After being captured by the old enemy

The experimental base is indeed far away, but the speed of the levitation vehicle is very fast. Seeing the outline of the base come into view, Ji Xingjue raised his hand seriously to apply: "Put me down here."

Qi Qing glanced at the raging snowstorm and the outdoor temperature, and silently rejected the application.

Ji Xingjue had no choice but to threaten: "Marshal, I'm afraid you don't know what happened a few days ago."

"Oh?"

"You sent me to school and I was secretly photographed," Ji Xingjue said heartbroken, "The photo was posted on the gossip forum, and I suspected that I was adopted by you."

Qi Qing raised her eyebrows.

Qi Qing would definitely not be able to tolerate such romantic rumors. Ji Xingjue got up confidently, and gracefully got up: "So just let me go here, so as not to cause more rumors and bad influence."

"You seem to have forgotten," Qi Qing crossed her fingers and put it in front of her, her tone was flat, "We are in a legal relationship, and we don't need to sneak around."

Ji Xingjue: "..."

The Marshal was a man of few words, and the moment he opened his mouth there was an astonishing deafening effect. Ji Xingjue was shocked by these words.

If his reason hadn't told him that he couldn't beat him, he really wanted to pry open Qi Qing's mind and see what he was thinking.

The suspension vehicle landed smoothly on the docking platform of the base. Ji Xingjue thanked him politely and reservedly. He had already stepped out of the car door with one foot, and remembered something again: "I have to live in the base recently, and I won't go back for the time being."

The snow was falling heavily, and after a while, Ji Xingjue found a faint "hmm" in the wind.

Although he only heard about his car but couldn't see his appearance, when Ji Xingjue walked into the base, everyone knew that the Marshal sent Ji Xingjue to work.

Ji Xingjue returned to his room at the base after bathing in the staring ceremony without sadness or joy.

As soon as Ji Xingjue came back, Song Mei was the first to jump out and look for death: "Why are you and Qi Qing so gluey, what kind of revenge is not revenge, I always feel that you two have acted in these years, what is the inside story that I can't know ?”

"... His mother asked him to give it to me," Ji Xingjue gritted a few words between his teeth, and ruthlessly launched a personal attack, "Don't put on fat, block the road, and you won't be able to wear clothes in spring."

Song Mei is a rather round and rosy little fat man. He is fat, but he is round and cute. He is regarded as a mascot by everyone in the laboratory, and he is proud: "I am a stocky man! Even the wind in the imperial capital can't move me!" , not like you, the delicate and weak willow Fufeng."

Marshal's wife of Yangliu Fufeng didn't want to accept his fault, she slammed the door, put on her lab coat, and went straight into the laboratory.

After Song Mei finished her work, she strolled over to apologize: "Professor Ji, are you busy?"

Ji Xingjue turned a deaf ear, folded his hands, and looked coldly at the bionic person in the isolation glass layer.

With a soft "bang", the bionic man was shot and fell to the ground, blood slowly spreading on the ground.

After a few seconds, the android crawled up, shaking slightly as it walked.

"After suffering such damage, C9's intelligent computing program will be damaged and its actions will slow down."

The observer next to him came to a conclusion: "But it's quite amazing progress! The empire's advanced bionic technology is seriously flawed, and there are no samples that can be studied. Professor Ji, you are really amazing."

Ji Xingjue was noncommittal, lowered his head to write down the observation record, and then took the time to glance at Song Mei: "You have been so idle, it seems that your recent task is very easy."

Song Mei pointed at the dark circles on her face in shock: "Where's your conscience?"

"Okay," Ji Xingjue said politely, "Why don't you let your games and gossip comfort you?"

Speaking of this, Song Mei was furious: "The forum I often go to has just been permanently banned suddenly, saying that it is spreading false information about important people in the empire!"

Ji Xingjue, the resident protagonist of gossip, feels that he is a chicken and a dog ascending to heaven, and he happily clapped his hands: "It's so satisfying!"

"Tsk, I won't tell you this."

Song Mei clearly felt the difference between joy and sorrow, sat down on the chair, glanced at the bionic man in the observation room, and suddenly said: "Speaking of which, I recently watched a movie about bionics, tsk tsk, that's nonsense Yes, I can write a [-]-character long essay on the professional part."

"Oh?"

"However, leaving aside the professional part... Xingjue, do you think people can achieve 'spiritual transfer' through bionic technology, bring people back to life, and even achieve immortality?" Song Mei held his chin, shaking his head and sighing, "Humans are so amazing. Greedy, I used to want to live a hundred years, but now the average person is two hundred years old, the oldest can live to four hundred years old, and I want to live forever.”

Ji Xingjue paused with his fingers holding the electronic pen.

The cold white light of the laboratory was projected on his profile, which was cold and pale. He lowered his eyes and said slowly: "Who knows."

Song Mei's attention was attracted by the twitching bionic man lying on the ground behind the glass, and he didn't notice his slight difference, so he nodded and muttered: "That's right, science is endless, maybe there will be such a day... It's a pity that Landa The advanced scientific research materials of the empire have been destroyed, and it is said that their technological level is far beyond the current empire and alliance, and they may have overcome this problem long ago."

"What are you thinking?" Ji Xingjue raised his eyebrows, and knocked his head with his notebook, "If the Landa Empire really mastered such amazing technology, the tyrant who died in prison would have returned long ago. It has been silent for more than 100 years?"

"The sequelae of watching movies," Song Mei chuckled, "I will write a paper in this direction later, and remember to provide professional help."

Ji Xingjue nodded: "Yes, the money first."

"You are an imposing professor, how can you be so appallingly poor!" Fatty Song left displeased.

