"Mr. Lu," White put a dozen pieces of waste paper in front of him, "and can't count it."

Lu Bixing looked a little tired, with a circle of black green in his eyes, and he pressed it from time to time on the middle of his eyebrows and temples.

In the empty workroom, those robots who were ignorant of their suffering were displayed silently like Terracotta Warriors, dead.

Lu Bixing supported his forehead and flipped White's homework. The morning light of the energy tower hit the workshop obliquely, casting a thin shadow on his face. He was silent for a long time, and White had an illusion that seemed to push the calculation paper in the next second, telling them that it was over and that he would no longer have to do such useless work again.

This prediction made the young man White a little nervous, although he didn't know the reason for his anxiety.

But he waited for a while with fear, and Lu Bixing just asked calmly: "I have read all the reference books, how can I understand?"

The four students looked at each other crampedly, and said in a rough voice: "I don't understand anything."

"It is impossible not to know anything," Lu Bixing made up the messy draft papers in a light expression, "unless you haven't read the book."

When he talks to others, he always feels gentle and passionate, which makes the people standing in front of him feel that they are being valued wholeheartedly. However, at this time, although he is still gentle and patient with the students, he shows a little bit of fatigue after restraint.

People who have said everything and do things in a perfect way but still cannot impress them may be really stones covered in human skin. They have died from the day they were born, so they don’t care about the decay of their bodies again.

The door to the workshop has been open and empty.

Lu Bixing glanced over and was very disappointed. He felt that his persistence was a bit ridiculous and despicable - because there was an invisible countdown to death hanging above the base. He knew it very well, but he did not intend to tell anyone.

Involving the Ten Silver Guards must be a major military move. Even if Lin did not intend to use the base as bait, the gangsters of the base, such as the three religions and the various thieves, were absolutely untrustable. The paradox was that he knew this clearly and would still imagine that he could use the crude flint to light a little fire on them.

This logic is simply inconsistent.

"I can't understand these mathematical models used." Mint said with courage, "I don't even know how to put several generations into it."

Lu Bixing came back to his senses and paused: "Well, so 'has reached the corresponding level of primary education', it's really a scam, right? How much do you buy a primary degree certificate?"

White began to pick his hands and replied carefully: "I either bought it, I just... I couldn't use it later, and I forgot a lot of things."

Mint interrupted him: "Eighty yuan fidelity, the Education Bureau can check the number, add two hundred more, and buy a full set of application materials."

"It's expensive," Lu Bixing opened his personal terminal and pulled out the reference book. "The former old dean of the School of Information said that he could get a complete set of 138, and you were cheated."

"Mr. Lu, the primary education of other galaxies in the alliance covers all classic mathematical models," Huang Jingshu clicked her temples. "When their children's brains develop to a certain stage... Of course, it is a normal brain, Eden will pour these known conclusions into them, and they seem to be born with the same."

Lu Bixing looked up and shot two cold gazes at her: "What do you want to say?"

"The savages who ate raw meat and drank blood in ancient times are humans. The ancients on Earth who have never had a atmosphere in their lives are humans. We are humans, but humans are different from humans - we are also humans. We are also humans. We are also humans. We are different from humans. What they were born with is an achievement that we will never achieve in our lifetime." Huang Jingshu said, "Mr. Lu, don't you think it's unfair to ask us with the level of primary education in the alliance?"

"Don't think," Lu Bixing raised his lips with a smile without a smile, and bounced his fingers to open the e-book floating on his personal terminal. "Do you regard understanding a small model of elementary mathematics as an achievement? This view is very interesting. But in my opinion, existing mathematical models are just tools, and there is no difference between hammers, hammers, and hemp ropes. The first person to invent a hammer can be called the "genius achievement". Then, were the gorillas who held hammers and smashed walnuts and hit their heads later to give this "genius achievement" a name?"

His words accidentally left the category of humor and were so sharp that Huang Jingshu could hear the anger in his voice sensitively: "Mr. Lu, what's wrong with you?"

"Not much." Lu Bixing lowered his gaze and slightly eased his tone, "Look at the math book by yourself. The library permissions on the personal terminal are available to you. The several classic models used are all very detailed instructions. If you really can't understand, you can pick out the points you want to ask me, but I can't read the safe instructions for using the hammer. What other problems are there?"

White said hesitantly: "Mr. Lu, then do we... still need to do this homework?"

Lu Bixing said very briefly: "Do."

"But……"

"If you believe that something is useful, try to convince others. If you can't convince, you should do whatever you should do." Lu Bixing said, "In the case of war, energy issues are the top priority. No matter how you say it, you have to solve it and you can't escape it."

Otherwise, even if Bai Yinjiu landed, they came from outside the domain thousands of miles away without a place and a stable energy system would be a problem.

No matter how disappointed you are, you have to do what you should do.

The four students exchanged their eyes very cleverly, and they all retreated aside in a sensible manner and no longer disturbed them.

