imperfections

Lu Bixing posted under the calendar for a while, remembering that before he went to deliver supplies for Saturday, there was no such mark on the calendar, it should be added temporarily.

He looked back and saw that the Jijia Station was directly opposite, and there were two doors and a small road across from the administrative building, and the lights in Lin Jingheng's room were on.

It has been a long time since Lu Bixing had a private conversation with Lin Jingheng since Zhanlu accidentally punctured her.

At the beginning, whenever he closed his eyes before going to bed every day, he would think of Lin Jingheng's complicated and surprised eyes. As far as the degree of embarrassment of this matter was concerned, it was ranked among the top ten in Lu Bixing's personal experience. It made him hide from Lin Jingheng for a few days with his brows downcast.But fortunately, Principal Lu is still young, and his youthful face is always surprisingly flexible. After a few days, he adjusted his mental state and planned to have a talk with Lin Jingheng on "combining theory with practice".

Then he realized that Lin started avoiding him.

Lin Jingheng may have some kind of special stealth function. Driving such a behemoth as Zhongsan, he can actually appear and disappear. Except for routine exercises, at other times, this person disappears whenever he wants, and no black technology can be used to locate him.At this point, Lu Bixing finally understood why Lin didn't care about such an important item as the anti-tracking system in the first place. If the ten silver guards all know the stunt of disappearing out of thin air, then they really don't need so many layers of insurance.

At this time, the light in Lin Jingheng's room was on... and judging by the brightness, it wasn't the small light he used for working at his desk.

This is generally a preparation for receiving guests.

Lin is waiting for him.

However, Lu Bixing wandered for a while on the small road between the administrative building and the Jijia Station, feeling a dilemma.

A long time ago, Lu Bixing's goal was not high. He just wanted to do his best to reduce unnecessary casualties in this war. It is lucky to be able to keep this base.He thought about not disturbing Lin's plan as much as possible, and it's best to take into account the overall situation and the local area.

But after all, he didn't have Lin Jingheng's heart that could jump out of the world of mortals at any time.

During the three months of being together day and night, he watched these weed-like beings struggling repeatedly in the sinking, watching them try to stand up like humans, fall down, and then roll and crawl on the ground. Together with them, he transformed the dilapidated station-like base As they are now, they can almost call everyone by name... Lin Jingheng and Cyclops know the "rules" tacitly, and never ask other people's names and biographies, because they know that they are all glue, It will stick people together, and if there is too much sticking, it will be hard to let go.

Lu Bixing has suffered a lot since he was a child, and he has also received a lot of love. They gave him a solid foundation at the beginning of his life, so that his family has been ruined to this point, and he can still heal his scars and forget the pain. I believe Things will always turn around, and things will always develop in a good place.

But he may be wrong.

At this time, the base was shrouded in darkness, and there were less than three hours before the expiration of the three-month agreement.Foucault and Weasel have learned how to hide in the anti-tracking system, and the SDF will be disbanded on Saturday.They tried their best, but they still didn't have time to grow human.

The matter has come to this point, Lu Bixing has no other way to get the best of both worlds.

He didn't know whether he should go up and ask Lin Jingheng.

Three months is the biggest concession Lin Jingheng can make. This is based on the famous "Hundred Days Hypothesis" in the history of interstellar warfare, proposed by General Lu Xin, and read by Lu Bixing-if an all-out war with extremely destructive power breaks out in the interstellar However, when the communication network is interrupted, all parties who rely too much on information will be slowed down.Due to the complexity of the cosmic environment, after the collapse of the communication network, except for Prince Gloria, who is completely insane, everyone will be cautious and radiate their spheres of influence around their respective strongholds, and the scale of conflicts will also be greatly reduced. Three to four months later, the new pattern will initially take shape. At that time, the situation will change rapidly, and it will be really late if you don't show up.

Lu Bixing didn't want to test whether Lin would make concessions for personal feelings.Out of emotion and reason, he shouldn't delay General Lin anymore.

But... what about the people at the base?

Saturdays, holidays, Miss Foucault, weasels, fat sisters, film granny...should they be silently swallowed by this damn era?

"Teacher Lu?" Someone called him behind him, and Lu Bixing turned around to see that it was Fat Sister.

