Love at Second Sight [Interstellar]

Zhou Yuchen pulled Zhuang Yan into the office, and said, "I brought something you urgently need", and then he pulled Zhuang Yan to the desk. There were three dishes and one soup on the table. Filled the whole room.

Zhuang Yan stood still and said, "I don't think I need it."

"Do you like to eat nutrients from the canteen of the military region?" Zhou Yuchen still remembered the meal arranged by Zhuang Yan when he met Zhuang Yan for the first time. A person who is so particular about peeling crabs can tolerate the bland and bitter nutrients in the military region?

"No." Zhuang Yan said, "But everyone eats that, and I have to get used to it."

"Okay." Zhou Yuchen sat down on the table behind the table, and the table spun slightly: "But I want to give you a small meal. Today I am your instructor. Now the instructor orders you to sit down and eat."

Zhuang Yan looked at him with incomprehensible eyes, Zhou Yuchen said: "I suggest you eat it quickly, because I won't let you out until you are full, and if you stay in my office for too long , it’s hard to imagine what those students outside would imagine.”

"..."

Zhuang Yan's face was half black, he sat down, picked up the chopsticks to pick up the vegetables, ate, drank the soup, and finished the meal within 10 minutes.Have to admit, after nearly a week of nutritious eating, this meal was out of this world delicious.

After Zhuang Yan finished eating, he saluted Zhou Yuchen, stepped back and went out. Zhou Yuchen watched him go out, and looked down at Zhuang Yan's training data.

At this time, the assistant knocked on the door and came in, intending to clean up the bowls of leftovers on the table. Zhou Yuchen said, "No, no, I haven't had lunch yet." As he spoke, he directly pulled the bowls and chopsticks that Zhuang Yan had eaten to his face, and ate while Open other documents.Because he came to serve as this temporary instructor, he could only pile up his official duties and deal with them during his lunch break.

In the afternoon, the last round of mecha training was over, Zhou Yuchen said goodbye to everyone and left.Zhuang Yan came out of the mecha, and Buck said, "Zhuang Yan."

Zhuang Yan walked up to him, and Buck looked at his sweaty face, and said sarcastically, "Not only did your grades not improve this afternoon, but they got worse, it seems that the 'guidance' given to you by the general at noon is not very effective. .”

Many students around cast their gazes, Zhuang Yan said flatly, "Rome wasn't built in a day, instructor."

"Hmph." Buck sneered, "I think it's because you are resistant to cooperating with your partner. I observed your training process, and you've been trying to seize the initiative! You didn't even realize the assistant role of the guide in the battle! "

Zhuang Yan said: "I have my own point of view, instructor, I think the guide is not in a purely auxiliary position in the battle, the guide can guide the sentry, and even command the sentry based on the information fed back by the sentry..."

"Enough!" Buck said, "Your self-righteous theories have ruined your training. Obviously you don't have self-knowledge. Zhuang Yan, I want you to copy the basic rules of the guide rules fifty times tonight and give them to me tomorrow morning." examine!"

"Additional training and punishment for copying are really old-fashioned and effective methods."

"I did not pass the training, and he punished me as a teacher." A desk and a dining table in the dormitory were occupied by Zhuang Yan and Zhou Yuchen respectively, Zhuang Yan said while copying.

In fact, two days ago, Zhuang Han went to an acquaintance in the military department to change Zhuang Yan's instructor, but firstly, the establishment of SG is under the direct control of the military department, and the management is strict; secondly, although the instructor does not have the right to evaluate, he has the decision The right to leave and stay of the students, Buck Tal came for Zhuang Yan, how could he let him go, so he couldn't change it for a while.

"Go to the satellite earlier and you'll be fine." Zhou Yuchen said, when there was a "ding" sound from the balcony, he put down the bare board and got up: "The food in the incubator is ready."

"You put a thermostat on my balcony?" Zhuang Yan said, "That's forbidden in the barracks."

"I changed the authority of your dormitory. Now even the SG army leader can't open the door of your dormitory." Zhou Yuchen walked to the balcony and said, "There are tableware in the cabinet, take them out and set them up."

Zhuang Yan opened the cabinet door, and sure enough, a new set of white porcelain tableware was inside. He took it out and placed it on the dining table, and Zhou Yuchen's bare board was also placed on the dining table. For a moment, take a second look carefully.

At this time Zhou Yuchen came in from the balcony with vegetables, Zhuang Yan hurriedly said: "Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"Oh, it's all right." Zhou Yuchen pulled away two chairs in front of the dining table, let Zhuang Yan sit next to him, and said while eating, "I was going to show it to you."

""About the Change of the Retirement Age of the Second Army Sentinels and the Placement of Retired Sentinels"?"

"Yes." Zhou Yuchen said, "This is a new law that the Second Army intends to implement in the military region. This is just the simplest draft, and I would like to ask for your opinion."

"I?"

"There are very few scholars in the empire who study this aspect. We hired a few professors as consultants for the formulation of the bill. But there are still only two of them." Zhou Yuchen said, "I know you have been studying this kind of subject since you were in college. Your teachers supported you, but two studies were stopped due to lack of funds."

"Yes." Zhuang Yan nodded, put the food into his mouth, looked at it, and couldn't help picking up the bare board, then browsed and asked Zhou Yuchen a few detailed questions. "What do you want me to do?"

Zhou Yuchen said: "Look through this first draft, and annotate your suggestions. I will have a meeting with the drafting team tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow morning? But now I want to..."

"You help me get the bill done, and I'll help you get the copy done."

