Sudden by a hologram

Ke Qiqi knew that she was a happy child, because her brother blocked all the misfortunes for her.

She was called a monster for her extraordinary talent, but she was shunned for her super-intelligence. She was lonely and indifferent. Pei Jiuji helped Ke Qiqi carry them all, so that the little girl could grow up carefree.

Ke Qiqi had only seen Pei Jiuji forcefully smile at his beloved younger sister under the shade with his back blocked from the scorching sun, but he had never seen his elder brother smile in the sun.

Until five years ago, he rescued that person in the middle of the night.

That should be the most unbridled time in my brother's life of more than ten years. Ke Qiqi stood barefoot on the porch, watching the man dragging his brother to chase him on the lawn full of splendor.

Ke Qiqi didn't know why he wrote a bun's fan art, and he also lost a bun with all kinds of doubts. If anything could break into his haze, it would be that person.

She just used her last stubbornness to protect the light for her brother.

Even in this way, her brother knew that he would hammer her to death.

Early in the morning, Pei Jiuji heard them discussing.

"Yesterday, Hanamaki was updated again. Baozi and Hologram had a quarrel. Have you read that chapter?"

"The hologram is too much, Slag Gong!"

"The hologram was obviously to protect Baozi, so it accidentally hurt him."

"I don't care, scumbag!"

Hearing this, Pei Jiuji felt inexplicably relieved.

It was the voices of girls discussing before, but when the boys came, the topic went in a strange direction and never returned.

"Baozi and Hologram got into a fight. Guess what Hanamaki wrote this for."

"Have a good time afterwards."

"Oh, Ollie?"

"As expected of me."

No, as expected of a straight man.

Following the ringing of the class bell, Cheng Beimo gave a soft sound, and the originally noisy classroom fell silent for an instant, and they all looked at the podium intently.

After two weeks of theoretical classes, it was time for the experimental class this week. When it came to the experimental class, the enthusiasm of the students was unprecedentedly high.

Cheng Beimo put down his book, and said calmly, "After class, everyone will write a [-]-word experiment summary, which will be handed in tomorrow."

"what!"

There was a wailing in the classroom.

And then there was a louder exclamation, "Wow!"

The legendary chief driver of Lost City is AI—Ping Qi!

Pei Jiuji and Ling Chen also put down their hands arranging the books, and looked up at Pingqi. They missed each other for half a month, and Pingqi nodded slightly at them.

When he was in the Lost City, he didn't know that the outside world respected the Lost City so much that even Fu Changping was dumbfounded when he saw Ping Qi.

But that Ping Qi?

Only then did Pei Jiuji and Ling Chen know that Ping Qi was the chief prosecutor who controlled the interstellar ship. Because of an interstellar loss, he tried his best to turn the tide and destroyed most of the programs. He fell asleep and fell asleep. a life.

In the life of Pingqi's legendary life, he even more sighed, how capable Cheng Beimo is to pull such a highly intelligent Pingqi back from the verge of program destruction.

"Who would have thought that An Ziming's partner was the chief interstellar prosecutor." Pei Jiuji sighed.

"Who would have thought that your partner would be the Lord of the Lost City?" Former Captain Ling smiled wryly.

Cheng Beimo told them, "I can barely wake up Ping Qi's program, and rely more on him to repair himself, so I assigned him to An Ziming."

Pingqi is a highly intelligent AI with many emotional and procedural details, just like the intertwined nerve endings in human beings, once damaged it is difficult to recover.

An Ziming's mind is too immature, and Pingqi has brought him up like a child in the past few years, and because of such careful care, he has helped Pingqi to restore the extremely subtle procedures.

"In that case, they complement each other." Pei Jiuji murmured, but suddenly smiled.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Beimo asked him.

Pei Jiuji looked at him, "I also restored your program for you. It seems that you really have vision and know how to assign yourself to me. Only I can help you restore the program."

"..." Isn't it because of you that I lost my memory?

Ling Chen was directing the students to follow Ping Qi, but suddenly stopped.

"What's the matter?" Fu Changping, the monitor of the junior class, was with him to maintain order. He stopped when he saw him, followed his gaze and looked over. Outside the crowd, those two people just stood side by side. In the slight gaze, the boy was chatting with him, suddenly lowered his head, and smiled lightly.

A faint smile under the sun, like the first snowfall, to put it lightly, it used to be the splendor of snowflakes.

Fu Changping frowned, "I've known him since I was ten years old. Because of the extraordinary brain inherited from the Ke family, he was called a monster since he was a child. Although he didn't seem to care and always liked to joke, I didn't see him really Laughed."

"When he first came to Lost City, he never laughed." Ling Chen said, although he seemed to be an optimistic person.

Ling Chen agrees with this point. He always protected everyone like this when he was in Lost City. Maybe Pei Jiuji would never know that every time he pretended to be strong and used jokes to take them out of danger, his pretendingly optimistic smile was actually worse than danger. Be sharp, and stab one by one fiercely on the hearts of those who also want to care for him.

"Students, come and help." With a bang, everyone was brought back from their thoughts.

