The Prodigal Son Reborn

Simulated forest control room.

A middle-aged man about 40 years old is sitting on a chair, in front of him is a three-dimensional projection that simulates a forest. In the picture, except for Wu Zhe who is concentrating on his own optical brain, Randall and the other five are either sitting or standing, all staring at By the end of summer.

At the end of Xia, his eyes were closed tightly, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.Before the sweat dripped down, it was evaporated by the hot air.

The middle-aged man stroked his gray hair, "Can he succeed?"

Silver-haired youth: "Anything is possible."

The middle-aged man smiled and cursed, "This tone is just like your old man's, annoying."

The silver-haired man smiled modestly.

The middle-aged man also laughed, and after a while, he sighed faintly: "In my opinion, he can't do it. The reason why he was able to achieve ion decomposition before is nothing more than because his mental power is higher than ordinary people. The cat ran into a dead mouse. Ion reconstruction is unlikely. Unless, as you said, he is a genius."

The middle-aged man smiled to himself and shook his head, "There has been no technological innovation in the mecha manufacturing world for hundreds of years. Today, even the mechas made by senior mecha makers are not as good as those made centuries ago. Any progress. The prosperity and peace of the Lahu planet requires more advanced mechas, and the improvement of mechas requires talented people in this area. But where in this world will there be so-called geniuses? If there are, I will ask for them Let him be my apprentice."

"You are serious. Your status in the mecha manufacturing world is unrivaled. Who would dream of becoming a mecha maker and wouldn't want to take you as his teacher?" Silver-haired words were exaggerated, but ninety percent true.

The middle-aged man waved his hands again and again, "Don't give me such a high hat. When you are old, you can understand these compliments."

Silver hair offered him a cup of tea.

The middle-aged man took it and took a sip. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Xia Mo's pale face in the projection, and couldn't bear to say: "Forget it, don't embarrass them anymore, let them have a way out. These are good boys, and in time they will become great talents." , don’t be crippled by you.” He slowly put down the teacup and got up, “I have to go back, there are still a lot of students waiting.”

"Teacher, go slowly." The silver hair stepped back respectfully, and glanced at the projector with a little reluctance, but it was a pity that there was still no change on the screen.He sent the middle-aged man out, waited for the man to leave in the spaceship, and returned to the monitoring room.

After a few minutes, the metal door opened again.

Chifa walked in with a food box, saw him frowning, and said with a smile: "Seeing that you invited the teacher over in such a hurry, I knew you would definitely hit a wall. Am I right?"

The silver-haired man turned his face away, and said unhappily, "Schadenfreude?"

"Where am I gloating? I just want to say that although you are worried that the level of mech manufacturing on the Lahu planet will stagnate, you can't be so reckless. My lover is the perfect embodiment of wisdom and beauty, but recently, you are indeed too anxious gone."

The silver-haired man turned his head slowly, and said with shame on his face: "I, I'm sorry, I was really too impatient."

"It's good to know that I'm wrong, hey, hurry up and get rid of the predicament of those little guys, let's have a good meal."

"Ok."

Silver hair returned to the operator's seat, and was about to change the simulated forest environment, but found that Wu Zhe and Lance were holding a small military water bottle in the projection, drinking something with their heads up!

Seeing that Adam's apple rolling up and down, Silver Hair can conclude that it must be water, one, certain, yes, water!

God, what the hell did he just miss? !