The fat lady was dressed very casually, she came out for a stroll with her slippers on, her freshly washed hair was wrapped with an absorbent towel, and she was carrying two big bags in her hands, she was looking at him strangely: "I saw someone from a long distance away. After going back and forth here, I realized that it was you. It's so late, what are you doing here?"

Lu Bixing smiled wryly: "Why did you go there again?"

"Hey, it's not just those old men who don't die," said the fat lady. I lost all my east and west teeth, and I still live a shitty year, don’t you know that I’m losing a year every year?”

Lu Bixing was taken aback, and looked up at the calendar hanging on the mecha station in astonishment. It turned out that he only paid attention to the dead line, and didn't look at the date carefully. This is the last day of the year...

No wonder Saturday, who planned to disband the Self-Defense Forces, insisted on finishing this evening before returning home.

While cursing and complaining, the fat lady opened the food bag in her hand, took out an insulated lunch box and stuffed it for Lu Bixing. Inside was a traditional "lunch box cake", which originated in the earth age and was Popular in the Age of Discovery, this kind of cake has no shape and is usually made by hand. The cake maker stacks the ingredients layer by layer in the lunch box as he likes, and eats with a spoon. It is simple and kind.

The fat sister also wrote "Happy New Year" written in chocolate sauce on the cake.

"Have you eaten yet? Take this back for supper." The fat lady stuffed the lunch box for him, raised her hand and slapped him on the back, "I need to eat for supper, he's quite a big guy, he's so skinny like this Monkey-like - when my son was your age, he was much stronger than you, weighing more than 230 catties."

Lu Bixing laughed dryly: "This goal is too far away, I'd better be slimmer, fat lady, go slowly."

The fat lady waved her hand at him, and walked towards the residential area with twists and turns.

She lived alone and had no children. It is said that she once had a little boy, but he died before he was ten years old.The boy who died young grew up in her imagination, and according to her aesthetics, he grew into a burly man weighing more than 200 kilograms. Now he might be waiting for her to watch the night at home.

Lu Bixing looked down at the crooked handwriting on the cake, took a deep breath, turned and walked towards the illuminated administrative building, he thought: "I shouldn't know those stories."

Ten sailing days later, the mechs of the Self-Defense Forces gathered together. This group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals had enough sleep during the day, adjusted the time, got together to brag and fart, and waited for the New Year without the bell.

Holding his beloved rabbit's ashes during the holiday, he opened a compressed nutritious meal, took a bite, and said happily: "Mine is tuna-flavored. It is the most auspicious to eat fish during the Chinese New Year."

"Who did you listen to, where did the tradition come from, did you make it up?"

"The tradition of the ancient earth age," said the famous mother "buzzing" on vacation, "this is what my mother told me."

There was a burst of laughter in the communication channel, and all kinds of obscenities came out like a blowout, and they argued with them angrily on holiday.

There was no sound on Saturday, lying flat on the console of the mecha, eyes closed, looking out with the spirit net, surrounded by beams of light from the mechas of his companions, and the spirit net is still receiving a steady stream of light from the universe Energy and waves draw half-intelligible lines on the energy monitoring map.

At some point, the communication channel suddenly fell silent, and when he came back to his senses on Saturday, he heard someone calling him.

"Huh?" he asked, "What did you just say?"

"Are you really going to disband the Self-Defense Forces?" a self-defense member asked. "Actually, I don't think we are worse than anyone else. Even if Foucault and the others have more people, the weasels—we are better than the weasels, right? Why should we disband first?"

"I never dreamed that one day I would be able to drive a mecha to the sky and perform patrol exercises," said another self-defense team member. "Isn't my work in vain now that I have been disbanded?"

"There is no physical training today, I haven't moved all day, and my body is still rusty."

"Brother Saturday, the Self-Defense Forces have been disbanded, what shall we do in the future?"

Saturday was silent for a moment, then turned over impatiently, turned his back to the communication channel, and said in a low voice: "What should I do? If you are not willing, you can join another team, so that you don't feel that you have been busy before."

Holiday blurted out: "But we just want to follow you!"

Saturday's heart froze, tears almost didn't come down, he held back his eyes hard, stared at the energy monitoring chart on the mech with wide eyes, wanting to let the tears dry naturally, he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

But those people still refused to shut up, and started to say something, and the self-defense team members chattered behind him.

