The big guy expressed his satisfaction [Interstellar]

In the evening of the next day, Xiao Yan was grading the nonsense test papers, and he was thinking about whether he should give five students who he thought were very good students to make up lessons from the beginning——

The materials preserved by the four families are not as perfect as he imagined. Most of the well-preserved parts are near the earth and in the last era. where the mouth is.

Although this should be regarded as good news for Xiao Yan, the less the four families have, the more he can give, but it also increases Xiao Yan's burden from another aspect.

We have to find a way to catch more capable men.

3427, who was shut down and copying classics, has protested more than once. If Xiao Yan doesn't help 3427, he will immediately quit. Those books that are too obscure and beyond the scope of 3427's database are almost directly scanned and copied by 3427, which is very expensive Energy, and the classification is very troublesome - but if someone who understands Chinese characters can transcribe and classify, plus 3427 scanning and copying, the efficiency will definitely increase exponentially.

Xiao Yan decided to teach these five cheap apprentices some ancient prose first.

"Om-"

The communicator in front of his chest suddenly turned on a green light, Xiao Yan opened the light screen and saw that it was Ansair's video: "Al?"

Ansair seemed to have just run away from somewhere, panting lightly: "At twelve o'clock on the hour, Father wants to clean up the data and emotional programs for the central brain. This is the only chance... the last time the central brain This kind of large-scale killing of the brain was done when the father had just ascended the throne, that is, at that time the dean uploaded the number C researcher who was inadvertently captured by the research platform and kept the mental body data to Starfield."

"Tonight we can also use the same method to get number C out of the star field and send it directly to the dean's brain."

Xiao Yan took two seconds to digest Ansair's words, then fell silent for a moment, and praised the little leopard very sincerely: "Well... that's awesome! I mean, just do it!"

If one meets and the other refuses to go, then put the one who meets directly in front of the one who refuses to go.

What a genius brain circuit... eh.

More than once, Xiao Yan felt a sincere admiration for the simple and rough behavior of his little leopard.

Ansair frowned.

"I haven't found a consciousness machine that can transmit the star field and the interstellar brain. The dean must have used it up to keep it secret and destroyed it."

[I will answer this question!boss!let me come let me come let me come! ] 3427 picked up the key words with his ears upright, put aside the half-copied book in his hand, and rushed over to compete for the job, [Consciousness transmission is a job I know well! 】

Just let it do whatever you want as long as you don't have to keep scanning and copying it!

Xiao Yan laughed, and said to Ansair: "I'll take care of this. I'll let 3427 connect to you at twelve o'clock."

Ansair's beautiful eyeballs moved, and he suddenly said, "I'll get the dean down ahead of time."

Xiao Yan: "...?"

Ansair remembered what the old dean said at noon, and nodded affirmatively.

——"I'm already a bad old man, I don't even have a leg, even if I maintain a false youth in the star field, it can't change the rotten soul inside."

——"I was the one who refused to listen to the advice and insisted on studying the beta particle. It was me who caused him to intervene in the royal dispute. It was me who killed him, and it was me who failed to fulfill the vow we made together for the rest of our lives..."

——“How dare I go to see him?”

——"It's not that I don't want to see him, how come I don't want to see him? Decades have passed...my dreams are all about him, but you see, there is no trace of the old number B in the old man who is timid and dying now." What do you look like? I would rather in his heart, I am still the talented researcher he trained who will always overwhelm him—the way he loves."

I can't tell what kind of psychology it is. Hearing what the old dean said, and seeing the wrinkled face that was indeed handsome and dignified in the past, Ansair wanted to bring number C to the old dean even more. in front of.

I don't know what to prove.

Feelings may indeed be a very fragile thing, but sometimes some people's feelings can be polished to the brilliance of diamonds after being polished by the gravel of the years.

Ansair thought.

He walked towards the dormitory of the old dean, and the shadow behind him was drawn into a long and thin strip under the streetlight.

Maybe the result is not as good as they expected, but life is short, why waste each other?

……

Tong Yuan almost agreed to Xiao Yan's proposal, and only asked: "What do I need to do?"

Seeing Xiao Yan's expression from the corner of his eyes, Tong Yuan raised his hand to shatter the tiredness on his face, squinted his eyes sleepily, and finally left those soft pillows and sat up straight.

"Do you think it's such a coincidence that when I die, the mental body is scanned and stored by the research platform? That's because I know that if he didn't die, he would come back to see me even if he was crawling."

"I can't let him find me."

Xiao Yan opened his mouth.

What is he trying to say?

Talk about the current situation of the old dean?Or did Al mention the video of the entire brain?

It seems that nothing outsiders say is of any use.

"This place is like a cage without the passage of time for me. I can see the sun and night, but I can't feel the warmth and evening wind."

"I was thinking, why did I stay?" Tong Yuan smiled, "It's because of him."

"If he doesn't come to see me, then I will see him instead."

"He's always been sullen and timid, always thinking too much and putting himself in a dead end, but can I still return the product? Admit it."

