Chapter 53

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

　Speaking with conscience, Lin Jingheng's not very sensitive nerves could tell that these words were a bit ambiguous...but it was not impossible that "the speaker did not mean it, but the listener did it intentionally".

　Firstly, General Lin rarely chats with others. Even at this age, he has not experienced much "chatting" and "ambiguity", so he is not very good at grasping this kind of attitude; secondly, Lu Bixing is a person He was used to being familiar and overly lively. Lin Jingheng was not sure if this was the tone he spoke in.

　Because Lin Jingheng was stunned for a moment and didn't answer, leaving Lu Bixing in the air, the atmosphere suddenly became subtly awkward.

　Lu Bixing coughed dryly: "That..."

　Lin Jingheng said: "You..."

　They both spoke and shut up almost at the same time, staring at each other, which made it even more embarrassing.

　At this moment, the sound of the Self-Defense Forces gathering outside the mecha station was heard outside the window. A group of Self-Defense Forces members, regardless of age or sex, who had been trained like crazy for a day, with ferocious faces, shouted under the command of Saturday. Three shouts of "Long live the Self-Defense Forces" broke the solid air in the main control room.

　Lu Bixing reacted quickly and immediately got off the slope, forced a "haha" smile, and at the same time raised his hand and patted Lin Jingheng's hand.

　Lin Jingheng: "..."

　"You don't know that ancient legend, right? There's something special about it. People who accidentally bump into each other and talk to each other should hit each other. The one who strikes first will be lucky in wealth, and the one who gets beaten will be lucky in love." Lu Bixing said with a pun, "You're welcome to share some luck with me."

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

　"Wait." Lin Jingheng stopped him.

　Lu Bixing paused for a moment, then turned around anxiously and expectantly. He saw Lin Jingheng avoiding his gaze, lowering his head and drinking a few sips of tasteless boiled water. He seemed to think about it for a moment before continuing: "That friend of yours... is here The one who has been calling them all day."

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

　The words "heterosexual" almost blurted out, but Lu Bixing reacted and cut off the words in a thrilling manner, almost embarrassing himself. .

　"What?" Lin Jingheng raised his eyebrows at first, and then waved his hands nonchalantly, "No matter what he is - I think he probably made a mistake about the cause and effect relationship. The Silver Ten Guards did not become such because they underwent rigorous training. Elites, it's because they are elites that they can withstand more than ten hours of high-intensity training every day. He confused this point, and all the people under his command quickly ran away."

　Lu Bixing popped his head in from the door frame with a smile on his face . : "General, are you providing free off-site guidance?"

　Lin Jingheng spent a long time talking to him, making her mouth dry and irritable. She probably ran out of power at this moment, so she turned into a deaf-mute just in time.

　Lu Bixing walked without stepping on the ground. If there weren't surveillance cameras in the elevator room, he would probably be able to dance for his own entertainment.

　Exploring Lin Hexiang's emotional relationship, for Lu Bixing, was like flying out of the atmosphere of Planet Gloria and exploring space for the first time. Even though every step was verified and praised by predecessors, when he got closer in person, he still discovered "What you see on paper is ultimately shallow." Every step is thrilling.

　Occasional gains can make people excited and forgetful.

　However, the base is like a precarious bird's nest under the strong wind and rain. The soaked wings may occasionally produce a faint warmth, but the main theme is still lightning and thunder.

　When Lu Bixing tactfully conveyed Lin Jingheng's suggestion to Saturday, things did not go smoothly. Lu Bixing suddenly realized that his chicken soup might have been overcooked.

　Objectively speaking, there is nothing wrong with Lin Jingheng's words, because long-term and strict self-discipline is not a "spirit". It is a quality that is very difficult to cultivate and is inseparable from the environment, education, scientific and systematic management and self-management. It can't be achieved by shouting "Long live this thing" a few times every day.

　But Saturday neither believed in "talented elites" nor "step-by-step" - if he had believed in it, he would not have singled out dozens of people and dragged them in front of Lu Bixing.

