"Mr. Lu," White put a dozen scraps of paper in front of him, "I can't figure it out."
Lu Bixing looked a little tired, with a circle of black and blue under his eyes, and he pressed back and forth between his eyebrows and temples from time to time. .
In the empty workshop, those robots who know no pain are displayed silently and lifelessly like the Terracotta Warriors.
Lu Bixing held his forehead and turned over White's homework. The morning light from the energy tower slanted into the workroom, casting a thin shadow on his face. He was silent for a long time, so long that White had an illusion, as if The next second, he would push the dozens of calculation papers and tell them it was over, and they would never have to do this kind of useless work again.
This prediction made young White a little uneasy, although he didn't know the reason for his uneasiness.
But after he waited in fear for a long time, Lu Bixing just asked calmly: "Have you read all the reference books? What don't you understand?"
The four students looked at each other awkwardly, and Douji said gruffly: "Nowhere. "Understand."
"It's impossible not to understand anything," Lu Bixing calmly organized the messy draft paper into a pile, "unless you don't read the book."
When he talks to people, he always speaks with warmth and enthusiasm. The person standing in front of him felt that he was being cared for wholeheartedly. However, at this time, although he was still gentle and patient with the students, he showed a bit of restrained weariness.
After all the words and deeds, the person who still cannot be moved may be that he is really a stone in human skin. He has been dead since the day he was born, so he does not care about his body decaying again.
The door to the workroom remained open and empty.
Lu Bixing glanced over and was very disappointed. He felt that his persistence was a bit ridiculous and a bit despicable - because there was an invisible death countdown hanging over this base. He knew it well but did not intend to tell anyone.
Involving the Ten Silver Guards must be a major military move. Even if Lin does not intend to use the base as bait, the base's gangsters cannot be trusted. And the paradox is that he knows this clearly, but he will still have delusions about himself. He could use crude flint to ignite a little fire in them.
This logic is simply inconsistent.
"I can't even understand the mathematical models used in these." Mint said bravely, "I don't even know how to... even do the calculations."
Lu Bixing came back to his senses and paused: " Well, so "having reached the corresponding level of elementary education" is really a lie, right? How much did you buy the elementary degree certificate?"
White picked up his hands and answered carefully: "...Eighty yuan, education. The bureau can find out the number. If you add two hundred, you can buy a complete set of application materials."
"It's expensive," Lu Bixing opened his personal terminal and pulled out the reference book. "The old dean of the School of Information said one hundred and thirty-eight. "
Mr. Lu, the primary education in other galaxies in the alliance covers all classic mathematical models." Huang Jingshu tapped her temple, "When their children's brain development reaches a certain stage. ...Of course, they are normal brains, and Eden will pour these known conclusions into them, as if they were born with it."
Lu Bixing raised his head and shot two cold eyes at her: "What do you want to say? "What?"
"The savages who drink blood from Ancient Rumao are humans. The ancient people on Earth who have never left the atmosphere in their lives are humans. We are humans too, but humans are different - we are also different from Alliance people. They are born with things." "It is an achievement that we will never achieve in our lifetime." Huang Jingshu said, "Mr. Lu, don't you think it's unfair that you use the league's primary education level to ask us?"
"I don't think so," Lu Bixing said with a smile. He raised his lips with a smile and flicked open the e-book floating on his personal terminal. "Do you regard understanding a small model of elementary mathematics as an achievement? This is an interesting view. But in my opinion, existing mathematical models are just tools. , is no different from a hammer, a hammer, or a hemp rope. The first person to invent a hammer can be called an "achievement of genius." Then do those later gorillas who use a hammer to smash walnuts and skulls also have to do it? Is there a name for this "Genius Achievement Award"?"
