: "No one—why do you look like a feudal dean? Then we won't help you."

Lu Bixing wondered, "What did you help me with?"

"To fool Uncle One-Eyed Eagle," Mint said, "He told us to notify General Lin anytime he approached you, and he also said that he would take us to eat and drink spicy food in the future. Mr. Lu, does your father have empty-nester syndrome? "

Lu Bixing: "..."

"Speaking of which, Mr. Lu, do you really like General Lin? It's so scary, I dare not look him in the face, you are too courageous." Mint girl blew a bubble with chewing gum skillfully as she said. , "Crack" bit out a sound, she asked curiously in a low voice, "Have you ever kissed him?"

Lu Bixing almost choked on the spit star.

"No way? Are you uncles so reserved? When I was in Beijing, I often went to cheap taverns with a group of people. I would chat with whoever invited me for a drink. If I liked it, I would give it a try. Try it, just leave the call after kissing, and say goodbye if you don't call, pay attention to efficiency." Mint said, "Uncle One-Eyed Eagle has gone crazy for two courses of treatment after so long, you haven't even kissed, so what are you doing together? ?”

As soon as she finished speaking, the elevator door of the main control room opened, and Lin Jingheng just walked in.He finished his morning exercise and just took a shower, his face was a rare color of blood, his hair was still wet, and he was surrounded by a rush of hormones.

Lu Bixing's eyes fell on his lips involuntarily. He was not feeling well. He pulled his eyes away with all his strength, and he turned to Mint to cover up: "Are you saying something for an underage girl? Don't think that you are not on Beijing Star." , the school rules no longer exist, hand in yesterday's homework, and write for the inspection!"

Lin Jingheng seldom saw him lose his temper, so he looked at him twice in surprise, and then he probably felt that the way he taught the little girl was very interesting, and a slight smile flickered at the corner of his mouth: "Didn't you mean to test the anti-tracking system today?"

The well-informed young scientist seemed to have opened a Pandora's box in his mind, flashing through countless descriptions of kisses, and hastily cleared his throat like a dog.

"Here, follow me." Lu Bixing said, "I was going to do a ground experiment, but I just had a new idea."