High school science students save the world

After Qin Zheng left the room, he hurried to the experimental group. Yang Yan's two hums made his heart skip a beat, and he couldn't figure out his temper.

After turning around and taking the elevator, Tan Zheng felt dizzy and his palms were faintly sweating when he arrived at the office of the experimental group.

He glanced at the closed door in front of the door, and couldn't help but put his hand on his chest. His palm was very hot, and he could feel it through his clothes. The slight heat stung his nerves, and his whole body trembled.

— guilty conscience.

What are you feeling guilty about?

too weird.

His heart was thumping like a dense drumbeat, and Tan Zheng felt a little agitated in his heart. The old man's words about his death only added to his frustration. He stood outside the door for a while, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

The door opened almost immediately.

The leader of the experimental group A is a serious man in a suit. The shirt lined with gold bars and the crisp suit reminded him of Lu Weiming.

When she thinks of Lu Weiming, she thinks of Song Ci. Song Ci ran out without authorization, but no one stopped her.

When the leader of Experimental Group A saw Tan Zheng, he forced a smile on his bitter and bitter face: "Tan Zheng, are you here? Sit down, sit here and rest for a while."

Qin Zheng responded, and the man in the suit turned sideways, and Qin Zheng saw Yang Yan who was sitting aside, biting a straw.

He walked over immediately, but he didn't dare to sit beside him, he just tentatively stretched out his hand and touched his face.

Yang Yan rolled his eyes at him, grabbed his arm and pressed down, crudely and simply: "Sit down honestly and don't move."

"……Oh."

Then Qin Zheng really didn't move.

He sat peacefully, put his hands on his knees, straightened his back, looked ahead, focused his eyes, and looked serious, but secretly aimed at Yang Yan from the corner of his eyes.

Yang Yan bit a straw and was about to die laughing.

"Hey," he put his hands on his shoulders, "don't take it seriously, I'm joking."

Qin Zheng let out a "huh" and said softly, "Are you not angry anymore?"

"Angry? I'm not angry, why should I be angry?"

Tan Zheng: "Well, it's nothing, just don't get angry."

Yang Yan held a straw in his mouth, sucked it hard, and then the milk tea cup was hanging out of thin air with the straw. Seeing that, Tan Zheng was so frightened that he couldn't help but reach out to help him, but Yang Yan avoided it flexibly. He was rummaging through the materials on the laboratory table with both hands non-stop, and then threw him a thick stack of materials that couldn't be stapled together.

"This is?"

Yang Yan bit the straw and said vaguely: "The detailed operation of the α-Instrand Planet Teleportation Plan also has a backup plan. Once Song Ci leaves, the current plan will no longer work."

Qin Zheng took it and carefully turned it over, and helped Yang Yan to correct his posture of holding the milk tea cup before opening it.

Yang Yan has the ability of shorthand, which was common in the past, but later found that not everyone has it, Tan Zheng does not have it, he watched Tan Zheng immersed in his own world flipping through the documents, and looked around boredly.

A rough look has already been seen, but if you look carefully, there are still many new discoveries.

The office of the experimental group A is connected to the laboratory, and the connected door is open - it is not appropriate to say that the door is a bit inappropriate, the whole wall is empty, at first glance, it seems that he is standing on the opening of a pocket, and the monster can't go deep into it. Bottom of the stomach.

There are screens covering the walls from top to bottom in the office and the laboratory. Now the dazzling data is constantly beating. The people in the experimental group A have no time to control them. The screen is constantly jumping in a shocking way. Yang Yan I poked my head towards the laboratory, but it was very quiet there. There was a huge glass cover with a metal plate under the glass cover.

Someone who was free, looked at Yang Yan and introduced with a smile: "This is the transmission point of the Black Gate."

Yang Yan was a little surprised: "It's too small, it can't hold [-]."

The man smiled and said, "3000 people. In order to improve the accuracy rate, this is the best value."

Yang Yan noticed that she picked up the beaker and took two sips of water, and couldn't help but back away a little embarrassingly.

At this time, Qin Zheng also roughly finished the flip.

Yang Yan sat back beside him: "How is it?"

"There are some loopholes, it's not a big problem." He looked around and everyone was so busy, he touched his nose in embarrassment, "Is it not right for us to be here..."

Yang Yan sucked the last red bean pearl: "Then do you want to go to the cafeteria?"

Tan Zheng couldn't help frowning: "This is too—"

Gollum.

He stopped talking, and Yang Yan stared at his face jokingly, staring at Tan Zheng's face with a fever, so he said with a smile: "Did you just grumble?"

Qin Zheng lowered his eyes, stared blankly at the floor tiles and said nothing.

"Okay, okay, go eat, if you don't eat, you will starve to death later, but no one cares about you."

Yang Yan dragged the coy Tan Zheng to the cafeteria half-pull and half-pull.

Neither of them had dinner.

The confused and calm uncle in the cafeteria sat on an empty table and read a magazine. Yang Yan took a closer look and found that it was still a geography magazine.