C9's testing is cumbersome and cumbersome, and needs to be adjusted at any time.

Ji Xingjue stayed in the research base for a week, and he didn't think there was anything in the past, but every day when he took off his gloves and saw the black ring on his ring finger, he couldn't help but think of Qi Qing.

Qi Qing... seems to be very busy, after all, she just took over the military department.

When the wind and snow stopped in the morning, Ji Xingjue took too many sleeping pills again, and was shaken by the terminal several times before waking up. He raised his eyelids tiredly to look at the to-do list.

I have classes in the last two days and have to go back to Ankara University.

He stood up and finished washing, and went to the next room to rob: "I remember you also have a class, earlier than me."

Song Mei finished the experimental data all night, and just closed his eyes when he was picked up. His bloodshot eyes were full of despair, and he hugged the pillow and wailed: "I don't want to go to class! Can I find someone to skip the class?"

"Wake up," Ji Xingjue threw off the quilt and said coldly, "You are a teacher."

Twenty or ten minutes later, Ji Xingjue and Song Mei, who were still in shock when they walked out of the base, "what's wrong with the teacher, why can't the teacher skip class" got on the suspension car back to school.

Ji Xingjue drove the car directly to the teaching building, and sent people there at the nick of time.

Song Meili cut her hair and patted her face, walked into the classroom like a dog, opened the teaching system with a pretense of [-], and began to roll the roll: "I know it is difficult to get up in winter-isn't it difficult for the teacher? The flowers of the empire, Be more energetic, points will be deducted for being late and absent from class."

Ji Xingjue glanced at it from a distance, feeling a little hot-eyed, so he hurried to the office.

Ji Xingjue's class was about bionics. He originally studied robots. There were many students majoring in robotics who took this class. They surrounded him immediately after the get out of class, and kept asking questions whenever they had the chance.

He had a high degree of patience with these young people, no matter how difficult or easy they were, he answered them one by one humorously, even so, there were still many people around.

Finally, someone asked expectantly: "Mr. Ji, are you really married to Marshal?"

Ji Xingjue showed the ring on his lower hand: "Yes - children don't gossip like that, they will become stupid."

Seeing his beautiful smile, the hearts of boys and girls all around were broken.

Someone brought up this topic, and someone continued: "Professor, I heard that the marshal treated you very badly...you, don't be afraid, I am a law student, and I have obtained a lawyer's qualification certificate. I can help you with the lawsuit." , I am not afraid even if it is the marshal!"

Ji Xingjue was quite amused, and smiled gently at the boy who mustered up enough courage to hold back his blushing: "Thank you, little classmate, when you encounter injustice in the future, I hope you can stand up according to your ability. But there is one point to be clarified, the Marshal is very kind to me, well, he bought me this suit, everyone should not follow others, you will become stupid."

Although his tone was gentle enough, the broken hearts of boys and girls clicked again, and they were destroyed again.

The atmosphere was harmonious, and a joking voice suddenly came from behind: "Professor Ji, I heard that you used to be a slave of Marshal Qi's family?"

The bustling atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

Ji Xingjue squinted his eyes, looked up, and saw a few familiar aristocratic children standing outside the circle, looking at them with disdain, and the one who spoke was the leading red-haired boy.

This group of nobles really taught bad children.

He sighed inwardly, and asked calmly, "Student, what's your major?"

"Why are you asking this? Are you changing the subject?" The man froze for a moment, then snorted, "Department of History."

"You can take my class, you must be a junior," Ji Xingjue said lightly, "The "Slave Law" was abolished in 823 of the star calendar. This is the content of the second semester of the sophomore year. It is almost the end of the semester. I'm worried about your final grades."

Red-haired boy: "..."

The students standing next to Ji Xingjue were stunned for a few seconds, and couldn't help laughing: "The "Slave Law" was abolished, and the earliest history of the second year of junior high school was learned."

"You were in the same class as me? Then we also got this content in the exam. If you don't even know this, how did you get into Ankara University?"

Seeing being besieged and outnumbered, the red-haired boy blushed, cut his eyes angrily, Ji Xingjue, and left the classroom with his followers.

"Students, let's stop here for today's questions." Ji Xingjue looked at the time and spread his hands. "Next time, prepare questions in advance and ask less irrelevant questions."

Although the students were sorry, they still stepped aside and waved goodbye.

The bell for the next class rang, and Ji Xingjue walked through the complex building, along the familiar woods path, to the laboratory building behind.

The moment the ringtone stopped, a figure sprang out in front of him. Ji Xingjue was sure of his footsteps. He saw who it was, and was a little surprised: "Cathy?"

It was the student who often came to him to inquire about Iser.

When Iser was still in school, Cathy often looked for opportunities to approach him. The girl's infatuation was hot and fanatical. Even though Iser's attitude was cold and distant, it did not dissuade Cathy's enthusiasm for pursuing.

And three days ago, the fragments of the starship salvaged in the sixth galaxy were sent to the imperial capital. After more rigorous testing, the death of Iser Lester was confirmed, and the information was officially released this morning.

The starship was likely to have encountered a sudden attack, and it was confirmed that no one survived.

Ji Xingjue was silent for a while: "Sorry, I want you to know later."

It was difficult for him to speak to this girl who would feel sorry for Iser.

Just like many years ago, no matter how he opened and closed his lips, facing Qi Qing's red eyes, he could only squeeze out a broken voice from his throat, telling him: "I'm sorry, the Duke is dead."

If it weren't for him, Qi Qing's father would not have died.

The author has something to say:

Because the marshal is very expensive, there are fewer scenes in this chapter (.

Rest assured that the emotional line is very sweet and there will be no misunderstandings, the essence is sweet =3=