A warship obsessed with farming

Thinking of the other party's crazy eyes, Zhong Tian felt a little uncomfortable.

But he finally came to the classroom obediently before class.

As for what was said in class, what materials and documents Yanhuang sent, Zhong Tian passed them all in one go, listening to what came in with his left ear and coming out with his right ear, he really didn't remember much.

Who made him now, his mind is full of thinking about how to tell Yanhuang.

"Teacher, can you revoke my absence record?"

It's too straightforward.

But what surprised Zhong Tian this time was that Yanhuang did not look at him with the same crazy eyes as last time.

Although he still glanced at him with those gray-blue eyes from time to time, his emotions were not so exposed, and he put away his crazy eyes and became deeper.

His behavior was reasonable and reasonable, and with Yanhuang's handsome face, Zhong Tian was even more afraid.

Without thinking about it, he directly gave Yanhuang two labels - "gentle scum" and "clothed beast".

Before he could figure out why, today's class was over.Yanhuang packed her things, said "come to my office", and then left first.

Seeing that the other party was about to disappear from his sight, Zhong Tian only had time to wave his hands at Qi Mo and quickly followed Yan Huang's footsteps.

The Imperial Military Academy occupies a large area, and the hardware facilities have always been good. As a teacher, Yanhuang still has her own office.

The scenery along the way is beautiful, and all kinds of buildings are exquisite and highly ornamental, but Zhong Tian didn't even bother to take a good look around.

He followed Yanhuang anxiously, and kept building his mind: It's okay, it's just a conversation, it's not like I haven't had it before, why be so nervous, this person won't eat me.

However, such mental construction is of no use at all.

When he entered Yanhuang's office and saw the other party sitting on a chair with a calm demeanor and looking at him with serious eyes, Zhong Tian was still scared.

The opponent's aura is too strong, we are invincible!

He missed Arthur or Lance terribly, and if they stood in front of him, he wouldn't have to face Yanhuang's scrutinizing gaze like an eagle.

That's right, it's inspection!

From head to toe, he looked at him indifferently with those gray-blue eyes, and then slowly said, "Want me to revoke your absence record?"

Zhong Tian was stunned for a moment, but still nodded.

Yanhuang lowered her eyes, turned her eyes away from him, crossed her hands in front of her chest, as if talking to herself, "In fact, there are very few people who choose this major."

Zhong Tian nodded silently in his heart, isn't it, just him and Qi Mo, this is no less a problem.

"So I remember every student I have taught, remember how they came here, and how they left." Speaking of this, Yanhuang's eyes became a little softer, and they were no longer so sharp and cold. "I have always felt that as long as there are people who choose this major, then those things can still be passed on."

He looked at Zhong Tian with a calm expression, as if he couldn't see anything that almost hurt him a few days ago, "Can you tell me why you chose this major?"

Zhong Tian didn't answer for a long time.

Because he only has a little advantage in these aspects, because he also wants to know how human beings stepped into the interstellar, and what exactly happened when Blue Star stepped into the interstellar...

In the final analysis, the former was actually the reason that drove him to choose this major.There is nothing he is familiar with in the interstellar era. He is nostalgic for the past, and he wants a sense of security, so he naturally wants to be close to the things he is familiar with.

That's it.

Yanhuang, who didn't wait for an answer, was not in a hurry, "Some people couldn't choose the popular combat department because of their physical conditions; some people didn't have that talent, so they couldn't choose the manufacturing department; You are timid by nature and don’t want to face the Zerg race; some people just want to come here to find peace because of curiosity... Which one are you?”

After speaking, he smiled self-deprecatingly, stared at Zhong Tian and said, "Anyway, you probably didn't choose this major because of your love."

Zhong Tian was silent.

Yanhuang looked at Zhong Tian, ​​but it seemed to be looking at other things, "Take history as a mirror, and you can know the ups and downs. Few people remember this sentence now."

"A lot of materials and books have been lost." His gray-blue eyes kept staring at the silent Zhong Tian, ​​"People are forgetting their past."

"No one wants to know what the catastrophe of Blue Star is and how it happened; no one wants to know what is recorded in the history books; no one wants to..."

"Forget it, what's the use of talking to you so much." Yanhuang put down her hand, a hint of sarcasm flashed in her gray-blue eyes, and then pushed a few books in front of Zhong Tian.

Zhong Tian took a look and saw that the book was very new, and many of the titles were familiar to him——"Global History", "The Origin of Family, Private Ownership, and the State", "Historical Research", "Zi Zhi Tong Jian"...

"I will revoke the record of absenteeism. For future classes, you can come as you like, or you don't want to. Let's read these books in your spare time."

After speaking, Yanhuang waved her hand, turned around, and signaled Zhong Tian to leave.

Zhong Tian was stunned for a while, looking at Yanhuang's back, his eyes fell on those books.

He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he still walked away silently holding the books.

Many students on the road looked at him curiously holding these books, but Zhong Tian didn't feel anything.

