Imperfections

Zhan Lu politely reminded: "Headmaster Lu, the Alliance ’s official" combat force evaluation standard "is a percentage system. According to my rough estimation, the Self-Defense Force evaluation result is about 5 points, and there is no fighting power in the face of Star Pirates. I think you are too optimistic about their estimates. "

Lu Bing forcibly dug out a little wisdom and organized a saying: "It doesn't matter, hardware is the foundation, software can be upgraded. We all know this."

Lin Jingheng carefully looked at the young man in front of him. In appearance, he still could not see how he and Lu Xin were similar, even his personality was not very similar. Although Lu Xin was also a terrible basket, he was just pure. Poor, living in the world is not so smooth. His first half life was so smooth that he turned himself into a glorious legend, sometimes overbearing, temperament, and a little bit careless.

But Lu Bixing is different.

He would not sleep in the middle of the night and ran around the run-down base raging around. He came early in the morning, not mentioning what he wanted to do or the human rights that were sung by the flowers. He just ran to propose a Plan, this plan is not even in conflict with Lin Jingheng's original plan-if the SDF and the Star Thieves are wiped out as soon as they face each other, that will not affect the overall situation, and the base can continue to be launched as a victim , Do as originally planned.

Maybe just asking for a little extra time grace.

How did he grow up like this?

Lin Jingheng couldn't help thinking, "It must be that the old and dishonest Persian cat knew how to spend a lot of time, and didn't take good care of him when he was a kid."

Lu Bixing's mind was jumping with a small flame of thoughts. Lin Jingheng's long gaze was a bit life-threatening. He glanced around, hoping to find something reflective, and see if his angle was handsome enough.

However, his movements and expressions seemed to Lin Jingheng more like a careful restlessness, for fear of causing trouble for others.

"I also said that I wanted to rebuild a Xinghai Academy for him." Lin Jingheng thought.

He groaned for a moment and made concessions: "The channel information in Spencer's hand is too rough, and there will be problems when the battle is not accurate enough. I need to find out the underground channel, draw a military map, and confirm the locations and conditions of the two secret warehouses. , Began to transfer some materials and armaments, coupled with the construction of a communications network at the base, repairing the damaged triplet-it took about three months, three months later, the external communications network was rolled out, searching for Silver Nine, once Silver Nine was made In response, the communication was established. Prince Gloria of the eighth galaxy may immediately notice. Do you think this time is enough? "

Lu Bixing-because it was still in a dead state, it took a long time to respond, and suddenly looked up.

"I'll give you the base management authority-there is no way to run out of time, and the battle is changing rapidly. No one knows what will happen in the next second. It can't be more." Lin Jingheng is a person who will not compromise, so once in a while, Business is exceptionally unskilled. He coughed, and if nothing happened, he looked down at Lu Bixing's complicated and painful design, waved his hands at Lu Bixing, and wanted to send him away.

At this time, Lu Bixing grabbed his hand, and then quickly released it. The palm contact time was very delicate. It ’s okay to grab a hand and pat the palm, but the former is a hooligan, and the latter is “ Innocent friendly celebration. " Lu Bixing stuck in the middle of the two with the precision of the scientist, which almost caused confusion in Zhanlu's human-computer interaction recognition function.

Lin Jingheng stiffened for a moment. He was not used to being too close to him. Unexpected physical contact would make him a little uncomfortable, but because he didn't want to seem to get along well, he had to pretend that nothing was going on.

According to incomplete statistics, for a hundred love stories, ninety protagonists will have an "allergic reaction" to the inadvertent contact of their sweetheart, and when they return to God, they will try to hide their sensitivity. Lu Bixing finished the experiment and thought that he could almost come to a conclusion. Lin just had that meaning.

"What should I do?" He turned around without a trace while calmly turning around, feeling that his back was three inches taller than nothing, walking out handsomely like a step.

"Are you so happy?" Lin Jingheng stared at his back, still a little puzzled in his heart. "I won't walk well, like a big tail behind my butt."

Zhan Lu reminded him, "Sir, I don't think you will give President Lu a detailed explanation and risk warning about what will happen after three months."

"He knows," Lin Jingheng sighed, reached out to enlarge the design, and spread the table. "I don't know if it's smart or stupid. Dead wood can't be carved. Just stuffing a pig into a starship means it will fly?" Why don't you understand? "

Zhanlu thought for a while and asked, "Sir, on your way, you said to Miss Huang that the silver fortress has no strict requirements on the level of mental strength-do you think that empty brain disease is nothing, or is it just for social reasons? What about etiquette? "

Lin Jingheng shrugged: "Who knows."

