Chapter 64

Chapter 64

Sheng Yi couldn't answer.

...Who is Shi Ji?

Sheng Yi only knew that Shi Ji was the "experiment" brought back by his father.

It was Sheng's father who saved Shi Ji's life and prevented Shi Ji from being recycled and destroyed. He also took Shi Ji home, fed him, clothed him, taught him how to fly a wingman, and served as an observer.

In Sheng Yi's view, everything Shi Ji had was given by his family.Shi Ji deserved to be punished for getting in his way and making him hate him. When he needed Shi Ji, Shi Ji should consciously come over.

…

But what happened in front of him was like the mecha rounding up its mechanical arm and giving him a firm slap in the face.

Sheng Yi gritted his teeth, his face turned livid and burned with shame.

He seemed to have heard everyone laughing at him, as if he had seen countless people pointing at him and ridiculing him endlessly.

The students at the military academy are selected at all levels, and they are all top-notch talents selected from various military academies. Even if their combat strength is temporarily insufficient compared to the active troops, they still have a strong sense of judgment.

No one would think that Shi Ji deliberately hid his clumsiness and did not perform well when partnered with Sheng Yi - anyone with a little bit of discernment could see that Shi Ji's style of play is mainly to observe the hand, with mecha assistance, if necessaryYou can even fight alone without the mecha.

This seemingly inverted pairing is the most difficult and terrifying one to watch.

This mode is not meant to be wasted on 2v2 fighting duels.

In a real combat system, this kind of observer will become the core part of the entire combat team. They are not only responsible for sniping and killing the insect king, but are also responsible for the attack and defense vision of the entire team, giving clear predictions at the first time., pay attention to all possible changes in the war situation at any time.

They are blades capable of killing enemies with one strike and are natural commanders.

Any observer with this kind of talent, once he or she emerges, will be scrambled by all parties and brought back for careful training.

Once they grow up, they can save the lives of thousands of soldiers in a head-on confrontation with the insect swarm, and even directly determine the outcome of a battle.

Ye Hanfeng looked at Sheng Yi: "You never told me this."

In Sheng Yi's words, Shi Ji was a coward who ran away from battle, a former "first observer" with a false name and a flashy reputation.

Sheng Yi had always looked down on Shi Ji. He complained to Ye Hanfeng more than once. Shi Ji was favored by the teachers and instructors in the college. He did not know how much he pretended to be pitiful and gained sympathy behind his back to coax those old antiques to stand by Shi Ji.aside.

"He didn't tell me any of this!" Sheng Yi retorted in a hissing voice. His eyes turned red because of Ye Hanfeng's tone. "He doesn't know what to say himself. How can he expect me to go and ask him? Why should I?"——”

Ye Hanfeng frowned: "...why do you?"

Sheng Yi became angry for a moment, noticed the gaffe, and stopped hastily.

"You are partners, and he is your observer."

Ye Hanfeng asked: "Isn't this enough?"

Sheng Yi's face turned red. He looked at Ye Hanfeng, who was also the observer, gritted his teeth hard, and swallowed back his anger bit by bit.

In the past six months, everyone had ridiculed him overtly and covertly because of his plummeting ranking.

Ye Hanfeng is one of the few people who still regards him as an opponent, has no prejudice against him, and treats him with the same attitude as before.

In front of Ye Hanfeng, Sheng Yi would subconsciously restrain his temper. He didn't want Ye Hanfeng to become like others.

...He didn't want Ye Hanfeng to look at him like this.

Sheng Yi could almost imagine Ye Hanfeng's calm and disappointed look.

He stood there, clenching his fists tightly, his body already starting to tremble slightly from the extreme endurance.

He couldn't help but want to vent on Shi Ji - these were all Shi Ji's fault. If Shi Ji had such strength, why didn't he tell him earlier?Why embarrass him like this in public?

Did Shi Ji want to get rid of him a long time ago, so he seized on the loophole in his words and took the opportunity to go to the logistics department and find the man named Zhan?

It was Shi Ji who betrayed him first, so why is he standing here now, being questioned by Ye Hanfeng, disappointing Ye Hanfeng, being pointed at and stabbed in the spine by everyone...

Sheng Yi found an outlet for his shame and anger. He raised his head suddenly and wanted to explain clearly to Ye Hanfeng, but he suddenly stayed where he was.

He did not wait for Ye Hanfeng's disappointment.

He didn't see Ye Hanfeng at all, no one questioned him, no one even bothered to talk about him.

