There was no commotion when Luo Binhan returned to the room. He saw that Upsilon was instructing Momolo to feed the baby a liquid soup, while Zhou Ba was making trouble on Jing Huang's head: she hugged Jing Huang's neck from behind and tried hard to see what Jing Huang was drinking. During this process, she rubbed the remaining drink on her face into Jing Huang's hair, seemingly without any shame or introspection.
Luo Binhan pulled her off Jing Huang and wiped her mouth. Only then did Jing Huang look at him coldly.
"What took you so long? Are you constipated?"
Luo Binhan shook his head and reached out to pat the other party's shoulder.
"I have paid too much for this family." He said seriously, "But now it's the white season again..."
"Crazy." Jing Huang said, turning around and ignoring him. Luo Binhan was not angry because of this, but drank the sour drink melancholy.
"Tell me, why are there sword immortals in this world, but not sword immortals?" He asked, "What about the nunchucks? What about the laser gun? Can't you practice this if you are an immortal?"
"Try it yourself."
"Why should I try?" Luo Binhan continued to ask, "If I don't try, don't I deserve to know? Isn't the purpose of knowledge to prevent future generations from making detours?"
Jing Huang put down the drink cup, raised his right hand in front of his face, repeatedly clenched and unclenched his fist. Luo Binhan could tell that the pirate leader was about to start eating people, but he remained indifferent. He continued to harass the other person verbally, but his mind began to drift away, thinking about the setting of Fake's room. The snowy field in the flower forest couldn't help but feel familiar to him, but how could Farke know? Wasn't he born in the ninety-fourth sidereal year when Wuyuan Base was restarted?
"Would people from Wuyuan go to Chi County?" he asked confusedly.
Jing Huang stopped clenching his fists, glanced at him and said, "Yes."
"Really? What are they doing there?"
"……social practice."
Luo Binhan suddenly stopped thinking. He slowly looked at Jing Huang, as focused as a cat that saw a ball of wool rolling to the ground.
Jing Huang sneered and said: "It's just social practice. What's so strange? In a place like theirs, even the lower level centers may not have more than 10,000 people. All non-mental work and basic calculations rely on machines. Completed. Do you think they will have the kind of social relationships you think they have? In the early days of the second generation, it didn’t matter at all. They just understood the concepts after going through them on the learning machine. When they reached the point where they felt it was necessary to be primitive about the outside world. Practical courses were only started to be added when the civilization was under management. Ah, I also tried sending people directly to primitive civilizations that I had not contacted. As a result, the first ten people who were put into the experiment either triggered social riots that should not have occurred at that stage. , or start a direct war with the local conventions, and none of them passed the external score. Chixian was added as a last resort, and it was stipulated that adaptive training must be conducted in Chixian before formal social practice. The current situation is hard to say. The first batch of three generations were all sent to Lulan and Lehua countries, right? They were probably doing rural surveys there, and they were only allowed to go overseas for practice after submitting research reports and being deemed qualified."
When he was halfway through speaking, Upsilon, who had been sitting in front of the baby chair, had sat on Luo Binhan's shoulder and listened. He said enthusiastically: "Oh, so Wuyuan also has such an arrangement? It's almost the same as us! But our social practice usually focuses on emergency rescue and searching for the human world. What about Wuyuan? In practice, we do everything What do you want to order?”
"Usually they work as national development consultants. I don't know the specific situation. I only know that the final score is determined by two aspects. One is the code of conduct score recorded by the micron on them, and the other To have is to practice the satisfaction of the local civilization.”
"It doesn't sound difficult!"
"...Have you seen what they did during the practice period?"
"Eh? Don't you mean to be a development consultant or something? With Wuyuanxing's technical capabilities, there should be no problem in guiding anyone within the Wuyuan region, right?"
Jing Huang's expression twisted as he spoke. It was neither anger nor ridicule, it was so weird that it was difficult for outsiders to describe it. Luo Binhan and Upsilon both looked at him in confusion. However, this time Jing Huang seemed not to be prepared to answer their questions. He just held his right hand and said, "Among the first three batches of the Three Generations, the person with the highest social practice score is 0312. You already know this, right?"
"Ah, is the one with the highest practical score actually the 'Hunter'?"
"That's what you call him."
"Haha, Wuyuan is really weird. He is obviously a security officer, but he has the highest practical score."
"You are mistaken. That guy is not a security guard. For Wuyuan, such a concept does not exist. The difference between that guy and others, apart from the way of allocating computing resources, is at best that he got a minion. It’s just an extra ration. The main reason why he was selected was because he had the highest social practice score.”
Upsilon was quiet for a while and said: "Oh, is their social practice really that important? Or, if the practice score is too low... then..."
"Don't expect to communicate with that type of person." Jing Huang said in a flat voice, "Just stay in the base and write research reports for the rest of your life. Anyway, your thinking is connected to the intranet, so it doesn't matter if you never speak, and it doesn't matter if you don't see anyone. Go to hell. Idiot."
"Wow, what's this resentment about..."