After all, no one has ever seen cephalocephaly in the Alliance Forces, nor has anyone with mental retardation, waste, or anxiety.

The Alliance Declaration of Freedom states that the soul is born noble, and everyone is free and equal.

A great alliance is always correct—natural human rights, supreme, how can we separate people from high and low because of worldly prejudice?

Human beings are divided into "useful" and "useless".

The cool mechanical sound of the artificial intelligence sounded, "Okay, it's just social etiquette. Modify the notes."

"But his concept of mirroring is quite interesting," Lin Jingheng said casually. "For the sake of concealment, there are often some sections of the underground channel deliberately rubbing against asteroids and large gravitational sources. In this natural environment, 'guerrillas' 'It's not impossible. The Star Thief will set up a multi-tiered advance team, and we will, too, this self-defense force with embroidered fists can be used to test the response speed of the Prince Gloria Guard. Zhan Lu, I need you to collect the Prince Gloria family for me All the information of a person should be analyzed in advance ...

Reality is ruthless. People who can stand still in this coldness need to be more ruthless than reality.

Lu Bi walked out of the Self-Defense Forces building. Many people who did not know him passed by, greeted him warmly.

The idle children chased after each other, playing the "Self-Defense Force to capture the pirates", pretending to be one of the Self-Defense Forces, catching the six "Pirates", the small "Self-Defense Forces" ran out of breath and was anxious by their peers, Standing on the street, "wheezed" and cried.

Several members of the Real Self-Defense Force walked side by side, full of alcohol, discussing aloud the "sickness" of the stinky sister, and automatically generating a rude rumor within half a minute, starting to spread around -They said Spencer must have got hemorrhoids.

The big screen on the square was just repaired the first day, and the third-level film began to play the next day. The effect of the tone-changing sound was very good. The old toothy man who gathered in the fight the other day threw an apple to Lu Bixing and pulled Bro Gong asked, "Expert, when are you going to fix the sound? I think it's 100,000 urgent!"

Lu Bixing wiped the peel and shouted back: "Grandpa, if you have three months left in your life, what are you going to do?"

The old toothless man smiled and answered, "Mixed-eat-wait-die!"

Lu Bixing choked the apple in silence, thinking: But you really have only three months left.

After an apple was knocked out, Lu Bixing came up with a strategy. He wiped his mouth and said, "Public multimedia fees are very expensive. Be careful of base overload."

Having said that, he used the management authority he had just taken from Lin Jingheng to secretly cut off civilian electricity.

For a moment, all the lights except the administrative building disappeared at the same time. The male and female mirages on the big screen disappeared in midair, and the entire base issued a sighing "fuck".

"What am I talking about?" Lu Bixing pretended to wave at the people around him. "The base doesn't have so much energy to splurge on you now, watching the movie for three minutes and the power outage all day. This time it's cool. Let me talk about the man What ’s so good about a piece of abdominal muscles? Hurry up and do what. "

"Three minutes" apparently calmed everyone down.

The old-fashioned old man hurried to catch up: "You also let everyone watch a three-minute serialization of this kind of film. Is it a human thing!"

Lu Bixing said helplessly: "The infrastructure construction of your base is at this level. What can I do?"

He was quickly surrounded by a group of people.

"Aren't you an expert?"

"Hurry up!"

"Don't you say yesterday that you want to break out of the eighth galaxy and flatten the universe?"

"Okay, okay, I think of a way. There are not enough maintenance robots in your base. Are there any mechanics?"

No one responded.

"Let's do it," Lu Bixing waved his hand. "The line workers, who have dealt with robots, who have done maintenance on merchant ships ... whoever repaired water pipes and sewers, come with me."

The residents who had just finished talking and waiting for the dead heard that they were moving in the nest, and all the repaired small appliances followed him, like a donkey with a carrot tied to its nose. The donkeys were anxious and enthusiastic. After only half a day, they took the initiative to cooperate with Lu Bixing, registered their skills, and each took a division of labor.

The education of the eighth galaxy itself is not so good. These interstellar tramps are even more amazing. Many older people don't even recognize the words. No one can understand Lu Bixing's energy system reform plan.

Lu Bixing said dryly, and found that communication was more difficult than dog training. He had to give up and re-do a more detailed division of labor. He divided the base's labor force into several groups, and the limited robots became team leaders, responsible for leading these human stupid Work.

Four students also got their first assignment in life. Lu Bixing asked them to make an overall estimate of the energy consumption of the entire base before dark, and use it the next day, otherwise they can only stop working and recalculate.