The battle video just now has been processed, and the S-class instructor will personally analyze the tactics and tactics down to the second to explain all the details of the entire battle.

Everyone was immersed in the excitement brought about by that wonderful battle.

Students in the wingman major, mecha major, and even many other non-combat major students could not sit still at all, and crowded into the auditorium where the on-site lectures and analysis were given.

Ye Hanfeng has also left.

The auditorium was empty, and Sheng Yi was surrounded by intense frustration and shame, unable to move at all.

For the first time, he was completely deprived of even a way to express himself.

He was terribly embarrassed, and his whole body was alternately hot and cold, as if he had been roasted on the hottest iron, or as if his heart had been poured with ice water.

The question Ye Hanfeng asked him popped up again.

Why could his father bring Shi Ji back in his own name?

Why allow Shi Ji to receive training and become an observer, and then leave Shi Ji to him as a legacy?

Before it became like this...who was Shi Ji?

Shi Ji did not go to the auditorium with the others.

After the battle, he returned to the lounge to change clothes, and took advantage of this gap to summarize the battle.

In the past, Sheng Yi had always been impatient with him doing this.

What Sheng Yi hates most is writing reflection summaries.

Like his father, Sheng Yi is good at assault-style play, using his strong personal combat power to tear apart defenses and even directly destroy the opponent's mechas and wingmen.

This kind of fighting method with fighting as its core does not require the use of brains, relying on intuition and corresponding fighting talent.Even after the fight, it may not be possible to tell whether the person is ugly or not.

Sheng Yi couldn't write it himself, so he couldn't help but dislike him for writing several large articles at a time, and he always made sarcastic remarks at this time.In Sheng Yi's view, Shi Ji wrote these things just to please the teachers in the college. No wonder the teachers and instructors liked Shi Ji.

Sheng Yi didn't know that Shi Ji had never turned in these as homework.

In the instinct that still remained in his body, Shi Ji was not looking forward to excellent results or praise from teachers and instructors.

He has saved many copies of this kind of reflection, and he is indeed waiting for corrections, but the corrections should come from another commander who has the same system as his, is more mature and has more combat experience - in some moments, Shi Ji evenNeng was stunned and noticed a hand slapping him hard on the head.

Shi Ji held the pen, and he instinctively sat up a little straighter, and then sat a little more upright.

When he came to his senses, the illusion of that moment had dissipated.

The lounge was extremely quiet, he was the only one, and the desk lamp turned on quietly, illuminating a small area in front of him.

The sky had darkened, and the wingman fell silently on the tarmac outside the window.

Shi Ji put away the reflection summary he had written. He sat for a while, the data fluctuating slightly, trying to contact Yu Tang in the sea of consciousness.

Yu Tanggang had a fierce battle with the anti-OOC system. He was very sleepy. He hugged a blanket and buried himself in a pile of pillows. He asked the system: "What did little S7 say?"

"Ask us...if he can go get some sleep."

The system recognized the military encrypted communication sent back by Shi Ji: "He really wants to express his gratitude to us, but this program only allows him to completely obey one person at a time and does not allow him to have too much communication with others. He is afraid of continuing to increase the number of hosts.The workload…”

"You're welcome." Yu Tang summed up the reply succinctly. He turned over and casually offered the price, "Give me a small shell, I want a good-looking one."

The system helped send the message back, and it didn't take long for Shi Ji's data to respond.

In the sea of consciousness, Shi Ji was extremely serious and laid out for him all the shells he had collected in the past six months one by one.

It was arranged neatly, with exactly the same horizontal and vertical dimensions, as if it had been measured with a ruler.

Yu Tang sat up.

He had an intuition that if he blew a whistle now, these shells might automatically line up and stand at attention, shouting slogans and walking past his sofa.

"...Ask him." Yu Tang said, "Every morning when I wake up these days, I realize that all the quilts in the sea are folded into a standard rectangular shape, and the pillows are stacked two meters high, and they are also sorted by color. It was him who did it.Of?"

"I have to put the pillows back every day. The rectangular quilt looks like it has mutated, and I don't dare to cover it."

Yu Tang: "I'm ready to place an order for anti-virus software to kill the sea of consciousness."

system:"……"

Shi Ji’s data: “…”

Yu Tang has been downloading various hacking programs these days. He returns to the sea of ​​consciousness every day and looks at the scene that looks like a military parade. He always thinks that he accidentally downloaded some one-click installation package.

In the clear sea of consciousness, Yu Tang had bumped into the glass three times. He rubbed his forehead and patiently discussed with Shi Ji: "You don't need to help me organize the house... If you really want to express your feelings, you can find time to bake a cake for me."

