Lin Jingheng couldn't figure out what the routine was.

Touching his conscience, Lin Jingheng's insensitive nerve could hear this a bit ambiguous... But it is not without the possibility that "the speaker is unintentional, the listener is intentional."

First, General Lin rarely talks with people. Even when he is at this age, he has never experienced "sex" and "ambiguity" much, and is not very sure of this degree. Secondly, Lu Bixing is a habitual and too lively person, and Lin Jingheng is not sure whether he speaks in this tone.

Because Lin Jingheng was stunned for a moment and did not respond, he left Lu Bixing in the air, and the atmosphere suddenly became subtly awkward.

Lu Bixing coughed dryly: "That..."

Lin Jingheng: "You..."

They both spoke almost at the same time, shut up at the same time, staring at the big eyes, making them even more embarrassed.

At this moment, a sound from the guard gathering outside the mecha station was heard outside the window. A group of self-defense members who had been practicing for a day, regardless of men, women, old and young, had a hideous face. Under Saturday's command, he shouted three times, "Long live the Self-Defense Force", and knocked through the frozen air in the main control room at the top of his lungs.

Lu Bixing reacted quickly and immediately went downstairs, forcibly laughing, and raised his hand to slap Lin Jingheng's hand.

Lin Jingheng: “…”

"You don't know that kind of ancient legend, right? This is a matter of particularity. People who accidentally bump into each other and fight each other. Those who get beaten will have good luck," Lu Bixing said in a pun, "You don't have to thank you for your kind luck."

After saying this, Lu Bixing didn't dare to look at his expression anymore, jumped up and turned around and ran away - as if he would be held down by a big gangster if he ran slowly.

"Wait." Lin Jingheng called him.

Lu Bixing paused, turned around anxiously and somewhat expectantly, and saw Lin Jingheng avoiding his sight, lowered his head and drank a few sips of boiled water, and seemed to think for a moment before continuing: "Your friend... was outside and called the one who had been calling for a day."

"Saturday?" Lu Bixing blurted out, "He is..."

The three words "heterosexual" almost blurted out. Lu Bixing reacted and bit off his words in a thrilling manner, almost embarrassing.

"What?" Lin Jingheng first raised his eyebrows, then waved his hand without much care, "No matter what he is - I think he had probably made a mistake in a causal relationship. The Ten Silver Guards did not become elites because they had undergone rigorous training, but because they were elites, so they could withstand more than ten hours of high-intensity training every day. He confused this, and the number of people under his command soon ran away."

Lu Bixing smiled and leaned in from the door frame: "General, are you free off-site guidance?"

Lin Jingheng and him had been useless for a long time, and they were dry and irritable. They probably had no electricity, so they turned into a deaf and mute just right.

Lu Bixing walked away without stepping on the ground. If it weren't for the surveillance in the elevator, he would probably be able to dance with entertainment.

Exploring the relationship between Lin and the unknown is just like Lu Bixing’s first flight out of the atmosphere of Caleb and exploring space. Even if every step is verified and praised by his predecessors, when he approached himself, he still found that “it is always shallow on paper” and every step is thrilling.

Occasionally gain something can make people extremely excited and forget it.

However, the base is like a bird's nest in a precarious situation under the storm. The soaked wings may rub out a faint temperature, but the main theme is still lightning and thunder.

When Lu Bixing tactfully told Lin Jingheng about his suggestion to Zhou Saturday, it was unexpectedly not very smooth. Lu Bixing suddenly realized that his chicken soup might have been overcooked.

Objectively speaking, Lin Jingheng's words are nothing wrong, because for a long time, strict self-discipline is not a "spirit". It is a quality that is difficult to cultivate. It is closely related to the environment, education, scientific and systematic management and self-management. It cannot be transformed by shouting a few words every day, "Long live the things" it is.

But Saturday neither believed in "talent elites" nor "step by step" - if he believed, he would not have challenged dozens of people alone and pulled them in front of Lu Bixing.