At this time, the academy had a new understanding of the Lost City lord, and at the same time felt that it was a wise decision to invite Cheng Beimo.

The lord of the Lost City unexpectedly let Ping Qi drive a medium-to-large airship that can carry dozens of tons directly from the Lost City, bringing ten boxes full of holographic particles.

"How much does it cost."

"It's not enough money to drive such a big airship from Lost City."

The boys are going to move the particles, and the girls are gathering together to sigh. The holographic particles are just talking about promotion. In fact, this kind of rare material collected from outer space is expensive, and it is difficult for real civilian families to get in touch. Except for the part of the lost city, the AI ​​​​is made of holographic particles. Most of the intelligent AI still uses steel simulation materials.

"I really don't know who saved the earth in the last life."

"what happened?"

"I can marry Teacher Cheng! You are so gentle in class, and you don't hesitate to take out so many particles for us. The gentle and domineering president is properly set up, I cried."

"Think about your [-]-word experiment summary, and cry again."

"...This person may have destroyed the earth before saving it."

Facing so many hard-to-reach holographic particles, it is impossible not to be excited. As holographic particle professionals, if they were not involved in the research and development of Pei Jiuji and Fu Changping, they would never have seen such a grand scene.

After helping to carry the particles, Guy didn't know whether it was because his arms were bearing the weight for too long, or his excitement was uncontrollable. His arms were shaking constantly. He barely managed to say a word after being next to his most admired senior, Pei Jiuji, "Student, senior, I want to Ask for the signature of Mr. Ping Qi."

"it is good."

Pei Jiuji brought a group of children to fight monsters every day in the Lost City, but when he arrived at the academy, he still took the children with him.

When Guy happily got Ping Qi's signature, he said with satisfaction, "The senior is really kind."

Pei Jiuji looked helplessly at the simple happiness of the child, could it be that he is usually not good.

The students moved the particles to the laboratory. This class is a practical class of holographic formation. They first need to learn how to stabilize the compositional particles—each person has a small box of particles, a control chip, and simply forms a block for a week of observation Interaction between particles.

Guy was already eager to try, and 10 minutes later, holding a pile of unknown objects, "senior, why, why can't I make a cube, wow!" crying, crying.

Pei Jiuji taught him patiently, "You have to connect the particles first, and ensuring that each particle is connected accurately is the prerequisite for manipulating them." Guy can turn them from a lump of unknown objects into a lump of objects that look like things.

"Senior, you are so amazing, wow!" Then, cried again.

Pei Jiuji scratched his head, "You are also very good." This child can understand it simply, and he is still talented.

Then he turned to Ling Chen, who had already made a similar square shape. Although the military particles were used in the Lost City, the linking method was similar, but Ling Chen encountered difficulties in finalizing the shape. Once he relaxed a little, the square would collapse instantly.

"This is different from the martial arts particles you are used to. The key to martial arts particles is to shape them in an instant. This can be shaped slowly, so don't worry." Pei Jiuji gently persuaded.

Ling Chen seemed to understand a little bit, this time the cube can last a little longer.

In the past, Pei Jiuji just didn't want to skip class. It was so easy to come and go to class. Whether he came to attend class or to give lectures, guiding elementary school students was more tiring than sitting and listening to boring old people reading.

Finding a gap, Pei Jiuji sat in a corner to rest, holding the particles distributed by Cheng Beimo in his hand, and played boredly.

The particles seemed to awaken life in his hands, circling and converging into a ray of light. With his unclear thoughts, the appearance of a child who could not see clearly was gradually carved into shape, a bit like Weiming, and a bit like...

Cheng Beimo as a child?

It's cute to have this idea all of a sudden.

"Let you make a square, and you make a figure." Fu Changping's cold voice fell out of nowhere, "Senior Pei Jiuji, you are amazing."

Pei Jiuji saw that he was holding an extremely delicate iris flower in his hand, "If you don't have talent, you're better than President Fu."

"Pei Jiuji, are you dissatisfied?"

"Where do I have it?"

"Then why did you turn your figurine into a little flying dragon again?"

"You haven't made a big garden out of your irises."

"Pei Jiuji, don't be dissatisfied. I'll be your wife, Lei Mu. Believe it or not."

"I can still make a painting of Ascending the River during the Qingming Festival."

"..."

"..."

Cheng Beimo brought building particles with reduced power. This kind of particles can only be used to form fixed objects. They are relatively clumsy, but they were played by these two masters.

"He, are they arguing?" The students looked at the particles they could transform instantly, and then at the mess in their hands, not knowing whether they were in a science class or a magic class, "We seem to have been connoted arrive."

In the end, Teacher Cheng Beimo gave the two of them a hard look, confiscated the particles, obediently went to stand at the door of the classroom, and punished them.

There was no movement for a while, Fu Changping tilted his body, Pei Jiuji kicked away a stone, and finally spoke,

"After so many years, you still have no friends except me."

"Aren't you too?" Fu Changping opened his mouth to answer him.

"I'm the only one...fuck me." The world is real.