Zhan Lu reminded very politely: "Principal Lu, the 'troop combat effectiveness evaluation standard' officially issued by the alliance is a percentage system. After my rough estimate, the self-defense force' evaluation result is about 5 points. There is no power to fight back in front of interstellar pirates. I think you are too optimistic about their estimates."

Lu Bixing forced a little bit of sanity and organized a human saying: "It doesn't matter, hardware is the foundation, and software can be upgraded. We all know this."

Lin Jingheng looked at the young man in front of him carefully. In terms of appearance, he still couldn't see any similarity with Lu Xin, and even his personality was not very similar. Although Lu Xin was also a terrible mess, he was actually just purely poor and not so smooth in dealing with people. His first half of his life was too smooth, and he lived a brilliant legend. Sometimes he couldn't help but be domineering, and when his temper became stronger, he would even talk a little and ignore it.

But Lu Bixing is different.

He would not sleep in the middle of the night and run around the broken base in a hurry. He came here early in the morning without mentioning what he wanted to do or the human rights supremacy that was praised. He just ran to propose a plan, which was not even contrary to Lin Jingheng's original plan. If the Self-Defense Forces' group of Zhan Wushao and Star Pirates were wiped out as soon as they met, it would not affect the overall situation. In the future, they could continue to push the base as a victim and do as originally planned.

Maybe just asking for a little extra time grace.

How did he grow up like this?

Lin Jingheng couldn't help but think: "It must be that old Persian cat who knows how to spend time and drink, and he didn't take good care of him when he was a child."

Lu Bixing's mind was already jumping with a little flame of random thoughts. Lin Jingheng's long gaze was a bit life-threatening. He quickly glanced around, hoping to find something reflective and observe whether his angle was handsome enough.

However, in Lin Jingheng's eyes, his movements and expressions seemed to be more cautious and restless, fearing that he would cause trouble for others.

"I also said that I wanted to rebuild a Xinghai Academy for him." Lin Jingheng thought.

He pondered for a moment and made a concession: "The information on the waterway in Spencer's hand is too rough, and there will be problems when fighting is not accurate enough. I need to explore the underground waterway, draw a military map, and confirm the location and situation of the two secret warehouses at the same time, and start transferring some materials and arms. In addition, the base structure of the communication network to repair the damaged Chongsan - it will take about three months. After three months, the external communication network will be launched to search for Baiyinjiu. Once Baiyinjiu responds and the communication is established, Prince Kelly of the Eighth Galaxy may immediately notice. Do you think this time is enough?"

Lu Bixing - because he was still in a state of crash, he realized half a beat before he could react and raised his head suddenly.

"I have given you the authority to manage the base - there is no way to do it if there is not enough time. The war changes rapidly, and no one knows what will happen in the next second, so there can be no more." Lin Jingheng is a person who will not compromise, so he will be particularly unskilled in his business. He coughed dryly, pretended to be nothing, looked down at Lu Bixing's complicated design drawing, waved his hand to Lu Bixing, trying to send him away.

At this time, Lu Bixing grabbed his hand and then quickly let go. The contact time of the palm of his hand was very delicate - he said that he could grab it and patted the palm of his hand, but the former was a hooligan, while the latter was a "naive and friendly celebration." Lu Bixing, with the accuracy of a scientist, just stuck between the two, almost causing chaos to Zhanlu's human-computer interaction recognition function.

Lin Jingheng stiffened for a moment. He was not used to getting too close to people. The unexpected physical contact would make him feel a little uncomfortable, but because he didn't want to seem difficult to get along with, he had to pretend that nothing happened.

According to incomplete statistics, for one hundred love stories, ninety protagonists will have "allergic reactions" to their lover's casual contact, and when they come back to their senses, they will try every means to hide their sensitivity. Lu Bixing finished the experiment and thought that he could almost draw a conclusion, and Lin had that meaning.

"What should I do?" He was silent and turned around and went out without hesitation. He felt his back three inches tall out of thin air, walking out handsomely and handsomely as if walking on a platform.

"Are you that happy?" Lin Jingheng looked at his back, and was a little puzzled, "I won't be able to walk well even if I walk, as if there is a big tail behind my butt."

Zhan Lu reminded him: "Sir, I think what will happen in three months. You did not give detailed explanations and risk warnings to Principal Lu."

"He knows," Lin Jingheng sighed, reached out to enlarge the design drawings and covered the table. "I don't know if it's smart or stupid. If the rotten wood cannot be carved, do you force a pig into the starship mean that it will fly? Why don't you understand?"

Zhan Lu thought for a while and asked again: "Sir, on the way back, you told Miss Huang that the Silver Fortress has no rigid requirements for mental power - do you think emptiary cerebral disease is nothing, or is it just out of social etiquette?"