After listening to it on Saturday, I was silent for a while and asked, "Teacher Lu, what do you think you should do?"

"I suggest not performing standardized military training first," Lu Bixing said. "For example, you can divide the Self-Defense Force into several groups and let everyone prepare for the triathlon competition by themselves. Those who win can choose the mecha first. It is best to focus on encouragement at the beginning. Take your time, which is better than forcing them to do things. Many things cannot be achieved overnight."

This time, Saturday was silent for a longer time, he said: "But Prince Kelly has blown up the Egret Star. Do we still have time to take our time?"

"There's nothing to do. We are now in this condition. It's much better than when even a mecha driver can't be picked out," Lu Bixing said. "I'm trying to find a way to build a mirrored anti-tracking system to further hide the coordinates of the base. If Prince Kelly comes here, he can use guerrilla warfare to block them first..."

"Brother, stop talking. I haven't read any books. Sometimes I react a little slower, but I'm not stupid. I went back and thought about what General Lin said to me that day. I thought about it again. He meant that the Alliance army was not good enough. Let's not waste our efforts, right?" interrupted him on Saturday. "I don't believe it, 'Go forward, don't look back'. This is what you told me. I tell myself this every day now. Who is the mother who is not raised by her parents innately?"

Lu Bixing tried to slow down his tone: "I told you to ask yourself like the Silver Ten Guards, which means that you should regard yourself as the elite of the Silver Ten Guards, learn the spirit and mentality first, and don't say that you should move the schedule. Everything must be progressive step by step. Even the Silver Ten Guards must have a period of just enlistment."

Saturday shook his head: "Maybe I am a man who has no prospects. I am always bitten by a snake. I have been afraid of the ropes for ten years. I have not slept soundly for so many years. I always feel that you are good today and everyone is happy. I may die tomorrow. You are the first person who makes me feel that 'maybe I can also grasp my destiny'."

Lu Bixing frowned slightly and could not refute this because Saturday's sense of crisis was right. At the moment, this Self-Defense Force was organized by them on Saturday. Lu Bixing made suggestions, but it was not easy to intervene in force - he was a scholar in the final analysis and could not do anything to compete with others for the right to speak.

Lu Bixing had no choice but to say: "But no one in the Self-Defense Force has ever been a soldier. Have you ever thought about it? Force them to adapt to militarized management immediately. This is not realistic. Just say that you are, can you adapt?"

Saturday was determined: "I can!"

Unfortunately, the "Shi Yan Spirit" in the ancient Eastern legend seems to be just a mythical story from the small island on earth.

Lin Jingheng hit it all.

The second day of the military training of the Self-Defense Forces.

The students squatted in the main control room and watched Lin Jingheng use an analysis report to restore the firepower configuration of Prince Kelly's guards, and even simulated a battle with a computer. During this period, Lu Bixing attempted to tempt General Lin with a piece of low-temperature barbecue, but General Lin ignored it.

The attendance rate of the Self-Defense Force in the morning exercise was one-quarter less, including dehydration, heatstroke, gastrointestinal colds, and excessive exercise... The entire base's medical cabin was filled with them.

The fifth day of the military training of the Self-Defense Forces.

The three-year repair of the Zhanlu mecha core was completed and the sun was seen again. During the test flight, this mecha that should have been retired was like a god and demon that covered the sky and called the wind and rain. The entire mecha station was trembling under it, and everyone watched it in amazement. When it was revolving around the base outside the artificial atmosphere, a new star seemed to grow in the sky. When it was farewell, Lu Bixing didn't know where to get a cheese cake, which was very delicate and had petals sprinkled on it, trying to seduce General Lin, but General Lin ignored it.

On the same day, the attendance rate of the Self-Defense Force dropped below half. When people's blood cooled down, the victory of resisting the flow of high-energy particles was reduced from "glory" to "cowhide". As for the slogan, it was said as light as water three times, and it could no longer inspire anyone.

