At four o'clock in the morning, Lin Jingheng took a four-hour rest efficiently, got up and handed over the drawn military channel surveying and mapping to Zhanlu, and the artificial intelligence performed the final calibration, and he directly took high-intensity physical recovery training.

An hour and a half later, he fell down sweating profusely. Through the spiritual network, he saw Saturday's slap in his slut-defense Force, and began to run around the mecha. He ran while screaming, unable to hear what brainwashing slogans he was shouting.

Lin Jingheng glanced at the watch and found that these people had copied the schedule of the Ten Silver Guards.

He took a cold bath indifferently and stuffed the nutritious meal into his stomach perfunctorily. When physical fitness is restored, he must strictly and accurately control nutritional intake with the amount of exercise. Ordinary food cannot be so accurate, and he can only eat special nutritious meals.

The inferior compressed nutritious meal can also have some flavors. The one he eats has nothing but a very light salty taste. It has poor color, fragrance and taste, and its taste is close to solidified snot.

After eating, all four elements are empty and there is no hope of being alive.

Lin Jingheng changed his clothes and put them on him, quickly walked through the dawn of the base, and walked towards the mecha mail station - he needed to collect data on the flow of high-energy particles to reverse the firepower of Prince Kelly's bombing of the Egret Star.

On Saturday, I was taking someone to run in the morning and saw him from a distance. I was determined to show that I quickly kicked the holiday next to me.

I staggered during the holiday and shouted like a conch: "One, two!"

The sluts were sweating profusely, stammered their necks, and howled a few cats.

Saturday was furious: "Didn't you have enough food?"

The self-defense team members who were forcibly pulled by him ran less than three kilometers. The team dragged two miles, holding their feet weakly. Their running postures and shapes were different, and they all seemed to be full of rat medicine.

It became popular on Saturday: "Scream again! Breaking louder!"

The members of the Self-Defense Force dragged the old man's singing style and babbling: "Auntie Yi—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

Lin Jingheng went through the sluts of howling ghosts without raising his head and got on the elevator of the mecha station.

As soon as the elevator door was closed, the buttons did not respond. Lin Jingheng frowned and a headache came from the elevator broadcast: "Welcome to take the smart voice elevator. If you want to turn on the elevator, please greet each other first - good morning, Mr. Lin."

Lin Jingheng: “…”

The “Elevator” prompts: “It is recommended that you answer, ‘Good morning, dear elevator baby’.”

Lin Jingheng's eyes twitched a few times, and directly redirected the base's management authority from the personal terminal, forcibly started the elevator from the background.

"Okay, I know you said that in your heart... Uh, beep-"

Lin Jingheng mutes the elevator broadcast again.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Lu Bixing caught him at the door of the main control room of the mecha station.

Lu Bixing is usually a person who pays great attention to his image. Today, he doesn’t know what medicine he took wrong, and he becomes more and more serious. Give him a light and he can walk on the stage: "Be a person, you must have a sense of humor and entertainment spirit. General, you are so serious all day long, don’t you think life is very boring, and you lack a lot of happiness?"

Lin Jingheng couldn't afford to offend him, so he walked around him without looking sideways and walked into the main control room: "I don't think so."

Lu Bixing chased after him: "You are idle and have no entertainment except drinking and dazed?"

Lin Jingheng said: "There are some entertainments."

The four students got up very early and had gathered in the main control room. They were sitting around a round table. They didn't know what homework they were doing. Various calculation screens ejaculated from the personal terminals of the four people, floating everywhere, and a simple breakfast was placed on the table.

When the four teenagers subconsciously stood up and stood attentively, White hurriedly swallowed the bread in his mouth.

Lin Jingheng nodded at them coldly and walked straight to the database.

Lu Bixing grabbed his elbow: "Read the data of the high-energy particle flow, right? Come on, children, the people who check your homework are here, come over and report the analysis report of the attack of the Egret Star verbally!"

The four students looked at each other, and White was so choked by bread that he almost died on the spot.

Lin Jingheng didn't want to waste time listening to a few students who didn't understand bullshit, and frowned and glared at Lu Bixing. However, Lu Bixing seemed to be unable to see that he was impatient at all. He gave him a sunny smile without hesitation. If there was a tail behind him, he might have already set up and shook a fan.

Lin Jingheng breathed a sigh of relief, pulled back his elbow without saying a word, hugged his arms in front of his chest, and was forcibly "checked homework".