Lin Jingheng shrugged: "Who knows?"

After all, no one has ever seen vitiligo cerebral disease in the Alliance troops, nor have they seen mental retardants, waste and anxiety disorders.

The Union Declaration of Freedom says that the soul is born noble and everyone is free and equal.

The great alliance is always right - natural human rights and supreme. How can people be divided into high and low because of secular prejudice?

Humans only divide "useful" and "useless".

The cool mechanical sound of artificial intelligence sounded: "Okay, it's just social etiquette, modify the notes."

"But his concept of mirror image is quite interesting," Lin Jingheng said carelessly. "For the sake of concealment, some sections of the underground channel are often deliberately struggling to get edges near asteroids and gravitational sources. In this natural environment, 'guerrilla' is not impossible to achieve. Star pirates will set up multi-layer advance teams, and we will also, just so, this fancy self-defense force can be used to test the reaction speed of Prince Kelly's guards. Zhanlu, I need you to collect all the information of Prince Kelly's family for me, and do a behavioral pattern analysis in advance..."

Reality is cold, and people who can remain unmoved in this kind of coldness need to be more cruel than reality.

Lu Bixing walked out of the Self-Defense Force building, and many people who were not acquainted and didn't know each other passed by, and they greeted him enthusiastically.

The idle children chased and fought by, playing "Self-Defense Forces to catch pirates". One person pretended to be a member of the Self-Defense Forces and caught six "pirates". The little "Self-Defense Forces" ran out of breath, and was bullied by his companions. He stood on the street and cried with a "scream".

Several real Self-Defense Force members walked by with arms around, smelling alcohol all over their bodies, talking loudly about the strange "illness" of the stinky sister. Within half a minute, a rude rumor automatically generated and began to spread everywhere - they said Spencer must have hemorrhoids.

The big screen in the square was repaired the day before, and the next day, the third-level film started to be broadcasted. The effect was extremely ecstatic. The old man Kuoya, who had gathered to fight the day before, threw an apple at Lu Bixing from afar, and asked in a loud voice: "Expert, when are you planning to repair the sound? I think this matter is so urgent!"

Lu Bixing wiped the peel and shouted back: "Grandpa, if you have three months left in your life, what are you going to live?"

The old man Huoya smiled and replied: "Don't eat - wait - die!"

Lu Bixing nipped the apple silently and thought to himself: But you really have only three months left.

After a pair of apples was gnawed, Lu Bixing came up with a strategy. He wiped his mouth and said, "The public multimedia charges are very expensive, be careful of the base being overloaded."

After saying that, he used the management authority he had just obtained from Lin Jingheng to secretly cut off civilian electricity.

In an instant, except for the administrative building, all the lights disappeared in response to the sound. The dogs, men and women on the big screen disappeared in the air like a mirage, and the entire base let out a sigh "fuck".

"What am I talking about?" Lu Bixing pretended to wave his hand to the people around him, "The base doesn't have so much energy now for you to squander it. Watch the movie for three minutes and the power outage will be all day long. This time I feel good. Besides, the man only has a piece of abdominal muscles. What's the good thing about it? Hurry up and go whatever you should do."

"Three minutes" obviously shocked everyone.

The old man Huoya hurriedly caught up: "You let everyone watch this kind of movie for three minutes, is it something that people do?"

Lu Bixing said helplessly: "The infrastructure construction of your base is at this level. What can I do?"

He was soon surrounded by a bunch of people.

"Aren't you an expert?"

"Dissolve it now!"

"Didn't you say yesterday that you want to break out of the eighth galaxy and flatten the entire universe?"

"Okay OK, I'll think of a solution. There are not enough maintenance robots in your base. Are there any mechanics?"

No one responded.

"Okay," Lu Bixing waved his hand, "those line workers, those who have dealt with robots, those who have done maintenance on merchant ships... Those who have repaired water pipes and sewers, come with me."

The residents who had just finished talking about eating and waiting for death heard that they were all moved and all those who had repaired small appliances followed him, as if a group of donkeys with carrots tied in front of their noses. The donkeys were anxious and enthusiastic. After only half a day, they took the initiative to cooperate with Lu Bixing, registered their own skills, and obtained their own division of labor.

The education of the Eighth Galaxy itself is no longer decent, and these interstellar tramps are even more amazing. Many older people don’t even recognize words, and no one can understand the energy system transformation plan that Lu must-have.

Lu Bixing was speechless and found that communication was more difficult than training dogs, so he had to give up and re-divided the labor force of the base into several groups. The limited robots became group leaders, responsible for leading these human idiots to work.

The four students also got their first homework in their lives. Lu Bixing asked them to estimate the energy consumption value of the entire base before dark, and use it the next day, otherwise they would have to stop work and recalculate it.

