Lu Bixing posted a while under the calendar, remembering that before he went to send supplies to Saturday, there was no such mark on the calendar, so it should have been temporarily added.

He looked back and saw that the mecha station was directly opposite, and there was the administrative building across two doors and a small path. Lin Jingheng's room was on.

Since the last time Zhanlu accidentally exposed it, Lu Bixing hasn't spoken alone with Lin Jingheng for a long time.

At the beginning, whenever he closed his eyes every day before going to bed, he would think of Lin Jingheng's complicated and surprised eyes. In terms of the embarrassment of this matter, he was able to rank in the top ten in Lu Bixing's personal experience, which made him very embarrassed and hid Lin Jingheng for a few days. Fortunately, Principal Lu was still young and his youthful face always had amazing flexibility. After a few days, he adjusted his mental state and planned to go to Lin Jingheng to have a "theory and practice" conversation.

Then he found that Lin began to hide from him.

Lin Jingheng may have some special stealth function. He turned on a giant like Chong San, which can actually be elusive. Except for routine exercises, this person would have no shadows at other times, and he could not use any black technology to locate it. At this point, Lu Bixing understood why Lin was so important to the anti-tracking system at the beginning. If the Ten Silver Guards disappeared out of thin air, then they really didn't need to go to so many layers of insurance.

At this time, the lights in Lin Jingheng's house were on... and judging by the brightness, what he turned on was not the small lights he used when working at his desk.

This is usually a preparation for meeting guests.

Lin is waiting for him.

But Lu Bixing was patrolling the small road between the administrative building and the mecha station for a while, and felt a dilemma.

A long time ago, Lu Bixing's goal was not high. He just wanted to do his best to reduce unnecessary casualties in this war and save the base for a blessing. If it is not satisfactory, he had to leave it to fate. He thought that he should not disturb Lin's plan as much as possible, and it would be best to take into account the overall situation and the local situation.

But after all, he doesn't have the heart that can break out of the world at any time.

After spending three months together day and night, he watched these wild grass-like lives struggling repeatedly in the sinking, watching them try to stand up like humans, fall down, and then roll on the ground. He and they transformed the base like a ragged stand to their current appearance, and could almost call out everyone's name... Lin Jingheng and the One-Eyed Eagle knew the "rules" tacitly and never asked about other people's names and lives, because they knew that they were all glue, which would stick people to each other, and it would be difficult to give up if they stuck too much.

Lu Bixing has suffered a lot from childhood to adulthood and has also been favored by a lot. They gave him a deep foundation at the beginning of his life, so that his family was destroyed to this point, and he could still heal the scars and forget the pain. He believed that things would always turn around and develop in a better place.

But he might be wrong.

At this time, the base was shrouded in night, and there were less than three hours before the three-month appointment expired. Foucault and the Weasel learned how to hide in the anti-tracking system and were about to disband the Self-Defense Force on Saturday. They tried their best but still didn't have time to look like humans.

Now that things have come to this point, Lu Bixing has no way to do both.

He didn't know whether he should go up and ask Lin Jingheng for help.

Three months is the biggest concession that Lin Jingheng made. This is based on the famous "100-day hypothesis" in the history of interstellar wars. General Lu Xin proposed that Lu Bixing had read that if a comprehensive war with extremely strong destructive power broke out between the stars, when the communication network was interrupted, all parties who rely too much on information would be slowed down. Due to the complexity of the universe environment, after the collapse of the communication network, except for the complete neurotic accident like Prince Kelly, everyone will be cautious and radiate the sphere of influence around with their respective strongholds as the center, and the scale of conflict will be greatly reduced. Usually, after three to four months, a new pattern will be initially taken. At that time, the situation will change thousands of miles a day, and it will be really too late to show up again.

Lu Bixing didn't want to test whether Lin would make concessions for his personal relationship. He should not delay General Lin's pace any more because of his feelings or reason.

But...what are the people at the base?

On Saturday, on holiday, Sister Foucault, Weasel, Fat Sister, Old Movie... Should I be quietly swallowed by this damn era?

"Teacher Lu?" Someone called him behind him. Lu Bixing looked back and saw that it was Fat Sister.

Fat sister dressed very casually, and walked out with her slippers. She had just washed her hair with a water-absorbing towel wrapped around her hair and two big pockets in her hand. She was peering at him strangely: "I saw someone walking back and forth from afar, and then she saw clearly that it was you. It was so late, what are you doing here?"

Lu Bixing smiled bitterly: "What are you doing again?"

"Well, aren't it all those old people still dead," said Fat Sister, "I'm making trouble every day, and I'm going to say that today is the New Year, and I'm going to ask me to give them cakes in the middle of the night - I'm going to tell me that these old people have lost all their teeth and have a bullshit New Year. Don't you know if you're spending less than one year?"

