The administrative center of Beijing β-star is 300 kilometers away from Xinghai College. It was noon. The outdoor body temperature deviated from expectations for no reason and rose straight, approaching twenty degrees. The stone-like ice layer was full of vitality and wetness. The dead winter that lasted for more than two years seemed to have a sense of recovery, as if a gust of spring breeze suddenly came from the end of the universe, blowing the sky as blue as if it was washed by blue.

This is the third day of Xinghai College's "Paper Week". In the evening of three days ago, the students had already finished class. They suddenly received a notice that the school teaching arrangements of only one principal were indeed very casual. The principal probably wanted to take the annual holiday and temporarily changed this week to the paper week. He opened the library authority, made a dozen book lists, and left a very large topic - I think where will humanity go in the future?

At this time, there were four days left before handing over homework. Most students did not think about the future of mankind, but were thinking about White and others who had disappeared for no reason. The entire college became a happy rumor manufacturer. The debate on whom the four people elope with whom had caused two rounds of group fights.

The orphanage where Mint lives received a living expense - she set it up and every month's scholarship will be automatically transferred to "family", but this time, with the scholarship, there is also a complaint letter.

Principal Lu, who swore to fire them, didn't even want to remember the punishment, but adopted the kindergarten management method. Before leaving, he hurriedly wrote a letter to complain to the parents of several students. The older children in the orphanage were lying around the complaint, and White's parents had already gone to the empty principal's office twice. Vitas's mother was irresponsible. After reading it, she replied with a big stroke and four simple words: "Let him die."

The letter sent to Huang Jingshu's home according to the admission information was not delivered. She wandered around the entire planet and was returned to the principal's mailbox by the system.

On that day, the old dean of the School of Information, who had resigned, packed his luggage and was about to leave Beijing Beta Star. Before leaving, he came to Xinghai College by chance. From afar, he saw the magnificent dome roof of the auditorium and the hustle and bustle of monkey children all over the school. The old dean did not expect that there were so many students in the school. He held the fence with his hands and looked in. He saw two teenagers playing and making fun of each other, and the boy was snatching the form in the girl's hand.

"Show me what it can do. I may not have to chase you, so I will be less passionate!"

The girl kicked him in the calf: "Go away."

"I can show you my name too. I haven't applied for any of the three academies. I also proposed a new professional direction - the interstellar smuggling guide. How about it? It sounds awesome, right? Alas, wait for me!"

After hearing this, the old dean was stunned for a while and felt that in this sacred palace of knowledge, there were still a bunch of gorillas with touching intelligence, so he slowly walked away with a support to the railing of the campus. He was already 260 years old and had no place to live. He had taught in every university in the Eighth Galaxy. He witnessed countless neglects and the school closed. Xinghai College was his last stop, and finally disappointed him.

He suddenly felt a little discouraged, looked down at the dry age spots on the back of his hands, and felt that his life might have been a daydream and a stubborn and wrong path.

Two hundred and sixty years are over.

Not long ago, he spent most of his life savings to buy himself a place in a property-owned nursing home in Kelly Star, intending to spend his old age there. This is a very decent old age in the Eighth Galaxy, and we are going to set out today.

The old dean looked up at the sky. The rare sunny wind was not as warm as the north wind, and the winter was not as warm as Beijing Star. He felt that this probably meant that his journey would be very smooth.

The homeless vagabonds came out of their hiding places like a festival, greeted the old professors who passed by happily, celebrated each other and endured another winter, and were about to usher in a good season for four years.

Not far away, some pigeons raised by unknown families flew across the sky in flocks and landed on the top of the six million dome of Xinghai College. They unceremoniously lowered several bubbles of "sky dung" to express their endless blessings to the students.

Penny opened the door of the broken tavern and brought a pack of fresh mealworms to the big lizard, the mascot of the tavern. Then she opened the window to ventilate, rolled up her sleeves, and wiped the tables, chairs and benches of the broken tavern. The fourth brother's place was very clean, and he didn't have much work, so she could just do it on her own.

Penny has known him for five years. By the standards of a woman, the fourth brother is actually not a sloppy person. Apart from his unkempt personal image, he has no other bad habits. He drinks and never gets drunk. The things he has used will be put back in place. Whether it is the broken tavern he often comes to or his home, it is full of a sense of clean and cold order.