The word "mathematics" makes people feel unattainable, but "safe instruction for using hammers" seems to be more approachable. Perhaps because of a change in mindset, the four students who finally calmed down to read the "instructions" seemed to be the first time that they started to stumble and stumbled together to discuss in a low voice while clearly division of labor. Sometimes they cursed and made a rough vein.

Lu Bixing didn't care about them. Soon, the maintenance procedures of the first batch of robots had been calibrated and could be released for work. However, the number of robots was not enough, and the speed must be slow. Lu Bixing felt that he would better simplify the energy system planning scheme of the base again.

Just as he sent the first team of robots to the scene and turned back to the work room, someone suddenly stopped him: "Lu... that, expert."

Lu Bixing looked back and was surprised.

I saw the baby-faced Saturday, wearing rabbit ashes on my neck, and the old man with a rabbit ashes on his neck, who had fought forever before, and asked Lu Bixing to practice multimedia movie hobbies. Fat sister, who always felt that the pot and bowl area was not big enough... Wait, a bunch of people came, not only did they come by themselves, but also brought a bunch.

Zhou Liu had bruises on the corner of his mouth and was disheveled. Half of the buttons flew away, revealing several holes that had been deformed. Someone scratched his claws on his neck, leaving three blood marks, but there was an excited smile on his face, like a naughty child who had just smashed someone else's glass and "triumphantly triumphantly".

Behind him, about a dozen young men tied into a string of grasshoppers by a hemp rope, and their image was even more tragic. One of them even lost his belt, and carried his pants with a bruised nose and swollen face, rubbing them step by step.

Fat Sister was carrying a heavy laser gun on her shoulder - probably a guy who pulled the trigger and could knock off a thick iron door. She followed the supervisor with a selfless face. When she saw the string of tied grasshoppers who were slightly slower, she went forward and used the muzzle to mount it.

The man carrying his pants was hit by her elbow and let go unexpectedly, and an accident occurred at the scene.

I saw his pants floating down to the ground, revealing his legs and lower limbs... and a pair of shorts with dinosaurs painted.

Lu Bixing and the dinosaur looked at each other for a moment, confused: "What is the custom of your base?"

"These are all from the Self-Defense Forces, and they are in the same row as me," said Saturday, dripping his nose as he dripped down. He reached out his hand indifferently, but did not wipe it clean. He stretched out his tongue and licked it a few times, and said vaguely, "I asked them to come with me this morning, but they refused, so I had to duel with them one by one."

Lu Bixing felt as if he had heard a very retro word: "Sorry, what do you think?"

"Due to the duel, Fat Sister and the holiday are both witnesses," said Saturday. "Whoever loses must listen to the other party and recognize the other party as the boss."

Lu Bixing nodded, counted the heads tied to the hemp rope, and said with some admiration: "So you fought eighteen games in one morning and had no defeat. You are such a hero."

Zhou Liu smiled proudly and was about to wave his hand and say "It's not worth mentioning". Before he could put his look in order, the surging nose bleeding flowed down again. Zhou Liu quickly stood at the right moment and raised his nose with both hands.

Lu Bixing glanced at the "strong men" tied to the string of hemp ropes, and thought to himself: "I can't take it and go backwards, so why don't I beat them one by one while I was invincible yesterday? So what are civilizations doing?"

At this time, the next person who was on holiday opened his mouth for Saturday with a frown. He said, "We are here to find you."

Lu Bixing was stunned.

"You said yesterday, who doesn't want to die like this? Today I came to the mecha platform to find you." Said, "We are here, will the Self-Defense Force uniforms start traveling tomorrow?"

The old lady in the movie said whisperingly: "I am so old, but I don't care about my work, I just come and have a look."

Fat Sister said: "I still have to do business, I can only come before noon and after lunch."

The old man Huoya smiled obscenely: "Can't we fix the audio first?"

The flint that had collided countless times in the dark finally burst out tiny Mars. This was the first batch of people at the base. There were 34 people in total. Although half of them were middle-aged and elderly people, the young people were basically forced by force on Saturday, and they seemed to be born to interpret the "small melon and crack the dates".

But they are still a little spark of sparks above this boundless wasteland.

The residents of the base seem to live in canned sardines. The empty mecha station occupies half of the area. For more than 30 people, it seems quite empty. They all need to contact each other by the intranet. During the day, the robots are extremely efficient, selfless, and walk a group of disabled people around like walking their dogs. From time to time, they hear one of the four students running by, chasing Landing, shouting: "Teacher, is this the case..."

In the evening, the energy tower began to fall, and the sky became darker. The students finally completed their first homework and lay in the open space on the mecha platform. Suddenly, the emergency light next to them turned on. Lu Bixing walked over ruthlessly like the instructor of the rounds and kicked the two boys in the calves: "Get up, today's class has not been taken yet."

White looked at him with a dead dog on all sides: "Then what are we doing today?"

Lu Bixing answered for granted: "It's time to make up for your homework. I'm late to hand in my homework and delay class. Of course, I have to make up for it after school. Isn't this the case in your previous school?"

If their former school dared to do this, the teacher would have been beaten up by someone to sack. The four students each spread out their faces and followed him to the mecha platform in pain.