At twelve o'clock that night, His Majesty Meissen started the cleaning procedure in the central intellectual brain area of ​​the Imperial Research Institute. The anchor point of the exit of the passage is on the location of the brain provided by Ansair.

Misril, as the data of the central intellectual brain that has been independent for so long, did not completely shield the outside world like the central intellectual brain when it was intertwined with the data of the central intellectual brain, because it was his last to have independent thinking. time.

Then he caught this familiar stream of data slinking past like a little mouse.

This is……

The little one that Xiao Yan was carrying?

But Misril didn't do anything, he just thought about the two cans of happy water left in the refrigerator that he hadn't drunk yet and the announcement of "going to travel and return is uncertain" in the live broadcast room after he terminated the contract with the platform, and suddenly felt like an ordinary person. People are actually quite nice.

You can eat and drink, you can close your eyes and sleep, and you can actually be pressed and beaten.

Each one is a novel experience.

Seeing a series of data traces left behind by the reckless little system, Misril erased those data traces with some helplessness, and then permanently cleared the channel opened by 3427 in the background of the central brain.

……

The old dean was still a little dazed when he opened his eyes, and shook his head, remembering the small reagent cup that Ansair suddenly stuck under his nose before he passed out.

The old dean: "..."

It's really a familiar formula. When he was kidnapped by Prince Weijia, who was still the first prince, he was caught off guard and fainted by the medicine.

Can't the Brandon family have a new and innovative way?

"It's not like I said, why haven't you made any progress for so many years?"

A familiar voice came from behind, and the old dean stiffened suddenly.

Don't dare to speak out, dare not look back.

"The same trick has brought you down again after decades. Do you think you should reflect on yourself, college bully?"

The voice behind him was getting closer and closer, and the last three words were almost whispered in the ear of the old dean.

Just like when I was still in school back then, I didn't want to go downstairs in physical education class to hold his coquettish No. [-] cutest star in the Wannian list as the class monitor.

The old dean's expression was a little dazed, and the starlight of broken diamonds flickered in his azure blue eyes.

"I know that I can't grow old together as promised, but you can't dislike me. At worst, I will study how to dye the hair white."

Tong Yuan huddled behind his lover and babbled non-stop, picking on the old dean's dormitory like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.

"And why is our house so simple? Let me tell you, I want a rocking chair that is exactly the same as the one in the flower shop, and a balcony. It doesn't matter whether the flowers are flowers or not. The important thing is that I want to bask in the sun... And don't you want the second floor, why is it so troublesome for two people to live in, the first floor can't fit, what's the matter, I'm exhausted going up the stairs, you know I hate climbing stairs..."

While talking, Tong Yuan suddenly stopped, and a soundless silence suddenly spread in the living room.

The old man on the sofa subconsciously clasped the seam of the sofa and clenched his fists nervously to restrain his turning around.

Tong Yuan stretched out his hand, vainly encircling his lover's thin body through the sofa, and gave the bearded and vicissitudes-ridden lover an untouchable hug that was over 50 years late.

"I miss you."

He sighed softly.

The old dean finally raised his hand and held the pair of white and tender hands overlapping his chest, speechless.

He lowered his head, tears dripped from his eyes, splashed through his white fingers, splashed on his own wrinkled skin, and seeped into the skirt of his clothes.

"Me too, welcome back."

"...Small list number two."

"Damn, you can call Lao Tzu the number two and try again!"

***——***——***

The teacher has not been home for nearly a week.

Li Shengze closed his eyes and recalled the Edgar he had seen in the command room. The joy of becoming the teacher's adjutant gradually sank, sank again, and finally sank to the bottom of the sea and condensed into ice, which made him feel suffocated.

The teacher is not a person who will take off his military uniform and put it on his arm casually in the command room of the military headquarters, let alone change the plan that was originally discussed with him without a word of explanation.

And where did the teacher's original adjutant go?In the past few days, not only has Li Shengze been unable to contact Marshal Edgar, who is the other owner of the Marshal's Mansion, but even his original adjutant has been out of service.

Thinking of the documents that the eldest prince asked him to send to the marshals of various departments to sign today, Li Shengze's face turned cold.

Why would it be him?

Because everyone in the military knew that Li Shengze was brought up by Marshal Edgar as his successor and personally taught him.

……

Edgar, who was worried about by his own students, once again watched the proud Howard leave, stretched out his hand and pressed the inconspicuous cuff of his sleeve, and soon, on the pop-up light screen appeared that he was beating the cleaning procedure of the Imperial Academy. His Majesty Mason.

"When are you going to do it?" Edgar's tone was very impatient.

Mei Sen didn't raise his head, and focused on the movements of his hands: "If you spend a few more days with him, there are still a few families that need to be observed."

Edgar just stared at Mason without saying a word.

Mason paused for a moment, turned his head to look at the screen, and was shocked by Edgar's appearance at this time.

Edgar raised his hand and shook the chain on his hand, and moved his leg to indicate that there was another one on his leg.

Mason choked.

Edgar said coolly: "Why don't you check if the genetic data is wrong? I think Howard looks like Prince Vega, so I'll give you an excuse to do it."