"I joined the Self-Defense Force because I wanted to follow you. If it weren't for you, who else would make me get up at six o'clock every day and run and dance?"

"I can't stand weasels. There are too many people in Foucault's side. It's just fishing in troubled waters, which is boring."

"Brother Saturday, is there still a discussion on this matter?"

"Xiao Liu, if you want me to say..."

On Saturday, he felt that his eye sockets were about to burst, and even the energy monitoring map in front of him was shaking. He lowered his head unbearably, and wiped his eyes vigorously—then he saw clearly that the energy monitoring map was indeed moving!

Complicated lines rippling back and forth like water waves, and the outermost line fluctuates so much that it almost spreads beyond the monitoring map. Rows of formulas automatically pop up on the screen.The rationality and emotion in Saturday's mind have not yet been separated, and he was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself: "What does this thing mean?"

He jumped up suddenly, dug out his personal terminal, found the simple instruction manual that Lu Bixing had made for them, and compared it with the monitoring map. Then, he was startled, and found an identical image on the "instruction manual", and the label at the bottom seemed to be " Unknown mechs (armed) are approaching."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Saturday roared at the gloomy communication channel, and quickly turned on the monitoring function of the anti-tracking system. In the far outermost periphery, he saw several shadowy and hideous silhouettes of mechs, "Send the base a message." Xin, there are unknown mechs approaching... Ten... No, more! Check your defenses and weaponry! Hurry up!"

In the base, Lin Jingheng waited in the room prepared and opened the door for Lu Bixing.

Lu Bixing awkwardly raised his hand at him as a greeting. He glanced at the lunch box cake in his hand, as if he had found a reason: "Today is New Year's Eve, I came to you...uh, share a piece of cake."

Speaking of this, he thought of something again, and glanced into Lin Jingheng's room: "That..."

"Zhanlu is not here, don't worry." Lin Jingheng motioned him to enter the room sideways, "I left him in Chongsanli."

Lu Bixing—a super AI fan who once coveted Zhanlu—heaved a sigh of relief, feeling that he has been a bit anti-tech lately.

Lin Jingheng's desk was covered with a three-dimensional map of interstellar routes, extending from the table to the roof. He put it away with a wave of his hand, motioned for Lu Bixing to sit down, and poured him another cup of coffee, straight to the point: "Have you seen the calendar, come now Are you looking for me, have you thought about what to say?"

Lu Bixing choked for a moment, and his tense shoulders slumped: "...No, I just came back from Saturday and haven't eaten yet. Wait for me for a while."

Lin Jingheng wanted to entertain him, but she opened the freezer next to her and saw that the nutritious meals in the whole cabinet were neater than the bricks of the wall, and not as sincere as the lunch box cake, so she had to give up.

"Don't just watch me eat," Lu Bixing took an extra spoon, and lightly touched him with the tip of his toe under the table, "Taste."

Lin Jingheng didn't move.

Lu Bixing then sighed, dug out a small piece, and handed it to his mouth: "Give me some face."

Lin Jingheng first frowned and turned his head to avoid it. After a stalemate for two seconds, he breathed out helplessly, and took a mouthful of his hand as if taking poison.

Lu Bixing's eyes slid over the spoon, landed on Lin Jingheng's lips, and then moved away forcibly, staring at the clock on the corner of the table - at this time, it was two hours and ten minutes before zero o'clock.

"There's still time, let me say something else first," he said suddenly, "I've been looking for you for the past few days...cough!"

Lu Bixing cleared his throat vigorously, and sat up straight with his pen, as if he was having a serious interview: "The last time I went to see you... was when I locked you in the medical cabin. , performed a full-body scan of myself."

Lin Jingheng: "..."

This intriguing opening made him not know how to answer.

Lu Bixing rubbed his nose and realized that what he said was like a terminally ill patient saying goodbye to relatives and friends, so he braced himself and cleared his throat again: "...I found out that my hormones were abnormal at that time."

He took a quick glance at Lin Jingheng, swung his eyes up and down several times, and finally stopped on those gray irises as if mustering up his courage. Lu Bixing said incoherently: "I don't have much experience, but according to Theoretically, this conclusion should be..."

At this moment, the personal terminal on his wrist suddenly lit up red like a searchlight.