　After listening to Saturday, he was silent for a while and asked: "Teacher Lu, what do you think we should do?"

　"I suggest not to implement 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 on your own, and those who win can choose the mecha first. It is best to encourage them at the beginning, and take your time, which is more effective than forcing them to do things. Many things cannot be accomplished overnight. "

　This time, Zhou said. Liu was silent for a longer time, and he said: "But Prince Gloria has already bombed the Egret Star. Do we still have time to take our time?

　" "It's much better when the mecha pilots can't be picked out," Lu Bixing said, "I'm trying to make a mirror anti-tracking system to further hide the coordinates of the base. If Prince Gloria comes nearby, he can first Use guerrilla warfare to stop them..."

　"Brother, stop talking. I haven't studied much, and sometimes my reactions are a little slow, but I'm not stupid either. I thought about what General Lin said to me that day when I went back. It's over, what he means is that even the Alliance troops can't do it, so let's not waste our efforts, right?" Saturday interrupted him, "I don't believe that, 'go forward, don't look back.' That's what you're telling us. My, I tell myself this once a day now, who the hell is not raised by his natural parents?"

　Lu Bixing tried to slow down his tone: "I told you to demand yourself like Bai Yin Shiwei, I mean to ask you to put yourself in the best position. To be respected as an elite member of the Silver Ten Guards, you must first learn the spirit and mentality. There is no recruitment and relocation schedule. Everything must be done step by step. Even if you are a member of the Silver Ten Guards, you have to first join the army."

　Saturday shook his head: "Maybe. I am a person with no future, I am always bitten by snakes, and I have been afraid of well ropes for ten years. I have not had a good night's sleep in so many years. I always feel that today is good for you, I am good for everyone, but tomorrow my family may be ruined. You are the first one. A person who makes me think, "Maybe I can also control my destiny."

　Lu Bixing frowned slightly, unable to refute this, because Saturday's sense of crisis was right. The current Self-Defense Force was organized by themselves on Saturday when he was away. Lu Bixing made suggestions, but it was not easy to intervene forcefully - he was ultimately a scholar and could not compete with others for the right to speak.

　Lu Bixing had no choice but to say: "But no one in the Self-Defense Forces has ever served as a soldier. Have you ever thought about it? It's unrealistic to force them to adapt to militarized management right away. Just ask yourself, can you adapt?"

　Saturday was decisive: "I can!"

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

　Lin Jingheng hit the nail on the head.

　The second day of Self-Defense Forces military training.

　The students squatted in the main control room and watched in stunned silence as Lin Jingheng used an analysis report to restore the firepower configuration of Prince Gloria's guard, and even used a computer to simulate a battle. During this period, Lu Bixing tried to seduce General Lin with a piece of low-temperature barbecue, but General Lin ignored him.

　The attendance rate of the Self-Defense Forces' morning training dropped by a quarter. Those suffering from dehydration, heatstroke, stomach flu, and those who exercised too much...the entire base's medical bay was occupied by them.

　The fifth day of self-defense force military training.

　The Zhongsan equipped with the Zhanlu mecha core was repaired and saw the light of day again. During the test flight, this mecha that should have been retired long ago was like a god and demon that blocked the sky and controlled the wind and rain. The entire mecha station was trembling under it. Everyone watched in amazement as they ascended to the sky. As it orbits the base outside the artificial atmosphere, a new star seems to grow in the sky. When seeing him off, Lu Bixing got a piece of cheese cake from nowhere. It looked very exquisite and had flower petals sprinkled on it. He tried to seduce General Lin, but General Lin turned a blind eye.

　On the same day, the attendance rate of the Self-Defense Forces dropped to less than half. When people's blood ran cold, the victory in resisting the high-energy particle flow was downgraded from "glory" to "cowhide". As for the slogan, it is as watery as saying it three times and can no longer inspire anyone.

　The seventh day of Self-Defense Forces military training.

