The real-time navigation map of the mecha "Beijing" shows a blank. At this time, the channel they passed by is not an underground channel on the map, and was opened up by countless smugglers who shuttled through the Eighth Galaxy, which means that there is no security guarantee on this channel.

"Beijing" is the name of Lin Jingheng's small mecha.

Generally speaking, only heavy mechas like Zhanlu have their own name and number. This model-like small mecha can only be considered a small flying insect in the vast universe. Without artificial intelligence, of course there is no need to have a name. Lu Bixing insists on calling it "Beijing", as if he is using the last mecha on Beijing β-star to commemorate the place they cannot go back to.

Huang Jingshu knelt in the corner of the training room and opened a small window the size of a palm on the bulkhead. She looked out through the window. There was still a constant darkness outside, and there was nothing, no light, no fellow travelers, and no celestial bodies were seen. During interstellar travel, gravity is sometimes fatal, and the waterway should avoid the orbit of large celestial bodies.

Only by chance, the mecha would crash into some space dust. The tiny dust floated and rotated, reflecting the light of distant stars. From a distance, it looked like a layer of veil with a tiny halo, as thin as a cicada's wings.

They had been walking on the underground waterway for nearly a month, and after several non-emergency jumps during this period, Huang Jingshu could gradually endure the feeling that her internal organs were almost squeezed out.

In addition, the mecha has always been such an environment, which is neither stimulating nor thrilling, making people feel that this boundless loneliness is the norm.

Whether it is the battle between the Alliance and the Star Pirates, the crazy Prince Kelly, or the destroyed homeland... it seems that it is just a bizarre dream.

These backward students who produce in backward areas have not gained special talents because of their special experiences. They are still just a group of useless burdens.

There is a simulated mecha in the training room and a simulated micro-spirit network is installed. They have been trained for a month in devils, but no one has been able to successfully access it yet.

White is a weak guy. He is at the bottom of his classmates in terms of physical fitness and weightlessness. So far, he can directly draw it by just by joining the simulated mecha.

The silly cockfighter is very good and can eat anything, but his intelligence is not very pleasant. He lacks the basic basic education level and is basically semi-illiterate. Not to mention teaching him any advanced technology, he feels difficult to read a small appliance manual, and it is also accompanied by behavioral disorders such as attention and violence.

If there are problems with the above two, but taking it slowly can be solved, the situation of mint will not be that simple.

She has a certain degree of dark phobia. In the past, she did not live alone in orphanages or girls' dormitories, so the symptoms were not obvious. However, once connected to the Spirit Network, the human senses would be shared with the mecha senses in the universe. Just as normal people would focus most of their attention on the external environment. If they were not deliberately, they would not pay attention to their heartbeats and breathing, the person who had just connected to the Mecha Spirit Network would be surrounded by a large amount of external information - the dark universe environment brought her huge mental pressure. At least five seconds, she started screaming and crying, sweating all over, and her heart and lung function was so dysfunction that she almost needed drug intervention.

As for her, Huang Jingshu, the vitiligo syndrome is vitiligo syndrome. So far, her matching degree with the spiritual network has not reached 30%, and the reason is unknown.

A soft sound of pulling the ring, someone drove a beer next to her, and the smell floated over. Huang Jingshu turned her head and said, "Mr. Lu."

Lu Bixing took out a paper cup and poured half a cup for her: "This is Lin's inventory before. It is probably the one that his subordinates put on casually. They don't know that he doesn't like to drink this, and I think it's almost expired."

Huang Jingshu said half-deadly: "No one drinks are about to expire. You are still so stingy, can't you get me a can alone?"

"It's good to give you half a cup. Kid, why do you spoil you?" Lu Bixing stretched out his hand and said, "If you don't drink, pour it back for me."

Huang Jingshu quickly took the paper cup away.

After waiting for her to drink almost the same, Lu Bixing spoke before breaking the silence: "Your homework error rate yesterday is very high, and there are traces of plagiarism in the essay questions. You did it very perfunctorily. There was no such situation before, why?"

Huang Jingshu: "How do you know I copied it?"

"I won't give students an expansion book list that I haven't read before. You guys are ignorant, obviously don't have the habit of actively reading." Lu Bixing leaned against the wall on the side of the training room, standing very relaxed, but not seemingly careless. "So I know which book you copied and what's new?"

Huang Jingshu was not afraid of boiling water and lowered her head: "Oh, then you'll deduct my points."

Lu Bixing glanced at her and waited patiently for his next sentence.

Huang Jingshu poured the remaining beer in the paper cup in one mouthful, and the little girl shook her mouth with a full look: "Mr. Lu, some things cannot be done by hard work. People are different from others - some people are born to lack arms and broken legs, while others are born to achieve nothing and be eliminated. I... all of us are like this, and they are just unqualified when they are 'departed'. Sorry, Mr. Lu, teaching us to operate mechas is harder than training hamsters to drill into the fire ring, right?"

Lu Bixing didn't comment: "Hamsters drilled into the fire ring but have no ornamental value."

"But since the war has started, it will be difficult for people who cannot operate mechas to survive in space in the future, right? I don't know what will happen in the future. We cannot be a waste for the rest of our lives and rely on others for the rest of our lives." Huang Jingshu said calmly, "Machine operation requires strong physical and psychological qualities, smart enough, and no genetic defects. Don't you think this is also a natural choice - eliminate those with defects and save the right ones."