The four students were trembling and pushed each other for a while. Huang Jingshu, who was used to being older than her, had to stand up first. Her voice was as quiet as if she had never cursed in her life. She began to read her analysis report in a delicate voice: "A week ago, according to reliable news, interstellar pirates attacked the egret asteroid, and the high-energy particles formed by the bombing flowed through the base and were..."

Lin Jingheng interrupted her lightly: "The key point."

"Heavy, the key point?" Huang Jingshu flicked back in a panic, "Oh, I...I used the 'triangle positioning method' to push back..."

Lin Jingheng interrupted her again: "The triangular positioning method is an academic theoretical model. In order to set formulas, multiple interference terms need to be excluded, and this cannot be calculated in practice."

He still remembers that the girl was also called "Jingshu". Because of this name, she has become more patient with her. She thinks her tone is very gentle. "Softness is over", and he even asked: "Have you used another model?"

Huang Jingshu's face suddenly turned red, and her fingers were clenched at her personal terminal and she couldn't speak.

Lin Jingheng gave her half a minute, and the righteousness was done: "Next."

White stammered: "I...I also used the triangular positioning method and nested the Cruz split inside..."

Lin Jingheng: "Nonsense, next one."

"I checked the planetary archives and orbits of Egret." Mint cleared his throat hard and secretly looked at Lin Jingheng. Lin Jingheng looked at her with a condescending brow, frowned, and looked disturbed by the barking of a dog. Fortunately, she had not interrupted her yet, Mint plucked up the courage and continued, "The mass of Egret is..."

Lin Jingheng: "I know what the mass of egrets is."

Mint: "I simulated several attacks on the egret star by heavyweight."

Lin Jingheng lifted his eyelids: "What simulation is used?"

Mint said, "Astronomy calculator."

Lin Jingheng smiled and picked the corner of his mouth: "I recommend you to use the four-step calculation calculator for children, which is easier to operate. Next."

Seeing the students one by one, they were frightened into a stick with a stern and a humiliation on their faces, they were humiliated and said, "I...I can't."

Lin Jingheng nodded gracefully: "I admire your clean and neat style, which saves everyone's time."

After saying that, he made a disbandment gesture to everyone, turned around and walked towards the database in the main control room, ignoring anyone.

Lu Bixing finally understood what "passage is" - in General Lin's eyes, I'm afraid that the idiots all over the world will be his pastime.

He sighed, waved to the aggrieved students, and led them to Lin Jingheng.

Lin Jingheng didn't say anything, let them watch. He was very focused on doing things and could completely ignore Lu Bixing's real-time explanation of "Jijigugu" next to him. The dazzling data flowed through his personal terminal without even having to rely on artificial intelligence.

After all, the number one enemy of Silver Fortress is always the interstellar pirates. Even if he fights for whom, fights against and analyzes interstellar pirates, it has almost become his instinct.

By the time he came to an end, the sun was already westward. The students with overloaded brains left in dizzyness, and a porcelain cup was handed over from the side. Lin Jingheng's eyes did not leave the personal terminal. He took it and took a sip. He found that it was not white water. He stuffed the porcelain cup back into the other party's hand, found a pool and vomited it out.

Lu Bixing took a sip of his cup in wonder, but didn't taste any odor: "What's wrong? Are you not eating sweets or are you intolerant of lactose?"

"It's not that particular," Lin Jingheng poured himself a glass of clear water, "I'll just drink water."

Lu Bixing's eyes fell on his empty shirt and suddenly realized: "Are you controlling your diet and recovering your weight?"

Lin Jingheng did not discuss his body shape with another man, so he ignored him and turned his back to review his achievements in the day.

He supported his hands on the main machine of the mecha station's main control room, his shoulders slightly raised, showing his flat shoulders. The artificial sunlight was about to leave the base. At this time, he rushed in obliquely, just through his thin shirt, revealing his shadowy waistline.

Lu Bixing's eyes fell, and he couldn't help but crossed a few steps away. He reached out and tried to compete, forcibly restraining his urge to touch him. He coughed dryly: "Why don't you think about the pain you are suffering now when you give yourself a muscle dissolution injection?"

Lin Jingheng: "Why do you talk so much nonsense?"

Lu Bixing walked around him, getting too close to him, and a smell of fruit lingered around, and Lin Jingheng subconsciously hid.

Lu Bixing did not sneak attack, so he had to eat half of the apple that could not be stuffed into his mouth and ate it himself: "I think it doesn't matter if you eat less other things, don't be so harsh on yourself and the world - what do you like to eat? Sweet and spicy? Or vegetarian or vegetarian? Are you picky about food besides not drinking beer?"