The interrupted Lu Bixing almost choked to death. Just as he was about to forcibly cover his personal terminal, he saw a blood-red alarm—a remote fixed-point communication from the Mecha Contact Station.

The next moment, the liaison station of the mecha station seemed to wake up suddenly, all the lights were on, the siren sounded from the speakers buried in the entire base, countless extinguished lights were turned on, and the silent base was full of noise, Lu Bixing slammed Looking at Lin Jingheng carefully.

"I haven't sent a message to the outside world yet," Lin Jingheng stood up and opened the curtain, "Take a step back and say, even if it was sent, it would take Silver Nine to respond to establish a remote communication channel. A small squadron of edge searchers—go to the liaison station."

Lu Bixing turned around and ran away without waiting for him to finish speaking.

The "Happy New Year" cake was left on the table, and a corner had been dug out, leaving only the words "Happy New Year".

The long-distance patrol is ten sailing days away, far beyond the scope of the base's internal network. On Saturday, they used the transition points along the way to contact the base's contact station at a fixed point.

"Saturday, what's going on?"

Saturday's voice was very tense and came intermittently: "Your anti-tracking system just saw a mecha team approaching, but I couldn't see it clearly...it might be pirates...I don't know how many people...what? What did you say on holiday? Oh, yes! They seem to be sending out a detection signal... Let me check, this signal is..."

"Valentine Ray," Lin Jingheng picked up his voice, "It's also called a mine-sweeping probe, and it's commonly used by Prince Gloria's guards."

Saturday visibly took a breather.

"It doesn't matter," Lu Bixing said quickly, "The energy siphon problem of the anti-tracking system has been solved last time. The Vallen ray can't locate you, and the base's external network is not turned on. It should be a coincidence that they approached..."

"Well, coincidence. They can't detect anything. They may return to the voyage, or they may continue to go deeper." Lin Jingheng interrupted him lightly, "Yuan Yiren's troops were completely wiped out, Prince Gloria must be panicked, there is a reason I believe that there is a deadly armed force ambushing on the edge of the eight galaxies. Ares Feng lost a source of aliens, and he must be more careful in the future. In order to avoid risks, I guess the detection team he sent will not exceed fifteen small mechs. Don't be nervous, just confirm again."

Fifteen small mechas are like fifteen flies in his mouth, but it can't comfort Saturday—because the self-defense force only has thirty mechas, and the opponent is a murderous interstellar pirate. The star critters who didn't even have time to protest.

Saturday: "He... he and the others are still approaching, what should we do?"

"If you want, you can continue to hide." Lin Jingheng said, "but I suggest you cut off the communication now."

Saturday: "Huh? What, what?"

"If the opponent continues to go deeper, they may accidentally pass the anti-tracking system," Lu Bixing said, "The long-range signal that you pass through the jump point will be located."

"Or kill them before that." Lin Jingheng said coldly, and ordered without explanation, "Zhanlu, send a positioning signal to Baiyinjiu."

Chong San in the mecha station made a soft "hum", and the whole body was covered with silver light. Powerful energy fluctuations rippling out along countless transition points like water waves. It seemed as if a torpedo had fallen into the calm lake water at the touch of a trigger.

On Saturday, when he saw that the pirate team that had been exploring cautiously stopped suddenly, suddenly changed their formation, and became heavily guarded, revealing the nightmarish flag of Prince Gloria's guard on the fuselage, he almost collapsed: "Lin, Lin Lin General, who kills whom? Ahhh! Damn, they used missiles to open the way!"

"Congratulations, fate makes you no longer have to choose," Lin Jingheng turned around, pressed on Lu Bixing's shoulder, pulled out a pair of snow-white gloves from his pocket, and put them on his hands as he walked, "This is a team of detectives. "Sacrifice" the pirates on the road, let your two teams who can only shrink their heads gather... Those wastes won't make an emergency jump, so they have to jump at a fixed point, right? That's about three hours, and it's almost enough——Assemble how long it takes?"

Lu Bixing took a deep breath: "Maybe 10 minutes."

"Okay," Admiral Lin was shocked by this number, and nodded helplessly, "10 minutes, let your elderly suburban tour group wear their dentures and clean their bladders, gather and follow me."

The third volume of the peak of the tide