Lu Bixing was stunned and looked up at the calendar hanging on the mecha station in surprise. It turned out that he was only paying attention to the deadline and did not look at the date carefully. This was the last day of the year...

No wonder Saturday, which is planning to disband the Self-Defense Force, insists on returning to the flight until it is over tonight.

While complaining, Fat Sister cursed and complained, she opened the food bag in her hand and took out an insulated lunch box and stuffed it to Lu Bixing. It was a traditional "cushion box cake". It originated in the Earth era and was popular in the Age of Discovery. This kind of cake has no shape and is generally made by hand. Cake makers stack ingredients layer by layer in the lunch box and dig it with a spoon. It is simple and friendly.

Fat Sister also drizzled chocolate sauce on the cake with "Happy New Year".

"Have you eaten? Take this back for midnight snack." Fat sister stuffed the lunch box to him, raised her hand and slapped him in the back, "I want to eat midnight snacks. I'm quite a big guy, and I'm as thin as this monkey--my son is much stronger than you when he is as big as you, and he's over 230 kilograms."

Lu Bixing laughed dryly: "This goal is too far away, I'll be slim, Fat Sister, walk slowly."

Fat Sister waved at him and twisted and turned towards the residential area.

She lives alone and has no children. It is said that there was a little boy who died before he was ten years old. The dead boy grew up in her imagination, and according to her aesthetic, he grew up to be a burly man of more than 200 pounds. Now he may be waiting for her to watch over the night at home.

Lu Bixing looked down at the crooked handwriting on the cake, took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards the lighted administrative building, he thought: "I shouldn't have known those stories."

Apart from ten sailing days, the Self-Defense Force mecha groups gathered together. The shrimp soldiers and crab generals had enough sleep during the day. After getting the time together, they gathered together to brag and spank, waiting for the New Year without bells.

During the holiday, I pinched his beloved rabbit ashes, opened a compressed nutritious meal, took a bite, and said happily: "I have tuna flavor, and eating fish during the Chinese New Year is the most auspicious."

"Who heard that, where did the tradition come from? You made up it?"

"The tradition of the ancient Earth era," said the famous mama baby "buzzed" during the holiday, "this is what my mom told me."

A burst of laughter rang out in the communication channel, and all kinds of dirty words burst out like a blowout, and they were arguing with them in a furious manner when they were on vacation.

On Saturday, he lay flat on the mecha's operating table, closed his eyes and looked out with his spirit net. The surroundings were filled with beams of light emitted by his companions' mechas, while the spirit net was still receiving energy and waves from the universe, and drawing lines on the energy monitoring map that make people half understand.

At some point, the communication channel suddenly became quiet. On Saturday, I came to my senses and heard someone calling him.

"Ah?" he asked, "What did you just say?"

"Do you really want to disband the Self-Defense Force?" asked a member of the Self-Defense Force. "Actually, I think we are no worse than anyone else. Even if Foucault and others have more people, weasels - we are better than weasels, right? They all don't disband with shame. Why should we disband first?"

"I never dreamed that one day I could drive the mecha to the sky and patrol exercises," said another self-defense member. "Isn't it a waste of work to be disbanded like this?"

"I didn't have physical training today, I didn't move for a day, and my body was so rusty."

"Brother Zhou Saturday, the Self-Defense Force has been disbanded. What should we do in the future?"

Saturday was silent for a moment, then turned over impatiently, turned his back to the communication channel, and said in a muffled voice: "What should I do? If you are unwilling to join other teams, so that you can feel that you were in vain."

He blurted out on vacation: "But we just want to follow you!"

Zhou Liu's heart was stagnant, and his tears almost fell down. He held it hard, stared at the energy monitoring map on the mecha with wide eyes, trying to let the tears dry naturally, and gritted his teeth and didn't say anything.

But those people refused to shut up, and started to say a word during the holiday, and the self-defense team members spoke in a verbal voice behind him.

"I originally wanted to join the Self-Defense Force with you. If it weren't for you, who would have let me get up at six o'clock every day, run and jump?"

"I can't stand the weasel. Foucault has too many people. It's a waste of energy to get into troubled waters."

"Brother Zhou Liu, is there any discussion on this matter?"

"Xiao Liu, ask me to say..."

Zhou Liu felt that his eyes might be about to break the dam, and even the energy monitoring map in front of him shaking. He lowered his head unbearably and wiped his eyes hard - then he saw clearly that the energy monitoring map was indeed moving!

The complex lines rippled back and forth like water waves. The outermost circle line fluctuated greatly and almost spread outside the monitoring map. Rows of formulas automatically popped up on the screen, like a screen, and I couldn't understand a word. The reason and emotion in Zhou Saturday's mind were not separated. After a moment of confusion, he thought to himself: "What does this thing mean?"