His words accidentally left the scope of humor and could be called harsh. Huang Jingshu sensitively heard the anger in his words: "Mr. Lu, you... you "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Lu Bixing lowered his gaze and softened his tone slightly, "Read the math book by yourself. The library permissions on the personal terminal are open to you. Several classic models used are very detailed. Explain. If you really don't understand something, you can ask me, but I don't know how to read the safety instructions. What's the problem?"
White said hesitantly: "Mr. Lu, let's... do this homework? Do you want to do it?"
Lu Bixing said very briefly: "Do."
"But..."
"If you believe that something is useful, you try to convince others. If you can't convince others, just do what you should do." Lu Bixing said, "In a war situation, the energy issue is the top priority, and it must be solved no matter what. There is no way to escape."
Otherwise, even if the Silver Nine lands, they have come all the way from outside the region and have no foothold or stability. The energy system is also a problem.
Disappointment is disappointment, you have to do whatever you have to do.
The four students exchanged glances with each other very intelligently, and then silently stepped aside without interrupting.
The word "mathematics" makes people feel unattainable, but the "Safety Instructions for Using the Tool" seems much more approachable. Probably because of a change of mentality, when it was approaching noon, I finally calmed down and read the four instructions in the "Instructions". The students, like young children who started to stumble and put together building blocks for the first time, taught themselves clearly with a clear division of labor, while they gathered together to discuss in low voices, sometimes swearing a few words, and noisily spelled out a rough outline.
Lu Bixing ignored them. Soon, the maintenance procedures of the first batch of robots had been calibrated and they could be released to work. However, the number of robots was not enough, so the speed must be slow. Lu Bixing felt that he had better re-program the energy system planning of the base. Simplify it.
Just as he sent the first team of robots to the scene and turned back to the workshop, someone suddenly stopped him: "Lu... that, expert."
Lu Bixing looked back and was surprised.
The baby-faced Saturday, the holiday wearing rabbit ashes around the neck, the gap-toothed old man and the lame old man who had fought to the death before, made Lu Bixingxiu a multimedia movie-loving old lady, a fat man who always felt that the pot area was not big enough. Sister...wait a minute, a bunch of people are coming. Not only are they coming, but they are also bringing a bunch of them with them.
Saturday had bruises on the corners of his mouth, and his clothes were disheveled. Half of his buttons flew off, revealing several torn and deformed holes. Someone scratched his neck, leaving three blood marks, but his face was filled with excitement. His smile was like that of a naughty kid who had just finished smashing the windows of someone else's house and "returned in triumph."
Behind him, about a dozen young men were tied up with a hemp rope into a bunch of grasshoppers. The image was even more tragic. One of them even lost his belt. He was carrying his pants with a bruised nose and a swollen face. .
The fat lady carried a heavy laser gun on her shoulder - probably a guy who could blow away a thickened iron door when the trigger was pulled. She followed the work selflessly and saw who among the bunch of tied grasshoppers had the slightest legs. If it's slow, just step forward and hit it with the muzzle of your gun.
The man carrying the pants was hit by her and his elbow was numb. He let go of his hand unexpectedly, and an accident occurred on the scene——
His pants were floating to the ground, revealing two hairy lower limbs...and a pair of boxer briefs with dinosaurs painted on them.
Lu Bixing and Dinosaur looked at each other for a moment, confused: "Excuse me, what is this custom in your base?"
"These people are all from the Self-Defense Forces, and they are in the same platoon as me," Saturday said, with blood dripping from his nose. He reached out and wiped it nonchalantly, without wiping it clean. He stretched out his tongue and licked it a few times, and said vaguely, "I asked them to come with me this morning, but they refused, so I had to fight them one by one."
Lu Bixing felt like he was I heard a very retro word: "Excuse me, one by one?"
"Duel, Fat Sister and Holiday are both witnesses," Saturday said, "Whoever loses must listen to the other party and recognize the other party as the boss."
Lu Bixing nodded, counted the heads tied on the hemp rope, and said with some admiration: "So you fought eighteen times in the morning without losing. You are really a hero."