The seventh day of the military training of the Self-Defense Forces.

Some of the instruments of the anti-tracking system have been completed, and the Chongqing 3 test has been completed, and all functions are in good condition. Lu Bixing re-planned the mecha station to make room for Chong San. When Chong San returned, Lu Bixing brought a bowl of hot and sour noodles that had just been cooked to greet him. General Lin, who was empty in all four... Just like Tang Monk who was quietly moved by his daughter King, hid for a while. Lu Bixing was about to pursue the victory, but happened to be caught by a one-eyed eagle. The old Persian cat ran over and inserted it, adapting the "temptation on the tip of the tongue" into a bloody verbal battle.

At this time, the tide of dissatisfaction in the Self-Defense Force spread like a tide. Under the tough pressure on Saturday, people began to look back and forth and gather new small groups.

On the eighth day of the military training of the Self-Defense Force, at 5:30 in the morning.

Morning exercises started on time, but on Saturday, there were only two or three kittens waiting outside the mecha station, and they were all the small group of people who followed him first.

The entire base was quiet, like a silent mockery. Only a few elderly people with little sleep went out to let the house go out, gathered together in groups, looking at this place from afar, like old crows who were breathing on their way to death.

"Brother Zhou Liu," he looked around during the holiday. Seeing that no one dared to speak, he had to stand up with Zhou Liu's heavy gaze, "I called, they didn't come, they said... say you..."

"What did you say to me?"

"You can say that you can 'pick the tips and play tricks'. It's not for the base's good. Every day, they jump around the mecha like a donkey pulling a mill. It's useless. Why not ask Teacher Lu to tell me how to shoot mechas. You want to be the boss by yourself while Sister Sauce is away..." The sound of the holiday is getting lower and lower, "They also said that Sister Sauce has hemorrhoids and cannot hide for so long without seeing anyone. Maybe you will be the one who is attacked by you."

Sister Snow has not shown up for a few days, and no one in the base can notice it, but no one is in mind, and he even teased him about hemorrhoids. Because Sister Snow is an absolute villain, she also knows that she has no prestige and has to control others, so he only knows the map of the channel and the coordinates of the supply station for the retreat. Sister Snow is afraid that others will follow him. Every time she goes to patrol, she will walk alone, and after a while, she will come back sneakily and disappear for a few months. It is not new.

But this time, he left and the base changed faintly. People began to associate with each other under the instigation of those who are interested.

They did not doubt Lu Bixing and others, because the psychological shadow brought by Lin Jingheng has not yet dispersed, and Lu Bixing is more like a savior coming from the sky for the base, bringing all the wonderful changes to the base - the power that cannot be challenged, and the help of the gentle breeze and drizzle, combined with it, almost brings a certain mythical color, and there is no doubt.

People believe that foreign monks can recite scriptures, but they are often full of malicious speculations about the lotus growing in a mud pit.

The people hiding in the base are lucky and unfortunate. Fortunately, due to the stinky sister's preparations, the base has escaped the disaster and survived; unfortunately, luckily made them both inferior and complacent, and could not face the outside world. They were already lazy to get out of their inertia.

This group of rush-gathering mobs, after only half a month of persistence, people's hearts were disintegrating. The combat effectiveness did not improve, and the internal struggles grew gratifyingly.

During the holiday, I asked carefully: "Brother Zhou Liu, what should I do? Or...why go and ask Teacher Lu?"

Zhou Liu was calm and said nothing. He swears to Lu Bixing that he could. In less than a week, he was slapped in the face by his fellow villagers and went to see Lu Bixing in shame. Besides, what would Lu Bixing do?

At best, it is like training animals, hanging a little colored head in front and fooling them to run with it. This is different from the Self-Defense Force he imagined.

Zhou Jie gritted his teeth and looked up at the sky where the base was completely lit. He couldn't wake up the people who pretended to be asleep and could not cure the incurable disease. He experienced endless difficulties and loneliness.