Thirty-four people came on the first day, and everyone was covered in dark circles. The next day, two were exhausted and ran away, with thirty-two left.

The hard-working robots worked all night and removed the spare radiation collectors on each mecha, and "buzzed" and welded them for half a night according to the design drawing. In the early morning, four students who were tortured by the mecha for half a night, as well as the young people who were beaten by him on Saturday, carried the radiation collection boards with human power. Two people in groups, and one robot led the way, and began to splice them according to the design drawings.

As an old man in the film, the old lady in the movie got a loudspeaker that could enter the museum from somewhere. She spoke in an accent of unknown origin and recited classical literature in the dark wind under their feet: "In front of ghosts and monsters, they are fearless, but look for them, attack them, and defeat them!"

On the third day, the huge radiation collection board like a dome had already taken shape, facing the energy tower that had been wandering in the air for hundreds of years. There were still twenty-eight of thirty-two fire seeds left. The old lady in the movie said too much and lost her voice. She had to hunch her back and sit next to her feet seriously.

However, the silent mecha station began to look around.

On the seventh day, Saturday, and holidays, several young people from the Self-Defense Forces followed the students intentionally, listening to this mecha designer who may be the best handmade mecha designer in the Eighth Galaxy talked about mecha operations and internal components.

On the ninth day, the radiation collection board was installed and connected to the base energy system. The entire mecha station emitted wave after wave, with a tide like a "buzzing sound". The afterglow was still unwilling to go. Lu Bixing paused the students' class that day, took out the design drawing of the thermoelectric system to be connected to the mecha radiator, and reset the robot's construction procedures.

Several students raised their wrists and recorded the whole process with their personal terminals, following him around. On the low wall outside the workroom, a row of heads poked out like mongooses, whispering to each other, and whispering.

Early in the morning of the tenth day, the few people who had run away before came back, all of whom were shameless and pretended to be nothing, as if they were just going out to the bathroom. During the halftime break, they took a group of younger brothers on Saturday and holidays to surround the few people who had "defected" and beat them up, and the old lady in the movie was recorded and archived.

In the afternoon, the few little bitches who were beaten and kept silenced and still acted as robots and followers. Dozens of people came outside the mecha station and joined the ranks of work silently. The manpower suddenly doubled, and the cranes, robots and other less intelligent tools that were sealed under the mecha station were brought out to fix and oil, and the construction speed of the thermoelectric system suddenly doubled.

In the early morning of the twelfth day, before dawn at the base, everyone heard a long roar while half asleep, like a bagpipe coming from the sky. The silent airflow was centered on the heat sink outside the mecha station, spreading around like a tide, squeezing through the balconies and houses like chicken cages. Every dilapidated door and window roared in response.

The one-eyed eagle walked to the balcony of the guest room with a cigarette in her mouth, squinted her eyes and looked towards the direction of the mecha station, and saw a giant creature slowly being held in the air by magnetic force, with shiny inside, like an artificial star. The roar suddenly intensified, countless windows were pushed open, and countless eyes were turned on here. Then, the base, which could only meet the civil power supply for six hours every day, suddenly a bright light was bright, and the street lights that had not been turned on for a long time flashed one by one. The highly dense residential area almost showed the illusion of prosperity. The three-dimensional screen unfolded, and the standby screen of the lotus was gently swaying in the night wind.

The night became noisy, and the one-eyed eagle slowly squirted out a smoke ring and murmured: "Fuck it."

Lu Bixing finished drinking a pot of coffee, but was still sleepy. He continued to test the newly completed energy system with a strong spirit. While no one was watching him, he hid in the corner and stretched out a large-scale laziness. Before he could open his mouth and yawn, Lu Bixing caught a glimpse of a surveillance camera not far away and turned around.

He was shocked and remembered that Zhan Lu said he wanted to "monitor himself". He forced his yawn back. When he put down his arms, he grabbed a handful of hair, found the angle as quickly as possible, smiled at the surveillance camera, and waved his hand.

The image quickly penetrated the atmosphere, flew into space, and landed on the screen in front of Lin Jingheng.

Before General Lin could think of the fans as if he was meeting, Lu Bixing took a few steps and took the surveillance camera to another direction, just in time to capture the base with thousands of lights behind him.

Lu Bixing put his fingers on his face and made a heart-warming look. He seemed to use the surveillance screen as a selfie and said something to him.

A corner of the screen quickly intelligently analyzed the lip words and automatically typed the subtitles.

Lu Bixing said: "I was wrong, I'm reviewing, I won't be angry anymore, okay?"

Before Lin Jingheng's tense mouth could be completely relaxed, the people at the base discovered that scientist Lu was posing in the corner of the wall. The self-defense team members who had not seen so many lights in many years were overly excited and rushed over. One by one, the orangutans who seemed to have been doped, surrounded the surveillance camera in the middle indiscriminately, grinning and making various strange looks.

The disrepaired surveillance camera was frightened by the demons on the spot, and the screen in front of Lin Jingheng was pitch black.
Chapter completed!