After a hasty dinner, Zhuang Yan sat at the dining table instead, and Zhou Yuchen sat at the desk. Looking at the copy in front of Zhuang Yan, he said, "You must have written too neatly. You are copying, not a diplomatic letter."

Zhuang Yan raised his head and said, "If Buck Tull finds that the handwriting is different..."

"I'll do my best." Zhou Yuchen picked up a fountain pen owned by Zhuang Yan. To be honest, he is not very used to fountain pens, and now only some aristocrats or literati who have special hobbies and pursue details like to use this pen, "I can't do that Beautiful, but could be a little more scribbled."

So there were only rustling sounds in the room, and the conversation between the two when Zhuang Yan occasionally asked about the details of the bill, and the electronic clock on the terminal jumped to two o'clock.

Zhuang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and put the bare board on the table. In his hand, a handwritten note was neatly arranged and beautifully handwritten, so perfect that it could be printed immediately.

"I changed almost everything, and added some." Zhuang Yan put the comments on the bare board, "It's all my personal opinion. If your team has any questions, you can send me the meeting minutes."

"Okay." Zhou Yuchen turned around to look at him, and said with a smile, "Go to sleep."

Zhuang Yan looked at him and planned to walk over: "No, you go back and rest, I'll take care of the rest."

"It's already two o'clock in the morning and you still want to drive me away?" Zhou Yuchen managed to stop Zhuang Yan, he glanced at Zhuang Yan, and continued to quickly copy on the writing paper, "I've already copied it, don't worry, This is nothing to me, when I was in the palace as a teenager, I often copied the glorious history of His Majesty the founding emperor for Edward, and I had to not be discovered by the teacher."

"...Okay." Zhuang Yan could only sit down on the narrow single bed by the other wall, looked at the terminal, and set the alarm clock, "I'll take care of you in an hour."

But when he was lying on the single bed with his clothes on, the head that was running rapidly because of the bill endorsement resisted the exhaustion all over his body for a while, making him unable to fall asleep for a while, and he listened to the fine and even rustling sound in the room.

"Can't sleep?"

"A little."

"Then let's talk about it, why were you so interested in the subject of decay sentinel restoration when you were in college?"

"..." Zhuang Yan opened his eyes and looked at the white ceiling of the room, "Because my brother is a sentinel."

Reckless, aggressive, mindless, and fearless.That was Zhuang Yan's evaluation of Zhuang Xu at that time, and it was also Zhuang Yan's basic impression of the sentinel group. Don't think that Zhuang Yan's impression is one-sided. Zhuang Yan knows the root cause of it—the sentry is so powerful that they themselves uncontrollable force.

They are a pack of beasts that hunt by instinct.Zhuang Yan didn't know whether this was a kind of degeneration or excessive evolution.But because his younger brother is one of them, Zhuang Yan tried his best to understand this group, especially its unknown side, their painful, dark side, and the sentinels who retreated from the battlefield and could no longer fight. dreadful old age.

Yes, it's scary. This is how Zhuang Yan weighs the old age of all the sentries. Having a guide is the luck of only one out of ten sentries. It's an extra reward from God. The result is that he doesn't have a match that matches him more than 60.00% of the time.

Of course, you can wait any longer, until you are 50 or [-] years old, but Zhuang Yan can't pin your hopes on God's random gifts. He has devoted himself to the subject of sentinel restoration since college.After Zhuang Xu died on the battlefield, he followed his teacher and close friends to complete the research on non-sentry drivable mechs.

In the end, the research failed, and Zhuang Yan completely withdrew from his previous life.He asked Kevin if he had a personal direction that day because he didn't.

A few years ago was no different from a few years later. A day, a year, or even a few years were no different. Life lost the bitterness and joy of steps and became a straight line. He even found his ideal love and started a family. To entrust your own life.

But it is obvious that he can no longer spend the days after the age of 30 in such a muddle. As a sober, and as a return to the planet and people who have nurtured and cared for him in his life, he must become a member of Haitang Star , become a meaningful person to the family.

"I'm really jealous of that kid." Zhou Yuchen said, "His elder brother actually takes taking care of him as his goal in life."

"He is very troubled." Zhuang Yan's face softened into a faint smile, "He just wants to prove that he is a mature and powerful sentinel, and he can take care of me in turn."

But in terms of managing the family, Zhuang Yan has never had much confidence. This is because he knows his own nature in a certain way. Zhuang Han's successor as the head of the family will be much better than himself. Zhuang Ze also knows this. His son is already 30 years old. His temperament has been completely settled, and it would take too much energy to change, and the possibility of success is too small, so he gradually handed over the burden of family management to his younger brother and nephew.

I can't be the head of the family, and I have no contribution in management. Maybe only by getting married can I really help the family... Zhuang Yan was taken aback by his own thoughts, and looked guilty at Zhou Yuchen who was facing him from the other side of the wall, as if The thought just now slipped out of his mouth.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Yuchen didn't move his body except for the hand holding the pen, but the chief sentinel's sense was extremely keen.

"It's nothing." Zhuang Yan turned over, faced the wall and closed his eyes, his forehead throbbing because of the tossing thoughts in his heart.No quilt.I don't know when I fell asleep.

When he woke up again, he was awakened by Chen Hui. Zhuang Yan was covered with a thin quilt. He opened his eyes suddenly, sat up, and looked at the terminal. Sure enough, his alarm clock was set to six o'clock, and he was going to do morning exercises at 06:30 .

The bare board and annotations on the dining table were gone, and a stack of papers on the desk was neatly pressed under the pen, and on the top white paper was written: "Breakfast is in the incubator."