Lin Jingheng: “…”

I don't know if it was his illusion. Although Lu Bixing was quite annoyed before, he was so annoyed that he knew and had a sense of knowledge and was in line with his patience. Even occasionally - almost the probability of a meteor shower that could be observed with the naked eye - he was willing to admit that Lu Bixing was a bit cute.

But recently, I don’t know if he brought the “lost and back filter” and was too indulgent to this person. Lin Jingheng felt that this kid was a bit arrogant.

"Prince Kelly Aresfon's heavy armor firepower is completely comparable to that of the regular Alliance Army," Lin Jingheng looked stern and forced a change of topic. "The loading capacity of heavy weapons is much stronger than that of the alliance, has great destructive power, and has stronger defense performance, but I think they may have sacrificed a certain amount of mobility. The anti-tracking system you proposed before is feasible. If you stayed to tell me about this, I will give you fifteen minutes. If not, give me out."

"It has been constructed," Lu Bixing said, "the robots are working overtime. Then, they can use the mecha to send it outside the energy tower, so that it will not delay your affairs."

Lin Jingheng's face slowed down.

Then, Lu Bixing replied again: "Lin, do you often frown and not smile because you feel that you are more elegant than smiling when you are serious?"

Lin Jingheng pointed to the door and signaled him to kneel down.

However, Lu Bixing not only refused to leave, but also dragged a chair over and sat down.

Lin Jingheng was stared at his curious and exploratory eyes, and always felt that he had become the protagonist of some kind of strange experimental report: "What else do you want to do?"

Lu Bixing felt a familiar challenge from him.

The worst-selling and hardest-to-get-to-get-to-get-to-get-to-get-to-get-to-get-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-students in the world seem to have become his students. In these two points, Lin Jingheng is outstanding, but Lu Bixing likes him very much.

Lu Bixing doubted what his tendency was, and was particularly attracted to such people who were not. He thought for a moment and felt that if he answered "chat" at this time, the person would definitely turn around and leave. So he skillfully chose a topic that people would easily take lightly: "What is Voto?"

Lin Jingheng was stunned for a moment, and the softest part of his heart seemed to have been stabbed with a needle.

At that time, the Lu family was less than two kilometers away from the Union Parliament Building. When climbing up the roof, they could see the wonderland forest park behind the Parliament Building. A child who should have been born there and was now asking him what Votto looks like - he even thought Votto would have crowded tube buildings and slums.

Lin Jingheng was still reflecting on whether he was too indulgent. He then stepped on this idea under his feet. In a blink of an eye, he forgot how he wanted to hang Lu Bixing up and beat him up, and wished he could hold everything the other party wanted.

"Votou has a small population." Lin Jingheng said carefully, "except for the Central Shopping Plaza, there are almost no tall buildings."

"Why?" Lu Bixing asked strangely, "Don't the big guys all like to climb high and look?"

"There are always people who don't like it. People who don't like it don't climb high themselves, and of course they don't want others to climb high and peek at them." Lin Jingheng relaxed his tight ridge slightly, "Everything of Votto is a microcosm of the alliance. The result of the tug-of-warming balance of all forces is that all Votto's buildings are limited to the height of the aerial orbit except the Central Business District. Three-quarters of the land are ornamental plants, and the entire capital star is like a gardening park."

Lu Bixing, a native eight-galaxy country bumpkin, has only seen the first galaxy in movies. He has seen several photos of Votto from books, most of which are concentrated in the parliamentary building - Votto is gathered and filming is prohibited in many places - he finds it a bit unimaginable: "Wouldn't that be inconvenient? I mean living facilities or something?"

"Votto is different from other places. There is no private land on the Capital Star. All land is divided by level and position. There are rules for area and spacing. It is better to live a sparse place than to let anyone down. Living supplies are allocated, and each area has special service personnel rotation. If you have any needs, just use a personal terminal to summon it. As long as it is not illegal, they can help you solve anything. The air track is basically semi-special, with convenient transportation and no public facilities are needed."

Lu Bixing was first shocked by the extravagant desire of the powerful and wealthy people, and then felt a little guilty, suspected that he could not afford General Lin, who was born in Woto, so he asked carefully: "Is this the same thing in your family?"

Lin Jingheng was silent for a while and nodded vaguely: "It's almost the same."
To be continued...