　Some of the instruments of the anti-tracking system have been completed, Chongsan's test has been completed, and all functions are running well. Lu Bixing re-planned the mecha station to make room for Chongsan. On their return trip, Lu Bixing ran over to greet him with a bowl of hot and sour noodles that had just come out of the pot. General Lin, who was all empty-handed... was like Tang Monk who was quietly impressed by his daughter, the king, and hid for a moment unnoticeably. Just as Lu Bixing was about to pursue the victory, he happened to be caught by the one-eyed eagle. The old Persian cat came and kicked him in, turning "The Temptation on the Tip of the Tongue" into a bloody battle of words.

　At this time, dissatisfaction among the Self-Defense Forces spread like a tide. Under Saturday's tough oppression, people began to look at each other and formed new small groups.

　On the eighth day of self-defense force military training, it was 5:30 in the morning.

　The morning exercise started on time, but on Saturday there were only two or three kittens waiting outside the mecha station, and they were among the first few people who followed him.

　The entire base was silent, like a silent mockery. Only a few old people who had little sleep went out to relax, and they gathered together in small and five groups, looking here from a distance, like lingering old crows watching livestock that were about to expire.

　"Brother Saturday," I looked around during the holiday and saw that no one dared to speak, so I had to stand up against Saturday's heavy gaze, "I called, but they didn't come. They said... they said you..."

　"Say What am I saying? "

　"It's not for the good of the base that you're going to be picky and arrogant. It's useless to let them run around the mecha station like a donkey every day. It's better to ask Teacher Lu to talk about it. Talking about how to have sex with a mecha. You want to be the boss while Sister Stinky is away..." Holiday's voice became lower and lower, "They also said that Sister Stinky has hemorrhoids, so it's impossible for her to hide away from people for so long. Maybe she is. "You've tricked me."

　It's impossible that no one in the base noticed that Sister Stinky didn't show up, but everyone didn't take it seriously and even teased him about hemorrhoids - because Sister Stinky is an out-and-out villain, and she knew it. He has little prestige, and he has to manipulate others, so he is the only one who knows the route map and supply station coordinates as a retreat. The smelly eldest sister was afraid that others would follow her, so every time she went on patrol, she would sneak away alone, and then sneak back after a while. Missing for months was nothing new.

　But this time, he left as soon as he left, and the base suddenly changed. Under the encouragement of a caring person, people began to think about it.

　They did not doubt Lu Bixing and the others, because the psychological shadow brought by Lin Jingheng had not yet dissipated, and Lu Bixing was more like a savior from the outside to the base, and all he brought to the base were beautiful changes - helpless The power of challenge, and the help of Hefeng Xiaoyu, together, almost have a certain mythical color, which is beyond doubt.

　People believe that foreign monks can chant sutras, but when it comes to a lotus growing in a mud pit, they often make malicious assumptions.

　The people hiding in the base were both lucky and unfortunate. Fortunately, thanks to Sister Smelly's precautions, the base narrowly avoided the disaster and survived; unfortunately, their luck made them feel inferior and complacent, and they could not face the outside world. , they have become too lazy to get out of their inertia.

　This ragtag group of hastily assembled people only lasted for half a month, and their hearts were shattered. The combat effectiveness has not improved, but the internal fighting is gaining momentum.

　Holiday asked cautiously: "Brother Saturday, what should I do? How about... why don't you ask Teacher Lu?"

　Saturday had a sullen face and said nothing. He vowed to Lu Bixing that "he can". Within a week, I was slapped in the face by my fellow villagers, and I went to see Lu Bixing in shame. Besides, what can Lu Bixing do?

　At best, it's like training animals, hanging a little prize in front of them and fooling them into running. This was different from the Self-Defense Forces he envisioned.

　On Saturday, he gritted his teeth and looked up at the completely bright sky at the base. He could not wake up those who pretended to be asleep, nor could he cure an incurable disease. He felt the boundless hardship and loneliness.