Upsilon began to change the topic and introduced the different styles of Maodutuntun to everyone with 120,000 sincere enthusiasm. He talked about the simplest branches in the series that he visited when he was in Central City: pure white or pure black floors, walls, soft corner edges (to prevent distracted customers from running into any corners), and full decoration. It is a spiral, straight line and elegant arc, and customers rarely need waiters to guide them. They would use the teleporter to find an empty room, order some food cut into standard cubes that could be easily picked up with their limbs, and then start studying the table. Those dining tables double as writing desks, with questions, formulas and answers from previous customers always on them. If the new customer can't answer it, he has to add his name and ideas to the edit entry, waiting for the next person to continue the challenge. Most problems are always solvable, or are quickly abandoned, but a few guests are far more persistent than imagined. The equivalent problem of upgrading a certain third-level wishing machine once made a researcher sit in the same room. The two central cities have more than one standard year.
The numerous tower school headquarters in Zhisicheng has led to another different branch style. The themes of the Thirteen Schools are always presented in turn in the branch lobby, and apprentices of the corresponding schools will be invited to decide on the specific decoration to convey the ideological characteristics of the school. Lectures and discussions were held frequently, and the most popular feature was that everyone was allowed to pretend not to know each other. When a White Tower apprentice who must abide by apprentice etiquette in daily life and walk on the city's ground, and a highly respected Spire Master who is always allowed to fly freely meet at the table where Mao is hungry, the restaurant The unspoken rules will allow them to eat as equals without mentioning their status or school rules. The mages tacitly allow this to happen, because whether it is for apprentices who are keen to participate in lectures and practice diligently, or for apprentices who are exhausted from the pressure of life and just want to take a breather, this kind of team-building dinner is obviously very useful. benefit.
Upsilon also mentioned the branch in Kebei City, but at this time Luo Binhan quietly began to be distracted and did not listen to the stories of the bankrupts. He stared at Upsilon, but in his head he was wondering about Fake and Wuyuan. Fak ate in this restaurant, and it was Upsilon's request that they come here to eat. Is this a pure coincidence, or did Upsilon do it intentionally? Until they started calling the waiter to pay the bill, Luo Binhan didn't find any guilt in the behavior of the Yongguang clan man, so he couldn't judge.
"How do guests pay?" the waiter asked.
"Star network scan." Jing Huang said. At this moment Luo Binhan interrupted him and asked to go to the toilet again. Jing Huang agreed impatiently. Luo Binhan went to the toilet, washed his face and straightened his appearance. When he came back, he asked the waiter for take-out desserts and snacks. At this time, the waiter told him that if he planned to participate in the Maodu Tuntun branch collection event, he could provide a certified branch badge.
Luo Binhan readily agreed, then grabbed the snack bag and badge and asked, "Can I take another book? Read your corporate culture again?"
"Why are you doing so many things?" Jing Huang said. Despite this, the waiter excitedly provided Luo Binhan with a hardcover version of twelve volumes of Maodudutuntun's corporate culture brochure. Luo Binhan rejected most of them and only took away "Corner Corner" which he had not finished. He strode under Jing Huang's sharp gaze and rode the button tunnel back to the hotel lobby, where all the mechanical dolls saw them off. The moment they stepped out of Mao Belly Tun's sign, Luo Binhan nimbly slid back, letting Momolo block in front of him.
"Old Mo," he said, "I suddenly felt that your back is very beautiful. You feel like the protagonist of a special photo film, you know?"
"Really, Mr. Luo! Thank you for your compliment!"
"You're welcome. Can I watch a little longer?"
"It's okay! You can watch as long as you want!"
Jing Huang, who had been staring at him, finally spoke. The pirate leader gritted his teeth and asked, "What the hell are you doing?"
"Nothing happened." Luo Binhan said. He began to look around, trying to find where Fake was lying. Until he heard the restaurant door behind him being pushed open again. He turned his head and saw Fake emerging from the half-open restaurant door holding a badge, waving to them in a natural manner.
"Uh, Xuan Hong, long time no see." He said, "Have you finished eating yet? I just talked with Luo Binhan for a while. Let's find a suitable place to talk. The left hand I made for you last time is gone again..."
When the storm blew up, Luo Binhan grabbed Momolo's shoulder in time and pulled him to the right side. Then he hugged the baby with his left hand, covered his eyes with his right hand, and calmly waited for the storm of flames to roar into the sky. When he opened his eyes again, there were countless screams, sirens, and explosions coming from nowhere. The entire sky above the port was glowing with bright, blazing green fire, eclipsing all the nebulae and lights. Luo Binhan sighed and put his hand into the snack bag at his feet.
"Mr. Luo, Mr. Xuanhong got into a fight with someone!"
"Not bad." Luo Binhan chewed and commented. He opened "The Corner of Plenty" and turned to the page he had not finished reading. After a while, Zhou Ba also squatted down next to him and quietly reached into the snack bag.
"Mr. Luo, Mr. Xuanhong seems to have someone else's head in his hands! Let's stop him quickly!"
"Yeah." Luo Binhan said, rubbing Zhou Ba's head. He knew that there was no one in the entire port who looked more suspicious, more evil, and more unpredictable than him. At this moment, he was simply like the mastermind behind the entire universe. This was really the best thing about this dinner party.