When he saw them, he didn't raise his eyelids, he just said, "The freshly baked blueberry tarts and croissants are in the back kitchen, go and get them yourself."

They went to the back kitchen again.

There were several shelves full of egg tarts, Yang Yan was so drooling looking at them, he immediately filled a large plate, and stuffed one into his mouth after Qin Zheng, who was serious about choosing bread.

Tan Zheng grunted, feeling the tip of his tongue was hot, and hurriedly put down the plate, and then took a small bite. The thick blueberry sauce swayed like waves. Just as he was about to say it was delicious, the alarm suddenly sounded. the ringing.

That shrill, thin, hysterical old woman's scream.

It sounded abruptly throughout the base, and the base immediately entered the first level of alert.

Yang Yan put down the plate in his hand, went to the window and looked at the outside world from a distance: it was already night, the dark blue night was spreading on the ground like a thick blanket, and the only few trees were swaying wildly in the wind. The rustling of leaves seems to be faintly heard in the distance.

Somehow Yang Yan lost the mood to eat, but he still poured himself a glass of water and took a few sips absent-mindedly.

Tan Zheng took his water glass and added some hot water. When the glass was placed on the table, there was only a crisp sound.

"The first wave of attacks has begun."

A silent war that will never be recorded in the annals of history but is extremely tragic has begun.

It was 2014, and most people on the earth were still complaining about the impermanence of the weather. They didn’t know that Amazon butterflies had fanned a world-shaking hurricane in the South China Sea, but that powerful hurricane carried a slightly drunken scent of wintersweet flowers: watching a The people who sink into the bottom of the sea with a bright moon are drunk, the people who sniff the top of the mountain and the breeze with the smell of green grass are drunk, the people who look up at the eternal stars above their heads are drunk, drunk, dreaming and dying, and they can't wake up. .

They all live in an illusory and soft world. This world is precarious and has shown its hideous face, but they still dance joyfully. This is the comfort that little is better than nothing in the days to come.

But in the South China Sea, where the base is located, there is not even a breath of wind, sober and frightening.

In the camp of the earth government, there was a foreign old lady sitting upright with a calm expression, as if she was not the one who ordered the attack just now.

Lu Weiming's father came, he sat beside the old lady, looked around and couldn't help frowning: "Where is Lu Weiming?"

Someone said: "The Lu team has something to do, and they are coming here."

Mr. Lu slapped the table violently, and a lot of tea was shaken out: "Bastard! What time is it and is there something to do?! Look at his ineffective look!"

The people next to him quickly comforted the old man, this one was directly from above.

Mr. Xiao Zhao, Lu Weiming's assistant, lowered his body to the side, trying to reduce the sense of presence, but couldn't help wiping the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, complaining in his heart, thinking: What is this?

Lu Weiming sat on a corner of the sofa, lit a cigarette, his upper body was naked.

The Song Ci girl who was finished lazily slumped on the sofa and didn't want to move. She turned her head to look at him, and she happened to be able to see the man's beautiful, almost sculptural side face, delicate double eyelids, thin lips, slightly upturned to reveal A bit of a pleasing smile.

Such a man is not to be hated.

She got up slowly and found Lu Weiming's nail clipper to trim her nails. Seeing her like this, Lu Weiming couldn't help but put the clothes on her body, and said softly: "Put on the clothes, you will catch a cold."

Song Ci took a step back: "I am so old, I have never caught a cold before."

"The physique is good." Lu Weiming said.

Song Ci snorted twice for no apparent reason, but her eyes were always on her beautiful nails.

After finishing her manicure, she straightened her finger and waved it in front of Lu Weiming: "You must not have imagined that there are seven layers of nail polish on this nail."

Lu Weiming didn't speak, but gently pinched her fingers, put them to his lips and blew off the fine nail shavings.

Song Ci looked at his short black hair and couldn't help laughing: "It's so leisurely, isn't it okay if you don't go to the base?"

The strength of pinching her fingers suddenly increased.

However, this fast seemed to be an illusion, Lu Weiming raised his head, with a lazy smile on his lips: "Oh, you know."

Song Ci smiled and said, "Because the base is also doing the same thing as you, everyone has to pretend to be ignorant and fight a battle that they know well. Your lord is really hypocritical."

Lu Weiming shook his head lightly: "It's not an adult, it's a politician."

He opened the drawer at the bottom of the desk as if thinking of something, took out something like a USB flash drive after being verified by his iris, and inserted it into his notebook. There was a flurry of jumps on the notebook, and he turned on the switch of the projector. A dark picture jumped out of the middle.

It was blurry at first, but gradually became discernible—it was a live broadcast of the battlefield.

The author has something to say: Everyone, I actually want to be a literary youth, but I have to fill in the holes I dug myself. It is really painful to write about the war. It will probably be much better when the stream of consciousness comes later. Well, the last chapter before the war , but please don't expect my war ==