High school science students save the world

After that, there are some messy things.

The battle plan is set for Christmas, and I don’t know whether to make people cry or laugh on this day. Although Lu Weiming is the general manager of the "D Genetic Modification Project", he is young and not qualified enough, so he can only decide some trivial things .

In this way, he seemed to have nothing to do. He looked at the three hundred people in the conference room and felt inexplicably absurd.

It is these three hundred people who determine the survival of the entire human race.But can 300 people really dominate the lives of all mankind?What conditions did they use to select them in layer by layer?

Lu Weiming knows that the most important reason for him is that he has a good father. Although Mr. Lu is very strict with him, he loves him after all. It is indeed his own efforts that he can be the general manager of the "D Genetic Transformation Project", but he does not have a father. I'm afraid that his network resources may not even be able to touch the edge of this plan.

He glanced shallowly at those gray-haired people, how many of them climbed here relying on the glory of their ancestors, Baotuan and father-in-law?

But then again, connections are also a kind of strength, sitting here is not a fool, and no one dares to let such a person sit here.Even if they have any dishonorable means, such as using marriage as a springboard, it’s nothing. These are much better than extreme democratic systems. If the people—the rabble they want to protect—are still allowed to vote for one person, the world will be destroyed. Chaos in minutes.

Lu Weiming did not question this way of ruling, but felt that it was extremely unreal. There are billions of people in this world, and it is terrifying to have them lined up densely. It is like a huge wave. And these three hundred people wrote down A single sentence can determine the life and death of tens of thousands of people.

Lu Weiming thought that those people were right not to let him make decisions. Only they had the courage to take the weight lightly, and he couldn't bear the hundreds of thousands or even millions of lives.

The meeting went on for a long time.

In the middle of the drive, someone finally proposed to take a break, and everyone went to the restaurant to eat, but the meal was also sloppy, and they went to discuss matters after swallowing it whole.

After two days, the preliminary party has been finalized, a large number of people dispersed in the meeting room, and Lu Weiming was also busy dealing with business and left. He saw Song Ci send a text message when his assistant just picked up the phone: Come out with me a trip.

Lu Weiming's eyes flickered, but it was only for a moment, and he immediately dialed back the number and had a sweet talk with Miss Song Ci, and set the meeting place at a coffee shop, and then he was forced to change into a neat suit and comb. Shaved his hair and rushed to see the beauty, the assistant shook his head behind him.

Lu Weiming arrived at the cafe in a fancy sports car, and Song Ci was already waiting for him on the second floor. Lu Weiming ordered a cup of black coffee casually, but Song Ci ordered a cup of black tea.

"What?" Lu Weiming leaned his head closer, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Don't you like coffee?"

Song Ci shook her head with a smile and said, "I just drank it yesterday, and I don't want to drink it anymore today, and it's not good for girls to drink too much coffee."

Lu Weiming grumbled: "But I heard it's not good for men."

"what?"

Lu Weiming smiled and gestured: "Kill/fine."

Song Ci: "..."

Miss Song Ci rolled her eyes, and said as if remembering something: "I have arranged for everyone in the school bombing incident. The students of No. [-] Middle School were scattered to other schools, and the casualties were well pacified."

Lu Weiming casually scooped up a cube of sugar and threw it into the coffee.

Song Ci looked at his appearance and laughed, showing two deep dimples: "The protective shield cast for the school can last for half a year, but in fact it only lasted for [-] days. Part of the reason is that the Gardeners have strengthened it. The power to destroy the protective shield, but the most important thing is—" The voice was as light as a ghost, "Someone cut corners."

Lu Weiming paused while holding the spoon.

He looked up at Song Ci, Song Ci tilted his head to look at him with his chin propped up, smiling innocently and cutely.

"Do you still remember the first siege battle with the Gardeners? We miscalculated the situation and were almost trapped. The number of 'nobles' and chisels sent by the Gardeners was beyond imagination, which made the Gardeners' lair loose. I have been wondering why they dare to do this, are they not afraid of being taken away? Now I understand, because they know that there is the chief person in charge of the Earth's "D Genetic Transformation Project" in that battle. If he is killed, the Earth must be killed. The government must have a lot of dissatisfaction with us."

Lu Weiming smiled, the warm color of coffee reflected in his eyes, which blended with his pupils.

"Do you know who the traitor is?"

"I don't know, that's why I'm asking you."

Song Ci stood up as she spoke, and patted Lu Weiming's face with a smile: "Hurry up and finish the drink, we have to go see Tan Zheng and the others later."

Lu Weiming thought that he was just going to have a look, so he drove the car straight ahead, but was forcefully turned by Miss Song Ci. First, he went to the department store for a few laps, and after eating some snacks, he remembered those poor high school students .

"What to buy them? A novel, a comic book, or a game console?"

Lu Weiming pushed a trolley, looked at the shopping cart that was already on the tip, and asked dryly.

Song Ci turned her head, and sighed bitterly: "What a mess, buy something to eat, they will definitely not be able to eat well in school."

Lu Weiming stared at all kinds of snack packages and said, "Are you sure they like these?"