He jumped up suddenly, took out his personal terminal, found the simple instruction manual that Lu Bixing made for them, and approached the monitoring image to compare. Then, he was shocked and found an exact same image on the "instruction manual". The label below seemed to be "Unidentified Mecha (armed) approaching."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Zhou Saturday roared at the bleak communication channel, quickly turning on the monitoring function of the anti-tracking system. On the far outermost periphery, he saw several shadowy and hideous mecha silhouettes. "Send a message to the base, there are unknown mechas close... ten... no, more! Check your defense and weapons and equipment! Hurry up!"

In the base, Lin Jingheng had already been waiting in the house in preparation and opened the door for Lu Bixing.

Lu Bixing raised his hand to him in a little cramped manner and glanced at the lunch box cake in his hand, as if he had found a reason: "Today is New Year's Eve, I'll come to you...uh, share a piece of cake."

Speaking of this, he remembered something again and glanced into Lin Jingheng's room: "That..."

"Don't worry, Zhan Lu is not here." Lin Jingheng turned sideways and signaled him to enter the room, "I'll leave him in Chongsanli."

Lu Bixing - a super AI fan who once salivated at Zhan Lu - breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he was a little anti-technology tendency recently.

Lin Jingheng's desk was covered with a three-dimensional interstellar route map, extending from the table to the roof. He waved his hand and put it away, signaled Lu Bixing to sit, poured him a cup of coffee, and opened the right way: "See the calendar. Are you here to find me now? Have you decided what to say?"

Lu Bixing choked for a moment, and his tense shoulders fell down: "...No, I just came back from Saturday and haven't eaten yet. Please wait for me for a while."

Lin Jingheng wanted to entertain him, but when he opened the freezer next to him, he saw that the whole cabinet of nutritious meals was even more neat than the bricks built on the wall, and it was not as sincere as the lunch box cake, so he had to give up.

"Don't just look at me eating," Lu Bixing took an extra spoon and gently touched him with the toes under the table, "Try it."

Lin Jingheng didn't move.

Lu Bixing then sighed, dug a small piece, and handed it to his mouth: "Give me some face."

Lin Jingheng first frowned and turned his head to avoid it. He was stalemate for two seconds, and then he couldn't breathe a long breath. He took a bite with his hand as if he was taking poison.

Lu Bixing's eyes slid over the spoon and landed on Lin Jingheng's lips. Then he forced himself to move away and stared at the clock at the corner of the table - at this time, there were still two hours and ten minutes left before zero.

"I still have time, let me say something else first," he suddenly spoke, "I have been looking for you these days... Cough!"

Lu Bixing cleared his throat hard, and sat down with his pen straight, as if he was having a serious interview: "The last time I went to find you... was the time when I locked you in the medical cabin. I scanned myself a full body while you were asleep."

Lin Jingheng: “…”

This unique beginning made him not know how to answer the conversation.

Lu Bixing touched his nose, and he realized that this was like a terminally ill patient saying goodbye to his relatives and friends. He gritted his teeth and cleared his throat: "...I found that the hormone abnormalities were found at that time."

He looked at Lin Jingheng quickly, his eyes swayed up and down several times, and finally he mustered up the courage to stop on the gray iris. Lu Bixing said incoherently: "I don't... don't have much experience, but according to the theory, this conclusion should be..."

At this moment, the personal terminal on his wrist suddenly turned red like a searchlight.

The interrupted Lu Bixing almost choked to death. Just as he was about to force his personal terminal, he saw a blood-red alarm - a remote fixed-point messaging from the mecha contact station.

The next moment, the contact station of the mecha station suddenly woke up, all the lights were on, and the alarm sound came from the sound buried underground in the entire base. Countless extinguished lights were on, and the noise of the silent base was everywhere. Lu Bixing suddenly looked at Lin Jingheng.

"I haven't sent a message to the outside world yet," Lin Jingheng stood up and opened the curtains. "Step back and said that even if it is sent, Bai Yinjiu will need to respond to it before establishing a remote communication channel. It should have been hit by a small team that was ordered to search the edge of the eight galaxy like Yuan Yiren - go to the contact station."

Lu Bixing turned around and ran away without waiting for him to finish speaking.

The "Happy New Year" cake was left on the table, and a corner has been dug up, leaving only the three words "Fast New Year".

The long-distance patrol was far beyond the base's intranet scope beyond ten voyage days. On Saturday, they used the transition points along the way to contact the base's contact stations at a designated location.

"What's going on Saturday?"

Saturday's voice was very tense, and it came intermittently: "Your anti-tracking system just saw a mecha team approaching and couldn't see clearly... Maybe it was a pirate... I don't know how many people... what? What did you say during the holiday? Oh, yes! They seem to be releasing a detection signal... I check it, this signal is..."

"Vallen Ray," Lin Jingheng followed his voice, "also called the minesweeping probe, which is commonly used by Prince Kelly's guard."
To be continued...