Saturday smiled proudly, and was about to wave his hand and say, " It's not worth mentioning." Before he could finish the pose, the nosebleed started to flow again. Saturday quickly stood upright and raised his head, holding his broken nose with both hands.
Lu Bixing glanced at the "strong men" tied up with a string of hemp ropes, and thought to himself: "If you can't hold them back, they will push you backwards, so why didn't I take advantage of yesterday's invincible state to beat them up one by one? What's the point of being civilized? At this time
, Fangjie, who was next to him, spoke for Saturday with a frown on his face. He said, "We are here to find you."
Lu Bixing was stunned.
"You said yesterday, who doesn't want to die like this? I'll come to you at the mecha platform today." He said, "We are here. Will the Self-Defense Force uniforms start traveling again tomorrow?"
The old lady in the movie said in a murmur: "I'm so old, but I don't care about work. I just came to take a look."
The fat lady said, "I still have to do business, so I can only come before noon and after lunch."
The old man with toothless smiles said: " Can't we fix the sound first?"
Tiny sparks finally burst out from the flints that had collided countless times in the darkness. These were the first people from the base to stand up, a total of thirty-four people, although half of them were middle-aged and elderly, while the other half were young people. They were basically forced by force on Saturday, and each of them seemed to be born to interpret the "crooked melon and split date".
But they are still a spark in this endless wasteland.
The residents of the base seem to be living in sardine cans, but the empty mecha station occupies half of the area. For more than 30 people, it seems quite empty, and communication with each other depends on the intranet. During the day, I worked with the robots. The robots were extremely efficient and selfless. They walked a group of disabled people around like dogs. From time to time, I heard one of the four students running past, chasing Lu Bixing and shouting: "Teacher, this Isn't one step calculated like this..."
In the evening, the energy tower began to fall, and the sky became darker. The students finally completed their first homework and lay in a mess in the open space on the mecha platform. Suddenly, the emergency lights next to them were turned on. Lu Bixing came over ruthlessly like a dean making rounds and kicked each of the two boys' calves: "Get up, today's class hasn't started yet."
White got down on all fours and looked at him like a dead dog . : "Then what are we doing today?"
Lu Bixing replied matter-of-factly: "Make up homework. If you are late to hand in your homework and delay class, of course you have to make it up after school. Isn't that the case in your previous school?"
If their previous school was If you dare to do this, the teacher will have been beaten up with a sack. Each of the four students spread out their faces as if they were mourning for their heirs, and followed him sadly to the mecha platform.
Thirty-four people came on the first day, and everyone had dark circles under their eyes. On the second day, two people left due to exhaustion, and there were still thirty-two people left.
The hard-working robots worked all night, removing the spare radiation collectors from each mecha, and then "buzzed" apart and welded half of them according to the design drawings. Early in the morning, the four students who had been tortured by the mecha for half the night, as well as Saturday and the young people who were subdued by him, used manpower to carry the radiation collection board. They worked in pairs, with a robot leading the way, and began to press the button with howling ghosts. Design stitching.
As a literary and artistic old man, the old lady from the movie got a loudspeaker from somewhere that could be used in a museum. She spoke with an accent that she didn't know where, and recited classical literature in a sinister manner under their feet: "In front of the monsters and monsters, they also Don't be afraid, but look for them, attack them, and defeat them! (Note)"
On the third day, the huge dome-like radiation collection panel has taken shape, facing away from the energy tower that has been floating silently in the sky for hundreds of years. There were still twenty-eight of the twelve fires left. The old movie lady talked too much and lost her voice. She had to sit with her back hunched over and pick her feet seriously.
However, people began to poke their heads around the silent mecha station.
On the seventh day, Saturday, a holiday, there were a few young people from the Self-Defense Forces, following the students with interest, listening to this man who was probably the most skilled mecha designer in the eighth galaxy talk about mecha operations. and internal components.