"Hmm... these are my favorites... matcha cookies, caramel biscuits, dehydrated cakes, eat these when you are hungry, and potato chips, duck neck, beef and eel shreds, yes, buy some marshmallows and chocolate , how can we do without sweets!"

After speaking, he went straight to the counter. Lu Weiming pushed the cart weakly behind, and was severely disgusted by Miss Song Ci.

I don't know if the two of them are sweet tooths, so I bought both dark chocolate and sweet yogurt chocolate. Lu Weiming drove to the school gate, and when helping Song Ci with the shopping bag, he asked casually, "What identity do they use?"

Song Ci looked at him suspiciously: "Why are you so stupid today, of course it's my sister."

"Then what am I?"

Song Ci watched him poking her finger, and dismissed it in disgust: "Driver."

"Isn't that good, miss, can I be your brother-in-law?"

Song Ci sized him up for a while before saying, "...whatever."

Yang Yan and Qin Zheng changed to a new school.

Because they lived in a second-tier city, and the schools were very close to each other, so it wouldn't have much impact, but what happened one after another made people feel flustered.

The giant, that is, the destruction that can gather a variety of emotions, was prevaricated by the excuse of terrorists—of course it couldn't be said to be terrorists, but it could only be called thugs, forcing the level of the situation down.

The new school Qin Zheng and the others went to has increased security. It took a lot of effort for Lu Weiming and Song Ci to register at the gate. When they entered the school gate, they found that the teaching buildings were quiet except for the physical education class on the playground. There are some lively noises, but there are not many activities.

Lu Weiming sighed looking at the students.

Song Ci glanced at him with a smile and said, "Why are you sighing, you look like someone in his seventies or eighties."

Lu Weiming said: "Nowadays, children are so expensive that they can't be touched. I get nervous when I see children, especially the kind—" He compares their heights, "The kind of pouty kid, like When I was young, I ran around in the compound and fought with others, often one against ten, and the fights were all desperate—it’s not like what it is now.”

Song Ci glanced at him with disdain and said, "You think everyone is like you, with a lack of brains. It's strange that they can play so heartlessly when this kind of thing just happened. And you have to brag about it." Limit, what is one against ten, nonsense."

Lu Weiming did not refute this rough and simple evaluation, but just rolled up his shirt sleeves, pretending to casually reveal his expensive watch.

"I can't help it. Who told me that I was handsome when I was young. When those aunts saw me at meal time, they would desperately give me a bowl of food. The big bowl was full, and I couldn't stop it. The same goes for those little girls. See you I was overjoyed like something, giving candies and handkerchiefs for a while, and then I became the public enemy of the men in the compound."

Song Ci snorted: "That's right, there aren't many boys in the compound, they can hold a clean little boy as a treasure when they see a clean little boy."

As they talked, they arrived at the door of Qin Zheng's classroom, just as they were about to finish class. Song Ci stepped on Lu Weiming's deathbed. Lu Weiming was protesting angrily, but they didn't notice Qin Zheng's arrival. It was because Tan Zheng saw them hit them first. call.

Song Ci hurriedly asked Lu Weiming to bring out the big and small bags. Qin Zheng felt his hands sink when he took it, so he had to raise his knees and drag the plastic bag. Fortunately, Yang Yan came over to help him share a little.

"Do you like to eat? Do you like to eat?"

Song Ci smiled and seemed very proud, Qin Zheng thanked him, but Yang Yan opened the bag and took a look and said, "Yes, I want to eat."

They didn't mind this little bastard's attitude either. Lu Weiming even took out chocolates from the bag and said, "I don't know which one you want to eat, so I bought them all. Do you like any of them?"

Yang Yan said, "Dark chocolate."

"I bought it right, that's good, I'll buy this for you to eat in the future."

There were a lot of people when get out of class was over, so they moved to the relatively empty stand.

Yang Yan and Lu Weiming lay on the railing and looked at the bare playground. Lu Weiming felt a little loose while shaking the railing in his hands, and couldn't help worrying whether the students would fall from upstairs.

Yang Yan casually moved his head to Lu Weiming's side, and said in a faint voice, "What's wrong?"

Lu Weiming lowered his eyes to look at him, and seeing him rubbing his finger on the shiny railing, he couldn't help laughing.

"It's nothing, Song Ci said that you didn't eat well at school, so let's come and see you."

Without waiting for Yang Yan to say anything else, Lu Weiming took Song Ci's hand and left, showing off his affection. Yang Yan and Qin Zheng were confused by them.

But no matter what, at least three bags of snacks were harvested, each bag was filled to the brim, the back table was extremely destined for them, they were assigned to the same school, and they were still sitting behind Yang Yan, scratching their ears and cheeks when they saw these snacks .

After begging for a pile of fish tofu with shamelessness, he ran out of the back table in a hurry. Although Yang Yan was surprised, he didn't ask much, and concentrated on eating snacks.

A month and a half later, the back desk went to the grove next to the artificial lake as usual, and came back as usual, but today was different, his hands were covered with blood.

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