He just lowered his head, looked at the familiar print on the book, and walked silently to the place where the flying car stopped.

Entering the speeding car, he felt extremely uncomfortable, but this time he did not choose to lean on it to sleep.

He could have put those books into the space, but at this moment, he didn't know why, he just hugged those books tightly.

"Take history as a mirror, and you can know the ups and downs. Few people remember this sentence now."

"A lot of materials and books have been lost."

"People are forgetting their past."

……

The plain words and those gray-blue eyes kept flashing in his mind, and he hugged the book in his hand even tighter.

Staggering out of the car, the first thing he did when he returned to the dormitory was to put the book in his hand on the table properly, and then rushed into the bathroom.

His head was buried in the cold water for a long time, until the robot issued a warning and pulled him out of the cold water with a front view, Zhong Tian raised his head.

Looking at himself in a mess in the mirror, Zhong Tian wiped off the water marks on his face, and then sighed long.

As soon as he turned around, he saw the sweaty face, Lance was leaning against the door panting heavily, looking at himself worriedly.

Zhong Tian twitched the corner of his mouth, "I'm fine."

He walked over and touched Lance's head, but only touched the sweat on his hands, "Why are you back?"

Lance didn't answer, just brushed him little by little, from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, as if to see if he was hurt.

Zhong Tian couldn't help but smiled wryly, "I'm really fine, I'm just motion sick and a little uncomfortable."

Lance looked at the water marks on his face that hadn't been completely wiped off, raised his hand to wipe it off for him, stretched it into the air, looked at the dirt on his hands, stopped abruptly, and asked in disbelief :"real?"

Zhong Tian nodded helplessly, and pressed the boy's head hard, "Really, I feel much better now. After a while, maybe I won't feel dizzy anymore."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Lance again, and when he touched the protective equipment and clothing on his body, he thought of the robot's alarm just now.

He frowned, and looked at Lance disapprovingly, "You sneaked back just now?"

Lance stood there in a daze.

Zhong Tian's face sank when he saw this, "I still don't go back to your class!"

Lance froze for a moment, but still didn't leave.

Zhong Tian could only pretend to be angry, and pushed Lance out of the door, "Go back to class for me, no absenteeism is allowed!"

After sending off Lance who had run back halfway after receiving the alarm, Zhong Tian was completely depressed. He walked to the table with heavy steps and looked at the stack of books.

……

After a long silence, he slowly took the top one and started to read it.

***

in the office.

Yanhuang is painting.

On the snow-white paper, black line drafts appear continuously, looping and twisting, and finally forming a complete painting.

There are three pictures in total, each of which has the same person on it.

His gray-blue eyes were deep and quiet at the moment, watching his painting quietly, then he pursed his lips, the expression on his face seemed a little indifferent.

After taking the paint and the special brush, he began to paint little by little: the blue gradient starry sky layer, the icy warship that almost merged with the starry sky, and then...

The coloring hand paused, Yanhuang stared at the rest, then he put down the brush and paint, leaned back and closed his eyes.

The young man with a gentle expression was leaning on the icy warship that was so huge that he couldn't see its original appearance, and what he was stepping on was a blue planet.

Taking a deep breath, Yanhuang stood up and continued with her unfinished business.

Black hair, brown pupils, gentle eyebrows and eyes, a vague and lonely smile at the corner of the mouth... After the character is completed, there is the blue planet: blue ocean, green forest, brown desert...

After the first painting was finished, Yanhuang looked at it carefully, then put it away, and looked at the second line draft.

The painting is still the gentle young man, but the background is not in the starry sky, and there are no starships and planets under his feet.

The youth seems to be walking, and the pace of progress has not stopped, but the surroundings are surrounded by books...

The young man lowered his head, unable to see the expression in his eyes clearly, holding the book in one hand hanging in the air, as if he was distributing the surrounding books to an invisible person in front of him...

Yanhuang's eyes focused on the book in the young man's hand. The font was small, but it didn't prevent him from reading it clearly.

This time he was in a daze for longer, and then he started to color a little bit.

After finishing, the second painting was placed in another place, and only then did he look at the third painting.

After finishing the paint again, Yanhuang calmly began to use black on a large area. The rich black made people feel desperate. He rubbed his gray-blue eyes, closed them and rested for a while before continuing.

After the black is finished, it is red, and the red is almost all over the whole painting: in the gap between the black, behind the young man... Looking around, the red space is not small...

Even the young man in the painting is bathed in red: black hair, body wrapped in bright red and dark red, and blood-red eyes revealed in the black...

Black, red, white... gradually formed the third painting.

Yanhuang stopped writing, and after a long time, he put the third painting on top of the second painting, then took the first painting and placed it on top.

His gray-blue eyes blinked wearily, and as he blinked, the color of his pupils kept changing between golden and gray-blue.

After the color of her eyes returned to normal, Yanhuang got up and put the three paintings away properly.