After the family was destroyed, they were together day and night. The students were used to listening to him and using him as their backbone. When they received the instructions, they immediately calculated the numbers. After calculating the numbers, they found that the four people had four different orders of magnitude and did not even touch the edges.

"Hey, if you don't have it, go and ask Mr. Lu, where are others?" White asked.

"I'm busy modifying the robot repair program, I don't know where I've been." Mint dragged his cheeks and looked at the messy data dizzyly. "It's getting dark soon... I'm so skillful assembling illegal weapons. Can't you let me do something I can?"

Huang Jingshu irritably patted her personal terminal back on her wrist and stood up: "I can't calculate it. He has never taught me. I'll hand in my homework tomorrow. I love anyone, I'll go to bed."

Regarding this suggestion, the cockfighter agreed and stood up.

At this time, White glanced around and whispered to them: "Wait, do you know General Lin only gave it to him for three months?"

The other three people were puzzled: "What three months?"

"Mr. Lu secretly told me in the morning," White lowered his voice. "The Alliance's Silver Legion is nearby. In three months, it will transfer supplies and use the people on the base and the base as bait to attract Prince Kelly. Mr. Lu said that if the base is still as vulnerable as it is now, then it can only be used as cannon fodder. These people are either thieves, robbers or smugglers. General Lin will definitely not care about their life or death... Don't tell others, otherwise they will have to riot and have not been released."

The four students looked at each other for a long time.

The cockfighting said: "It is not necessarily a cannon fodder as a bait..."

"It's dead as a bait." Huang Jingshu sat back again, "Did you forget Beijing β-star?"

After a word of her, everyone was speechless.

Everyone wants to forget Beijing β star, but the tragic memory is hard to erase no matter what.

"Mr. Lu said that if you want to survive, you must have the minimum defense ability, the combat ability that cannot be beaten, and the system that hides your coordinates. Base infrastructure and energy supply are the foundations, and you must complete them as soon as possible." White said quickly, "Then it depends on your life."

At this time, a middle-aged woman who runs a small restaurant came over at the base. Everyone called her "Fat Sister". White and his classmates who suddenly knew the big secret looked at each other and shut up with great worries.

Fat Sister was carrying a dozen lunch boxes in her hand, which were half a foot high, and placed them heavily in front of several students, cursing and saying, "Your bastard teachers are really not a thing. She brought a bunch of hooligans to do whatever she wanted, and asked you little things to interfere with them, have some midnight snacks, and go to bed quickly after eating."

Fat Sister’s midnight snack was as rough as she herself. She probably treated them as children and specially pinched the buns into the shapes of chickens and rabbits. The "chicken" and "little rabbits" had thin skin and stuffed fillings, each of which was half a football. They were covered with ferocious faces in the lunch box, which was enough to cure houses and ward off evil spirits, and they entered the stomachs of several students with righteousness.

"Check the personal terminal, Mr. Lu has given a reference book." As soon as the fat sister left, Mint opened her mouth. Her index fingers pressed together and rubbed her nose a few times, as if she wanted to rub off her red eyes. "I remember there is a book that specializes in energy and energy utilization, so I don't believe it. I can't calculate a homework question?"

This is the first time that students at Xinghai College have learned to read books on their own initiative and search for what they need. It is like the ancient Homo sapiens descending from a tree and starting to walk upright towards human society. It is a great milestone - unfortunately, the result is not satisfactory.

The reference books were not friendly. As soon as the difficult nouns and arrogant mathematical tools appeared, the four students knelt down together. The four cobblers could not stand Zhuge Liang. They studied all night but were still at a loss.

For carefree sleep, time is precious, and for those who are dead on the next day, time is cruel.

The energy tower of the base fell and rose again. The scenery at the beginning of the sun was very special - there was no trace of fish belly in the sky, and the night sky began to fade from the direction of the energy tower rising. Immediately afterwards, the sky was like a piece of cloth stained with ink, and the azure blue mist stretched to all directions, and took up all the views in a few minutes.

It's dawn.

Lu Bixing took a nap in the workshop and was alarmed by the noise. He rubbed his eyes and raised his head. He saw that the mecha group that was overturned by Lin Jingheng that day was salvaged back bit by bit.

The disheveled drivers rolled down from the mecha—nothing was injured, and they would die at any time when masters fought. For Lin Jingheng, these people could only be considered small fences blocking the road, and they would just push them down at will. They would still have to be fully tailed when they got up. However, despite this, the brutal space battle still brought irreparable psychological trauma to this group of self-defense members, and there was a lot of crying outside.

The excitement of the crowd quickly turned the messy cry into a unified slogan.

Lu Bixing walked to the window and heard them calling Spencer in an orderly manner: "Stir! Bastard! I'm going to be discharged from the army!"

The young scientist opened the curtains and sighed.
Chapter completed!