The data flow brightened slightly.

Shi Ji's data gives a firm promise.

Before leaving, he took with him a thousand and twenty-four shells arranged in rows and columns as a gift of thanks, and placed them neatly in front of Yu Tang.

Yu Tang hugged his little blanket and looked at the mysterious formation in front of him: "..."

Yu Tang set off a thank you fireworks for Shi Ji, took out a pair of eye masks, put them on tightly, and fell back into the circle of pillows.

In reality.

Shi Ji calmed down, carefully put away his summary and reflection, stood up on the edge of the table, and sorted out his ethics.

This was the first time that after the battle, he didn't need to be dragged away by Sheng Yi to play wildly with Sheng Yi to celebrate his victory, or be scolded all night for his failure.

Shi Ji stepped on the window edge and climbed out.

He returned to the parked wingman.

During the final assessment, most of the wingman was destroyed.Zhan Chen rebuilt it when he was making the mecha, and made some modifications with Shi Ji's consent.

...Or it shouldn't be called "modification".

When Zhan Chen was repairing the aircraft, he discovered that the wingman had been modified in the past, with the maximum load capacity increased and the ammunition bay doubled.

After this transformation, the wingman's original combat performance will be greatly weakened, mainly relying on the protection of the main armor, and specifically loading more than twice the amount of ammunition and supplies for the assault mecha.

This kind of wingman is nicknamed "nanny wingman" in the military.

Such changes sacrificed the wingman's mobility and turned a reconnaissance wingman that could perform many ultra-difficult actions and had vector propulsion capabilities into a standard mecha ammunition replenishment depot.

Zhan Chen sought Shi Ji's advice and repaired the wingman, restoring its original mobility.

…

Shi Ji brought a few buckets of water.

He dampened the rag and cleaned and wiped the fuselage bit by bit with concentration.

Sheng Yi often scares him, saying that this wingman was given to him by Sheng's father and he can take it back at any time as long as Sheng Yi is willing.

Father Sheng indeed said so.

Shi Ji still remembered that in the third month after waking up, he was taken to the tarmac by Sheng's father for the first time and saw the half-old wingman.

He heard the blood pounding in his veins, something burning inside him.

His emotions turned up uncontrollably, and the implanted program was instantly decomposed and eliminated, leaving only the awakened fighting instinct.

Shi Ji stretched out his hand.

He slowly touched the cold metal shell of his wingman and gently pressed his cheek against it.

At the end of today's battle, when I chose to close my eyes and fly my wingman due to my temporary blindness, this idea suddenly arose, roaring and completely tearing through the blockade of the program.

This was not the wingman given to him by the Sheng family.

This is his.

…

No one knew that after returning from the insect wave alone, Shi Ji had tried to fuse directly with the wingman according to Sheng's father's order.

But the wingman turned him down.

That was a very rudimentary artificial intelligence, far inferior to the current one, and it almost only obeyed orders.

...But this single command caused the wingman's control panel to suddenly lose control and flash an unprecedented intense red light.

Shi Ji jumped on his wingman.

This wingman had been modified along with him, using the most advanced polymer carbon composite materials, reassembling weapons, erasing all past paints, and erasing the names signed by each teammate on the wing.

But he still recognized it.

His wingman had been waiting for him, waiting for him to come back and fly with it.

What his wingman is waiting for is a pilot, not a smarter, more powerful AI.

Shi Ji lay down in the cabin.

He lay flat on the cold floor and closed all the portholes.The junior intelligent program didn't know what he wanted to do. After executing the command, he gently shook the front view mirror.

The string of wind chimes tied to it jingled.

…

Shi Ji slowly explored every corner of the cockpit.

Zhan Chen took the mecha back to sort out the data, and gave Shi Ji an order to do whatever he wanted to do tonight.

You can do whatever you want without breaking the rules.

He could completely control the night after the battle according to his own wishes.

Shi Ji softly asked the sea of consciousness: "Can you do anything?"

Yu Tang was already asleep, and the system was on duty. With the temporary emergency patch left by the host, it sent a message to Shi Ji on behalf of Yu Tang: "Anything can be done."

Shi Ji's data fluctuated slightly.

He sent no further messages.

In the sea of consciousness, the system hesitated for a while, then quietly opened the light screen and took a look.

Shi Ji lay quietly in the dark cabin.

His eyes were wide open, and they were always full of bright smiles. They were particularly awkward, almost clumsy, and slowly and tentatively filled up with silent moisture.