During the holiday, he asked softly: "Brother Zhou Liu, then are we still practicing today?"

"Train!" Zhou Jie said gritting his teeth, "Why not train?"

After saying that, he took a big step and ran out first. With the Self-Defense Force, which had less than twenty people behind him, he squeezed the air in his lungs out with force. He roared stubbornly: "Long live the Self-Defense Force!"

Lu Bixing was waiting for the students who came to read in the mecha main control room, leaning against the window and watching Zhou Saturday take people away. His eyes swept across the date sign in the corner of the wall. The death line Lin Jingheng gave him was still more than a month.

The principle of remote communication is similar to remote scanning. It requires sufficient energy, a large enough spiritual network, and a precise enough transition point distribution. Lin Jingheng scans all transition points near the secret channel leading to the outside world, leaving a remote communicator on each transition point, so that Zhanlu's contact range can be expanded to the outside world through the transition network and scans the communication target. The two parties have a prior agreed key. Once matched, this remote communication channel will be established from the other party's response.

Lu Bixing knew that the completion of military surveying and mapping and the three-day trip to heaven meant that Lin Jingheng could send signals to the outside world at any time. The reason why he had not taken action was that he just kept his promises.

Mint, who arrived the earliest, walked behind him at some point: "Mr. Lu, I see that these people have nothing to save, who is a little pitiful."

Lu Bixing looked back at her with a stern face: "Who is who?"

Mint's adolescence may be a bit long. The girl of sixteen or seventeen years old still looks like a rib with a crazy head that cannot keep up with bones. She stood with one leg and gently placed her other foot on the ground. She stood still without standing and shook her left and right, and was still chewing a piece of chewing gum in her mouth: "No one - why are you like a feudal director? If this happens, we won't help you."

Lu Bixing wondered: "What have you helped me?"

"Focus on the one-eyed Eagle Uncle," said Mint. "He told us to let General Lin approach you and notify him at any time. He also said that we will bring us delicious food and drink spicy food in the future. Mr. Lu, does your dad have empty-nest elderly syndrome?"

Lu must-win: "…"

"After that being said, Mr. Lu, do you really like General Lin? It's so scary, I don't dare to look at him directly. You are too brave." The little nanny Mint said, while blotting a bubble with chewing gum with superb skills. She bit her "kick" and asked in a low voice. "Have you kissed him?"

Lu Bixing almost choked on his saliva Xingzi.

"No way? Are you uncles so subtle? When I was in Beijing Star, I often went to cheap taverns with a bunch of people. I would chat with anyone who invited me to drink. I would try kissing you if you like it. After the kiss, I would call you. I would like to say goodbye. I would pay attention to efficiency." Mint said, "For such a long time, Uncle One-Eyed Eagle has been crazy for two sessions. You have never even kissed you. So what are you doing together?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the elevator door of the main control room opened and Lin Jingheng happened to walk in. He finished his morning exercise and had just taken a shower. His face was covered with a rare blood color and his hair was wet, which brought a wave of hormones to his face.

Lu Bixing's eyes fell on his lips involuntarily, and he was not very good. He pulled his eyes down hard, and he turned to Mint with an overwhelming look: "Are you what a minor girl should say? Don't think that if you are not on Beijing Star, the school rules will no longer exist. Hand over yesterday's homework and write a check!"

Lin Jingheng rarely saw him lose his temper, so he looked at him in surprise. Then he might think that he was very interesting in teaching the little girl a lesson, and a smile flashed across the corner of his mouth: "Didn't it mean that he tried the anti-tracking system today?"

The young scientist who was knowledgeable and knowledgeable seemed to have opened Pandora's box in his mind. In an instant, countless descriptions of kisses passed by, and quickly cleared his throat like a slut.

"Come with me here." Lu Bixing said, "I was planning to experiment on the ground, and I just had a new idea."
Chapter completed!