　Holiday asked softly: "Brother Saturday, shall we still train today?"

　"Train!" Saturday gritted his teeth and said, "Why not train?"

　After saying that, he took a big step and ran out first, carrying The Self-Defense Forces with less than twenty people behind him squeezed the air out of his lungs, and he roared stubbornly: "Long live the Self-Defense Forces!"

　Lu Bixing was waiting in the mecha main control room for the students who came to study early. Damn it . Watching Saturday leading people away from the window, his eyes glanced at the date board in the corner. Lin Jingheng's deadline for him was still more than a month away.

　The principle of long-distance communication is similar to that of remote scanning. It requires enough energy, a large enough mental network, and a sufficiently accurate distribution of jump points. Lin Jingheng scanned all the jump points near the secret channel leading to the outside world, and marked each jump point They all left behind long-range communicators, so that Zhanlu's contact range could be expanded outside the domain through the jump network and scanned for communication targets. The two parties have a pre-agreed key. Once matched, the remote communication channel is established from the time the other party responds.

　Lu Bixing knew that the military surveying and mapping was completed and re-launched to the sky, which meant that Lin Jingheng could now send signals to the outside world at any time. The reason why he hasn't taken action yet is because he kept his word and kept his promise.

　Mint, who was the first to arrive, walked up behind him at some point: "Mr. Lu, I don't think these people can be saved. That so-and-so is a bit pitiful."

　Lu Bixing looked back at her with a straight face: "Which so-and-so?"

　Mint's adolescence may be a bit A tall, sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, she still looks like a man with a long head and a ribs that cannot keep up with the bones. She stood on one leg, tapping the other foot gently on the ground, swaying from side to side, chewing a piece of gum in her mouth: "No one - why are you acting like a feudal dean? You are like a feudal dean?" Then we won't help you."

　Lu Bixing wondered: "What are you helping me with?"

　"You're fooling Uncle One-Eyed Eagle," Mint said. "He asked us to notify General Lin whenever he sees you approaching, and he also said that he would make us popular in the future. "Spicy drink, Mr. Lu, does your dad have some empty-nest syndrome?"

　Lu Bixing: "..."

　"By the way, Mr. Lu, you really like General Lin? He's so scary that I don't even dare to look at him. " , you are too courageous." Little Miss Mint said, blowing bubbles with chewing gum skillfully and making a "click" sound. She asked curiously in a low voice, "Have you ever kissed him?"

　Lu Bixing almost choked on his saliva.

　"No way? Are you uncles so reserved? When I was in Beijing Star, I often went to cheap taverns with a group of people. I would chat with anyone who invited me to drink, and I would kiss someone who liked me. Try it. If you call me after kissing, say goodbye. Pay attention to efficiency." Mint said, "Uncle One-Eyed Eagle has been crazy for two sessions for so long. You haven't even kissed me, so what are you doing together? ?"

　As soon as she finished speaking, the elevator door of the main control room opened, and Lin Jingheng walked in. He had just finished his morning exercise and had just taken a shower. His face had a rare blood color, his hair was still wet, and there was a rush of hormones in his face.

　Lu Bixing's eyes fell on his lips involuntarily. His whole body felt bad. He pushed his eyes away with force. He turned to Mint in a covert manner: "Is this what an underage girl should say? Don't think you are not on the Beijing Star. , the school rules no longer exist, hand over yesterday's homework and write for the exam!"

　Lin Jingheng rarely saw him lose his temper, so she looked at him twice in surprise, and then she probably thought it was interesting how he was teaching the little girl, and her lips were not straight. Why did a smile clearly flash across his face: "Didn't you mean to test the anti-tracking system today?"

　The knowledgeable young scientist seemed to have opened a Pandora's box in his mind, and countless descriptions of kisses flashed through his mind, and he quickly modeled He cleared his throat like a dog.

　"Here, follow me." Lu Bixing said, "I originally planned to conduct ground experiments, but I just had a new idea."