On the ninth day, the radiation collection panel was installed and connected to the base energy system. The entire mecha station emitted waves of "buzzing" like a tide. The lingering sound lingered. Lu Bixing suspended the students' classes for the day. Take out the design drawing of the thermoelectric system that will be connected to the mecha's radiator, and reset the construction procedures of the robots.
Several students raised their wrists, recorded the entire process with their personal terminals, and followed him as he ran around. On the low wall outside the workroom, a row of meerkat-like heads poked out, whispering to each other.
Early in the morning of the tenth day, several people who had run away came back again. They all acted shamelessly and acted as if nothing had happened. A group of young men rounded up a few people who had "defected" and beat them up until they were crying and howling. The old lady in the movie recorded the whole process and archived it.
In the afternoon, the few little bitches who had been beaten refused to leave and remained shameless as robot followers. Dozens more people came outside the mecha station and silently joined in the work. The manpower suddenly doubled, and the cranes, manipulators and other less intelligent tools that were hidden under the mecha station were moved out for repair and oiling, and the construction speed of the thermoelectric system suddenly doubled.
In the early morning of the twelfth day, it was still dark in the base. Everyone was half asleep and half awake when they heard a long roar, like a bagpipe coming from outside. The silent air flow centered on the cooling tower outside the mecha station. It spread out like a tide, squeezing through balconies and homes that looked like chicken coops, and every dilapidated door and window rustled in response.
The one-eyed eagle held a cigarette in his mouth and walked to the balcony of the guest room. He squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of the mecha station. He saw a huge object being slowly lifted into the air by magnetic force. It was filled with light inside, like an artificial star. The roar suddenly intensified, countless windows opened, and countless eyes turned here. Then, the base, which could only provide civilian power supply for six hours a day, suddenly became brightly lit. Street lights that had not been turned on for an unknown period of time flashed one after another in a highly dense manner. The residential area is almost lively and gives the illusion of prosperity. The three-dimensional screen is unfolded, and the standby screen of the lotus is swaying gently in the night wind.
The night became noisy, and the one-eyed eagle slowly blew out a smoke ring and murmured: "Fuck it."
After drinking a pot of coffee, Lu Bixing was still sleepy. He steeled himself to continue testing the newly completed energy system. No one was looking at him, so he hid in the corner and stretched out. Before he could open his mouth and yawn, Lu Bixing caught a glimpse of a surveillance camera not far away turning in a circle.
He was excited and remembered what Zhan Lu said about "monitoring himself." He suppressed his yawn. When he put down his arm, he grabbed a handful of hair, found the angle as quickly as possible, and bared his teeth at the surveillance camera. Smiled and waved.
The image quickly penetrated the atmosphere, flew into space, and landed on the screen in front of Lin Jingheng.
Before General Lin could react to this fan meeting-like wave, Lu Bixing took a few steps and took the surveillance camera in another direction, just in time to take a picture of the base with thousands of lights behind him.
Lu Bixing clasped his fingers together and made a heart-to-heart gesture, as if he was using the surveillance screen as a Selfie, and said something to him.
The corner of the screen quickly and intelligently analyzed the lip language and automatically printed subtitles.
Lu Bixing said, "I was wrong. Let me reflect on it and stop being angry, okay?"
Lin Jingheng's tense mouth had not completely relaxed yet. Scientist Lu's posing in the corner was discovered by people at the base. It has been many years. The self-defense team members who had seen so many lights were overly excited and rushed over. Each of them seemed to be a gorilla on stimulants. They surrounded the surveillance cameras indiscriminately, grinning and making all kinds of weird tricks.
The surveillance camera, which had been in disrepair for a long time, was frightened by this group of demons dancing on the spot, and the screen in front of Lin Jingheng was completely black.
Lin Jingheng: "..."
The author has something to say: Note: The sentence recited by the old lady in the movie comes from Don Quixote...