"When will your master come back?" Penny stepped on the bench and said to herself to the lizard, "The fourth brother has been missing for several days. Where did he go with that little white face? I'll try to contact him again."

She wiped the glass clean and couldn't help but reach out and cover her eyes: "Why is it so sunny all of a sudden? I'm still a little sweaty."

The lizard is silent and never responds to women's friendship-filled self-talk.

"I guess I can't get in touch. You said that I know he likes quietness, but I always come to him. Will he annoy me if he gets angry with me?" Penny, who is used to the wind and waves, looked at her personal terminal, a little nervous, and did not notice that the big lizard behind her was slowly moving her indifferent body, hiding from the "sunlight" that came into the window with fear.

The signal sent by the personal terminal seemed to have been wandering in the Eighth Galaxy for a week, but there was still no reply. The person didn't know where he went and had no communication signal.

Penny sighed: "It's true..."

She stopped talking, and the personal terminal suddenly seemed to be stuck and lit up. Penny was shocked and subconsciously opened her five fingers and reached into her hair, quickly catching her somewhat collapsed hair out of shape.

The next moment, a vague image floated in the air. Penny saw clearly. The fourth brother seemed to be in a very dark place. When traveling between stars, he could not calculate the time difference. She regretted it and said carefully: "Is it evening on your side? Am I disturbing you?"

The signal speed of light and shadow is unparalleled, but there will still be delays across the interstellar world. Even if the projection on the personal terminal seems to be face-to-face, two people separated by space cannot have a conversation in real time.

Lin Jingheng was smoking in an unknown abandoned supply station, guarding next to the scarred mecha, and suddenly received a communication request from Penny.

He may have a bad signal, his face looked blurry, and the transparent picture on his personal terminal was disturbed by the sunlight outside the window, and it became blurry. Penny hurried to the window and planned to pull up the curtains: "The weather is so good today, wait for me..."

The too bright sunshine made her side face red, and her originally tough appearance actually had a bit of girlish temperament for no reason.

Zhan Lu, who was charging, said: "Principal Lu has repaired the communication system on the scrap station. Although I lack energy, I can borrow the communication network of the supply station to search for Baiyinjiu's coordinates."

"Charge it quickly," Lin Jingheng was a little impatient. Before the message had arrived, he blew up the ashes. "Charge it quickly and answer the phone for me. You can't use it..."

When the word "end" was still stuck in his throat, the image came. Lin Jingheng saw the "sunlight" outside the window through Penny's screen. When he heard the silly girl sighing about "the weather is good", the smoke in his hand suddenly fell to the ground: "Penny, leave the window and find a mecha with a defense system!"

However, the interstellar distance was too far, which made the waves that were close to 300,000 kilometers per second exhausted. His warning blurted out and he was destined to be able to run around the road.

Penny saw from a distance that there seemed to be a few clusters of red lights exploded on the horizon. Her hand pulling the curtain paused for a moment in confusion, but before she could see clearly, the red light suddenly cracked, as if a thousand stars exploded in the sky, bright and pale.

The earth shook angrily, the planet crust, which had been naturally formed for billions of years, made a dying sound of fracture, rocks collapsed, and the artificial atmosphere was like a layer of paper-paste glass.

Houses, city buses that honk every five minutes, machine trash cans that can't stop, college domes full of pigeons, old professors who greet every wanderer, children who worry together in the yard, panic lizards, and women who raise their hands to block their foreheads...

They were all shrouded in the broken white light, becoming overexposed pale silhouettes, and then melting into the upside-down world.

The backward anti-missile system on Beijing's β-star finally issued a late-minded alarm. The civil servants in the low-Earth orbit were awakened by screams. They were stunned for five minutes and got up. The eighth galaxy capital star Kaley could no longer contact him, so he had to ask for help incoherently towards the distant Free Alliance.

"The eighth galaxy Beijing β-star was attacked, report... We were bombed by a large-scale star missile. The enemy is unknown, we have no defense capabilities, the entire planet is collapsed under the attack of nuclear missiles... Fuck!"

"Didn't you say you wanted to upgrade our defense system ten years ago? What about you who promised?"