The family got along day and night after the death of the family. The students have become accustomed to listening to him and taking him as the backbone. After receiving the instructions, they immediately calculated each one honestly. No side touch.

"Hey, just ask President Lu, what about others?" White asked.

"Busy to modify the procedures of the maintenance robot, I don't know where to go." Mint dragged his gills and looked at the messy data with dizziness. "It's going to be dark soon ... I can be skilled in assembling illegal weapons. You let me Can I do it? "

Huang Jingxi snapped his personal terminal back to his wrist, and stood up: "It's impossible to figure out, he hasn't taught it, so I will hand in my homework tomorrow, I will go to sleep."

The cockfighting agreed on this suggestion and stood up.

At this time, White glanced around and whispered to them: "Wait, do you know that General Lin only gave it for three months?"

The other three were inexplicable: "What three months?"

"Mr. Lu told me secretly in the morning," White lowered her voice, "The Silver Corps of the Alliance is nearby, and after three months, it will be necessary to transfer supplies and use this base and the people on the base as bait. Attracting Prince Gloria, President Lu said that if the base is still as vulnerable as it is now, it can only be used as cannon fodder. These people are either thieves, robbers or smugglers. General Lin definitely does not care whether they live or die ... Tell others, otherwise they will have to riot and the days will not pass. "

The four students looked at each other for a while.

The fighting **** said, "Being a bait is not necessarily cannon fodder ..."

"When the bait is dead." Huang Jingdi sat back again, "Did you forget the Beijing β star?"

Her words fell away, and everyone was silent.

Everyone wants to forget the Beijing β star, but the tragic memory is hard to wear away anyway.

"Mr. Lu said that in order to survive, he must have a minimum of defensive capabilities, a combat capability that cannot be beaten, and a system that hides his own coordinates. The base infrastructure and energy supply are the foundation and must be completed as soon as possible." Say, "Then look at life."

At this time, there was a middle-aged woman who opened a small restaurant in the base. Everyone called her "fat sister". White and his classmate who suddenly knew the big secret looked at each other, and they both shut up intently.

The fat sister held a dozen lunch boxes in her hands, half a foot tall, and placed them in front of a few students, cursing and grinning, "Your junkie teacher is really nothing, and you are tossing around with a bunch of stinky hooligans. And let you have a few small things to follow you, eat some supper, and quickly go to bed after eating. "

The fat sister ’s supper is as rough as her own, probably they are treated as children, and the buns are deliberately shaped into the shape of chickens and rabbits. The "chicks" and "rabbits" are thinly stuffed and full of skin. Half a football is as big as it is in the lunch box. It is enough to ward off evil spirits and rightfully enter the stomachs of several students.

"Check the personal terminal, Mr. Lu gave the reference book." When the fat sister left, Mint opened her mouth. Her two index fingers pressed together, and she pressed **** the bridge of her nose, as if she wanted to get red. Eye circles, "I remember a book that specifically focused on energy and energy efficiency, I don't believe it. I can group laser guns, and I still can't count an assignment?"

This is the first time that students of Xinghai University have learned to read a book on their own initiative and find what they need. It seems like the ancient Homo sapiens came down from the tree and began to stand upright towards human society. Unfortunately, the results are not endless. Desirable.

The reference books are not friendly. As soon as the nouns of crooked teeth and arrogant math tools appeared, the four students knelt down collectively. The four tanners could not bear one Zhuge Liang. They studied for a night and were still unable to do anything.

Time is precious to a carefree sleep, and time is cruel to someone who is dead on the next day.

The energy tower at the base falls and rises. The scenery at the beginning of the day is very special-there is no line of white fish in the sky. The night sky starts to fade from the direction of the energy tower. Then, the sky is like a cloth stained with ink. The azure blue stretches to the Quartet, and after a few minutes, it takes up all the vision.

Its daybreak.

Lu Bixing took a nap in the workshop and was shocked by the noise. He rubbed his eyes and raised his head, and saw that the mech group that was overturned by Lin Jingheng outside the base station was salvaged back little by little that day.

The disheveled drivers rolled off the mech—without any injuries, the masters could easily die. These people could only count as a small fence blocking the road for Lin Jingheng. It must be all-tailed-but despite this, the fierce space battle has brought irreparable psychological trauma to this group of self-defense members, and a crying dad yells outside.

The emotional excitement quickly turned the cluttered cry into a unified slogan.

Lu Bi walked to the window and listened to them neatly and shouted Spencer: "Sister Smelly! Bastard! I want to retire!"

The young scientist opened the curtains and sighed.

On the second day after the countdown, there were ninety days before the ash fly extinguished, and the base was still a hopeless day.