"Well," Lu Bixing raised his eyebrows in surprise, "I heard you say that, the teacher was a little surprised."

Huang Jingshu curled her lips: "'You are not talented enough, but you are not working hard enough, and you should pay attention to your learning methods' - do you want to say that? Mr. Lu, your teacher's lines have not changed for hundreds of thousands of years, right?"

"No, I mean, I always thought that only introverted young people would think about life and society. I didn't expect that your hobbies were like those who fought in groups with beer bottles." Lu Bixing said, "It turns out that this kind of exploration is one of the common instincts of human beings after puberty. I can't tell that you are actually an ancient and simple 'social Darwinism', advocating survival of the fittest."

Huang Jingshu: “…”

Although I didn't understand, I always felt that it was not like a good thing.

"Human society, species evolution is a process that is too long and too complicated. When you observe and judge it with more than ten years of life experience, it is like a leopard in a pipe." Lu Bixing said slowly, "I said on the first day of school that the world has changed too fast. Maybe every ten years will be earth-shaking. Can you accurately predict what the next ten years will be like? You will be hundreds of years old in your life. If you can't even predict the next ten years, then why do you think you can define what is a defect and what is correct?"

Huang Jingshu couldn't speak.

Lu Bixing took a sip of beer slowly: "Little girl movies - According to my understanding, there is no evidence of the spiritual network that can never be felt by the cerebral disease. There is a lack of talent. You can choose other development directions after fully understanding yourself and the mecha, instead of getting started a little slower than others and then running away at the battle. If you have the chance, you can ask General Lin. Even in the Silver Fortress, not everyone's mental power is as strong as him."

He finished speaking and heard Lin Jingheng's answer coming from the radio in the training room: "Of course not. Except for front-line combatants, the Silver Fortress has no rigid requirements for mental power."

Lu Bixing was caught off guard and almost choked into his lungs with a sip of beer.

Didn’t the underground waterway be full of dangers? Why did the driver still have the leisure to eavesdrop on him and educate the little girl?

Lu Bixing had an illusion for a moment, as if Lin's gray eyes were everywhere and were paying attention to him all the time. It seemed that a few pounds of chicken feathers were mixed in the beer he had just drunk. His throat was dry and itchy. He quickly cleared it hard and changed his standing position: "Didn't you say you're about to get close to the supply station in the underground channel?"

Lin Jingheng: "According to your map, the voyage is about one or two days."

The training room has a very good seal...it's great. If the door is closed, there will be a slight echo inside, and the sound in the radio seems to be close to people's ears.

Lu Bixing was shocked without much obvious, and pushed open the door and walked out.

Standing in the stairwell at the entrance of the training room, you can see the bottom of the mecha from a high place, with a huge underground waterway route map, a three-dimensional picture.

The interstellar channel is not like a highway on the ground, and it cannot be stationary there. The route map is also rotating and changing regularly. The dense coordinates are dazzling, so complex that it makes the cockfighting classmates cry.

Lin Jingheng was in the channel map, and the small bright spots that kept spinning across his clothes, sometimes illuminating his face. When he looked from a distance, he actually had a dreamy effect. Lu Bixing found that this man was dressed lazy and casually, and his inadvertent demeanor would bring out many soldiers-like straight and upright, mixing with some unusually contradictory temperament. His iris was gray, and the color of his hair was not particularly black. Looking closely under the light, it was a little shallow. Each of the facial features could be tasted for a long time. When they were combined together, they were inexplicably afraid to look closely, and only remember a cold face.

Lu Bixing has known him for more than five years, but for the first time I found out that he had not read enough books.

"General," Lu Bixing skillfully concealed a handsome and elegant look and leaned against the railing. "How many confessions do you have to receive every year when you are in the Silver Fortress?"

Lin Jingheng was stunned, as if a little stunned.

Zhan Lu interrupted next to him: "The general's email has a filter function, and he does not answer emails of unknown origin. However, in the public mailbox of the Silver Fortress, hundreds of emails are written to you every day, especially after you publicly reject Miss Yefugenia."

Lin Jingheng: "Why don't I know?"

"There is no important information. The chief guard and secretary have screened it for you," Zhan Lu said with a stern look and broadcast the news broadcast. "According to statistics, about half of the emails denounce you for hurting the goddess's feelings, and half are enthusiastic confessions, claiming that 'whether you are a violent maniac or an abnormal sexual indifference, they will continue to love your face as always'."

Lin Jingheng: “…”

"Yes, there are some very impolites," Zhanlu said rationally, "but statistics show that people are indeed more likely to make impolite and uncivilized remarks when facing public figures, and it does not mean that the social atmosphere is bad."

Lin Jingheng: "Stand at attention, shut up."

The artificial intelligence faithfully executed the command and became a dumb.

Lu Bixing interrupted in a strange way: "Why are you so fierce? You are so handsome and don't you praise me?"

Lin Jingheng waved his hand, and scolded him with no anger or sternness: "Nothing nonsense, are you okay to do it? Go and inspect the weapons and equipment if you have nothing to do."

Lu Bixing licked his dry lips, flattened the empty beer can, stuffed it into the mecha's garbage disposal, and went obediently. He felt that the words that were just owed to the mouth sounded like teasing.

"He wasn't angry like this." Lu Bixing, like an experimenter full of exploration, wrote a secret note, as if he had completed a small adventure, and he was a little excited in his heart and went to work happily.
Chapter completed!