Chapter 29

The real-time navigation map of the mecha "Beijing" showed a blank. At this time, the channel they passed was an underground channel that was not on the map. It was opened up by countless smugglers traveling through the eighth galaxy. This This means that there is no safety guarantee on this waterway.

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

　Generally speaking, only heavy mechas like Zhanlu have their own names and numbers. This kind of small mecha with the same model can only be regarded as a small flying insect in the vast universe. Without artificial intelligence, of course there is no A name is required. Lu Bixing insisted on calling it "Beijing", as if he was using this last mecha on Beijing's β planet to commemorate the place where they could not return.

　Huang Jingshu knelt and sat in the corner of the training room. She opened a small palm-sized window on the bulkhead. She looked out through the small window. There was still darkness outside, and she could not see anything. There was no light everywhere. There are no fellow travelers, and no celestial bodies can be seen - in interstellar travel, gravity is sometimes fatal, and the route must avoid the orbit of large celestial bodies.

　Only very occasionally, the mecha will crash into some space dust. The tiny dust floats and rotates, reflecting the light of distant stars. From a distance, it looks like a veil with a faint halo, as thin as a cicada. Like wings.

　They have been walking on the underground channel for nearly a month, and have experienced several non-emergency jumps during this period. Huang Jingshu has gradually been able to tolerate the feeling that her internal organs are about to be squeezed out.

　In addition, the environment around the mecha has always been like this, neither exciting nor thrilling. It makes people feel that this kind of boundless loneliness is the norm.

　Whether it's the war between the Alliance and the interstellar pirates, the crazy Prince Gloria, or the ruined homeland... it all seems to be just a bizarre dream.

　These backward students from backward areas have not acquired 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 miniature mental network is installed. They have been training for a month, but no one has been able to successfully access it.

　White is a weakling. Whether it is physical ability or resistance to weightlessness, he is at the bottom among all his classmates. So far, he can be beaten directly by the simulated mecha.

　The stupid big guy of Fighting Cock is actually very good in body and eats delicious food, but his intelligence is really not very impressive. He lacks a minimum basic education level and is basically semi-illiterate. Not to mention teaching him any sophisticated technology, it is difficult for him to read the manual of a small home appliance, and he is also accompanied by behavioral disorders such as attention and violent tendencies.

　If the above two people have problems, but they can be solved slowly, Mint's situation is not that simple.

　She has a certain degree of dark phobia. She never lived alone in the orphanage or the girls' dormitory before, so her symptoms were not obvious. However, once connected to the spiritual network, her senses will be shared with the mecha senses in the universe. Just like normal people will focus most of their attention on the external environment and will not pay attention to their own heartbeat and breathing unless they deliberately do so, people who have just connected to the mecha mental network will also be surrounded by a large amount of information outside the body - -The dark cosmic environment brought huge mental pressure to her. Within five seconds of connecting to the mental network, she started screaming and crying, covered in cold sweat, and her cardiopulmonary function was so disordered that she almost needed drug intervention.

　As for her, Huang Jingshu - empty brain syndrome means empty brain syndrome. So far, her matching degree with the mental network has not reached 30% for unknown reasons. There was

　a soft ring of the ring, and someone opened a can of beer next to her. The smell drifted 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 old inventory. I guess his subordinates put it away casually. They didn't know he didn't like to drink this. I think it's almost expired."

　Huang Jingshu said half-heartedly: "No one drinks it and it's almost expired. You are still so stingy, so you can't give me one alone. A can?"

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

　Huang Jingshu quickly took the paper cup away.

　After she was almost drunk, Lu Bixing finally broke the silence: "Your homework yesterday had a high error rate, and there were traces of plagiarism in the essay questions. The whole job was very perfunctory. This has never happened before. Why?"

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

　"I won't give students a list of expansion books that I haven't read. You guys are ignorant and have no habit of taking the initiative to read." Lu Bixing leaned against the side of the training room. On the wall, the posture was very relaxed, but did not look carefree, "So I know which book you copied, which paragraph, what is new?"

　Huang Jingshu, who was not afraid of boiling water, lowered her head: "Oh, Then you can deduct points from me."

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

　Huang Jingshu drank the remaining beer in the paper cup in one gulp, and the little girl licked her lips in style: "Mr. Lu, some things cannot be achieved without hard work. People are different - some people are born With missing arms and legs, some people are destined to achieve nothing and be eliminated. I... several of us are like this. We are substandard products when we "leave the factory". Sorry, Mr. Lu, teaching us how to operate a mecha is better than training a hamster. Is it difficult to get through the fire ring?"

　Lu Bixing was noncommittal: "There is no ornamental value for a hamster to get through the fire ring."

　"But now that the war has begun, it will be difficult for people who can't operate mechas to survive in space in the future, right? We don't know what will happen. We can't be useless and rely on others all our lives." Huang Jingshu said calmly, "Mecha operation requires strong physical and mental qualities. You must be smart enough and have no genetic defects. Don't you think so? Is this also a natural selection - eliminating those with defects and only retaining the correct ones? "

　"Well," Lu Bixing raised his eyebrows in surprise, "The teacher is a little surprised to hear you say that."