"Help! Save..."

"Beep—"

"Penny!"

Lin Jingheng's personal terminal signal suddenly disconnected, and a girl who claimed to have lived past the average age of the eight galaxies stood there, and her figure frozen in front of him, leaving him with a red side face.

Lin Jingheng stayed for a second, turned around and left.

Prince Kelly's crazy laughter flew out of the main control room. The screen seemed to be a bad game advertisement. The missiles of the mountains and tsunami penetrated the screen and exploded on the ignorant Beijing β-star. The animation effect was old-fashioned, the perspective was not spectacular at all, and even the picture quality was so worrying.

White smiled halfway through seeing it: "This is a TV series or an advertisement, the special effects are too touching. I'll give you one-five yuan, so I can't get more."

"Then I'll give two." The cockfighting was a little uncomfortable inexplicably, "Mr. Lu, can we change the station?"

But the two adults in the main control room didn't say anything.

Mint looked at the one-eyed eagle, then looked at Lu Bixing, as if he realized something from their expressions, and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Lu, when can we charge and go home?"

Lu Bixing slowly turned around and met the girl's gaze. Mint had never seen such an ugly face as him.

At this time, Lin Jingheng hurriedly broke into the main control room, without saying hello, without saying goodbye, without signing, "Check all the inventory of the supply station, especially the supplies and weapons."

Lu Bixing's voice seemed to be pressing into his throat, and he stared at Lin Jingheng blankly. His words seemed to be out of his mind: "There are sufficient supplies and the arsenal is empty."

Lin Jingheng did not make any comments on what happened in front of him and said quickly: "Separately sort out the supplies and make a fortune according to the next supply expectation in half a year. The charging and repair of the mecha will be completed in half an hour. We will set off immediately after completion."

Before the students could react to what had happened, they were stunned by this order. What does "the next supply is half a year later" mean?

No matter how uncivilized the eighth galaxy is, it is also a human society. These people want to fly in the crisis-ridden universe for half a year? Who knows how much it takes to spend half a year in the universe?

Lin Jingheng: "The lighting that is not needed is turned off, the communication network is encrypted, and Beijing Star's communication can be contacted here, which means that this place is within the search range of the core area of ​​the eighth galaxy..."

White asked in a daze: "Ah, can the phone be connected? Should I also call my home?"

Mint reacted first, shook her in a daze, subconsciously grabbed White's elbow and started to tremble.

White helped her in confusion: "What's wrong with you?"

Two seconds later, he understood what the girl meant. White's facial features opened and stood stiff for two seconds. He squeezed out a smile and looked back at the sea of ​​fire on the screen: "No... isn't this a special effect?"

No one answered him.

White's breath became heavy, and his eyes turned around everyone's faces in a panic, trying to find the meaning of joking, and suddenly broke the sound: "Isn't this a game advertisement? Ah? I...I've played a similar one before..."

It's not bad, but the state of emergency can't understand the key points. Not to mention the silver garrison, even the miscellaneous young soldiers assigned by the Military Commission would not dare to perform in front of him. General Lin was used to banning the orders and became popular on the spot. He said coldly: "Beijing Star was attacked. According to the style of interstellar pirates, they will not stop. There is no regular garrison in the Eight Galaxy, and no one can stop them. If you go a little further, the energy waves generated when the planet is attacked by a nuclear guide are enough to stir this small supply station into pieces, so that you will die without a burial place - do I understand enough? If you don't want to die, hurry up!"

One-Eyed Eagle: "Lin Jingheng, this is not your silver fortress! You..."

Lu Bixing stopped him, and at the same time stepped forward and hugged White's shoulder: "I'll make a list of supplies, Xiao Huang makes records, the material warehouse is not locked, wait until you four follow my father to prepare separately, come back to me in twenty minutes, I'll give you a simple mecha operation training, I need to encrypt the communication network, and do some other preparations."

"headmaster……"

"The Mecha Operation Department must go through at least one academic year of training before it can be trained in real mecha. We have to complete the teaching progress of one year within ten minutes. If you fail the course, you may die. Why do you still have time to cry, classmates?" Lu Bixing sighed, reached out and wiped White's head and face, "Move, do something, don't think so much."
Chapter completed!