　Huang Jingshu curled her lips: "'It's not that you are not talented enough, you just don't work hard enough, and you need to pay attention to your learning methods' - do you want to say that? Mr. Lu, your teacher's lines haven't changed for hundreds of thousands of years, right?"

　"No, What I want to say is that I always thought that only relatively introverted young people would think about life and society. I didn't expect that your hobby would be to fight in groups with beer bottles." Lu Bixing said, "It turns out that this kind of inquiry is when humans enter adolescence. One of the common instincts of the future. I can't tell that you are still an old and simple "social Darwinist" who advocates survival of the fittest."

　Huang Jingshu: "..."

　Although I didn't understand it, I still didn't think it was a good thing.

　"The evolution of human society and species is a process that is too long and too complex. When you rely on your own life experience of more than ten years to observe and judge it, it is like watching a leopard through a tube." Lu Bixing said unhurriedly, "I told you on the first day of school that the world is changing so fast that it may be completely different every ten years. Can you accurately predict what the next ten years will be like? You will have hundreds of millions of dollars in your lifetime. "Years, 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 was speechless.

　Lu Bixing took a slow sip of beer and said, "Little girl - according to my understanding, there is no evidence that you can't feel the mental network due to empty brain syndrome. You are lacking in talent. You can choose other options after you fully understand yourself and the mecha." The direction of development is not to start a little slower than others and run away. If you have a chance, you can ask General Lin. Even in the Silver Fortress, not everyone is as strong as him."

　Before he finished speaking, he heard Lin Jingheng's reply from the training room's broadcast: "Of course not. Except for front-line combatants, Silver Fortress has no strict requirements for mental strength."

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

　Didn't it say that underground waterways are full of dangers? Why did the driver have the leisure to overhear him educating the little girl?

　Lu Bixing had the illusion for a moment that Lin's gray eyes were everywhere, paying attention to him all the time. The beer he just drank seemed to be mixed with a few kilograms of chicken feathers. His throat was dry and itchy. He quickly cleared it and changed his stance: "Didn't you say that we were about to approach the supply station of the underground channel?"

　Lin Jingheng: "According to this Your map, the voyage is about a day or two away. "

　The training room is very well sealed... It's great. If the door is closed, there will be a slight echo inside, and the sound on the radio seems to be close to people's ears.

　Lu Bixing was slightly excited, opened 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 position. There is a huge underground channel route map on the bottom, a three-dimensional picture.

　Interstellar shipping lanes are not like highways on the ground. They cannot stand still. The route map is also rotating and changing regularly. The densely packed coordinates are dazzling and complicated enough to make the Fighting Cocks cry.

　Lin Jingheng was in the waterway map, and the small bright spots that kept rotating crossed his clothes and sometimes illuminated his face. Looking from a distance, it actually had a dreamy effect. Lu Bixing found that this man was dressed lazily and casually, but his casual demeanor brought out the uprightness and uprightness of many soldiers, mixing it with some extremely contradictory temperament. His irises are gray, and his original hair color is not particularly dark. If you look carefully under the light, it is a little lighter. Each of his facial features can be savored for a long time if taken apart individually. But when combined together, it makes people dare not take a closer look. , only remember a cold face.

　Lu Bixing had known him for more than five years, and for the first time he realized that he had not read enough.

　"General," Lu Bixing skillfully made a suave pose and leaned against the railing. "When you were in Silver Fortress, how many letters of confession did you receive every year?"

　Lin Jingheng was stunned for a moment, seeming a little stunned.

　Next to him, Zhan Lu interjected: "The general's mailbox has a filtering function and does not accept emails from unknown sources. However, in the public mailbox of Silver Fortress, there are hundreds of thousands of emails written to you every day, especially since you publicly refused After Miss Yevgenia."

　Lin Jingheng: "Why don't I know?"

　"There is no important information. The chief of guards and the secretary will handle it for you after screening," Zhan Lu replied in a serious manner, as if broadcasting a news broadcast, "According to statistics, About half of the emails are scolding you for hurting the goddess's feelings, and the other half are passionate confessions, claiming that "no matter you are an impotent violent maniac or a perverted sexual frigidity, they will always love your face." "

　Lin Jingheng: "..."

　"Yes, some are very impolite," Zhan Lu said rationally, "but statistics show that people are indeed more likely to make impolite and uncivilized comments when facing public figures. "The remarks do not mean that the social atmosphere is bad."

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

　The artificial intelligence faithfully executed the order and became mute.

　Lu Bixing interjected out of nowhere: "Why are you so fierce and handsome?"

　Lin Jingheng waved his hand and scolded him in a neither angry nor severe tone: "That's nonsense, have you got nothing to do?" "I have nothing to do and go check the weapons and equipment."

　Lu Bixing licked his dry lips, flattened the empty beer can, stuffed it into the mecha's garbage disposal, and went there obediently, feeling guilty for what he just said. The words sounded like a tease.

　"This way he won't be angry." Lu Bixing was like an experimenter full of exploratory spirit. He secretly made a note, as if he had completed a small adventure. He felt a little excited for no reason and went to work happily. .

　Half an hour later, the mecha Beijing suddenly detected a communication signal - there was someone nearby, and they had touched the edge of this underground world!