After taking a shower at night, Xiangchuan sat on the bedside and flipped through the shopping page on the terminal's light screen. There was also a light screen for taking notes hanging next to the window.
"Bowls, plates, chopsticks, knives, forks and spoons...it's better to buy big and small spoons...there are so few small bowls and cups..."
"Pots...pots...why are they all metal pots? Are casseroles already a cultural relic in modern times?"
"Vegetables, meat, flour... Do you need rice flour? Now that there is yeast, rice flour is of no use. Even if it is made into rice noodle scalding powder, if there is no soy sauce and oyster sauce for seasoning... let's put it aside."
She muttered while writing and deleting in her notes. She probably stayed up almost until midnight before sorting out the list of club necessities. After stretching her somewhat stiff shoulders, Kagawa looked at the list and nodded with satisfaction. After saving it, she went directly Turn off the lights, get under the covers and fall asleep, all at once.
Let’s take it to the two new club members tomorrow!
She thought excitedly, but because she was a little too excited, she closed her eyes and fell asleep two hours later.
When I was woken up by the alarm clock in the morning, I almost couldn't hold on and went back to sleep.
"Hooah~~...Yating, Liang Gong, good morning."
Kagawa yawned and entered the classroom. Seeing that his two friends had arrived at school early, he immediately quickened his pace and went over to say hello.
"Tuan...President, good morning."
Liang Gong subconsciously wanted to call him the leader, but then he remembered that his club had changed its name yesterday, and quickly changed the title.
"Just call me by name. There is no need to stress this in class."
Xiangchuan shrank his neck and saw Ouyang Yating looking at her with a complicated expression, and he was confused: "Yating, what's wrong? Is there something on my face?"
"No... um..." Ouyang Yating rubbed her temples, thinking that this is the only name Yating has ever been called by her parents and brothers at home. This is the first time for her classmates to call her that. Her president is really familiar with her, "I forgot. As I said, good morning, Kagawa."
"Hmm!... Phew~..."
Kagawa, who didn't know that he was classified as a social cow by his own company members, happily sat on his seat and couldn't help but yawned again.
"Good morning, Kagawa, why do you look like you haven't woken up? What were you doing yesterday?"
Qiu Manman jumped over and asked curiously.
"I did make new stuff, but it wasn't because of this that I stayed up late."
As he spoke, Xiangchuan opened the terminal and swung the form document compiled yesterday in the left and right directions in front of Ouyang Yating and Liang Gong.
"This is……?"
Ouyang Yating swiped the form on the light screen and frowned slightly at the messy sorting.
When Xiangchuan was about to explain, the school bell (or should we say bell? Music? Xiangchuan: In short, it is called the school bell) rang, and the head teacher Zhu Bingwen stepped into the classroom with the bell ringing.
"Good morning, classmates." Zhu Bingwen smiled and waved, "If you don't return to your seat within three seconds, you will have to clean the sports ground during lunch break today."
There was a lot of excitement, and Xiangchuan could only send the two of them a text message "Let's talk after class" and hurriedly opened the history file of the teaching program to prepare for class.
In order to arrange the construction procedures of the club activity room the day before yesterday and to decorate the interior yesterday, Xiangchuan missed the history class of his homeroom teacher for two consecutive days. When he heard it today, he found it to be quite interesting.
Just like the history lessons of China in the 21st century start with the oldest ancient emperors of Yan and Huang, the history lessons of 30,000 years later will also start from 5,000 years ago in Tianyuan. This was also the first time she came into contact with the knowledge related to the "Dark Virus Crisis" that created a gap in inheritance between the AD civilization and the Tianyuan Era. She had only taken a quick glance at it when checking historical information on the Internet, but did not make in-depth inquiries.
"...In Tianyuan 5000, at that time, the twelve fleets were not distributed in different directions in the same star field as they are now, but were sailing together in space. Therefore, when the virus crisis broke out, no fleet was spared."
"The source of the virus outbreak is still an unsolved mystery. Some say that Ares of the Ninth Fleet was infected while exploring new planetary resources, and some say that Hermes of the Eleventh Fleet came into contact with it while piloting. It is caused by unknown substances, and some even think that it is caused by the mutation of the substances we brought from the earth in the universe. Of course, this is absolutely impossible."
"Teacher," Liang Gong raised his hand and asked, "Why can we conclude that it is definitely not caused by the earth's materials? Isn't it because we entered the universe because the earth's environment has deteriorated so that humans cannot survive?"
"That's a good question, classmate Liang Gong." Zhu Bingwen smiled and nodded, and then said: "First of all, the land resources of the main ship and escort ships of the Twelve Fleet were obtained using material conversion technology. They are not local materials on the earth. The fleet The creatures on the planet are also reproduced based on the past gene pool using material transformation technology and cloning technology, rather than being transplanted from the earth. According to the remaining records, people did not take away any physical material native to the earth when they left the earth. , including clothes and furniture, everyone will enter twelve disinfection procedures when boarding the spaceship to ensure that no one brings pollutants from the earth to the crew."
"Because it was impossible to carry physical matter into the fleet, scholars in various fields at that time tried their best to store the world's books and existing information on the earth's network into the servers of each fleet. At the same time, in order to ensure that the technology inside would not be People will use it maliciously to repeat the mistakes of the Earth War. At that time, these data were encrypted and kept in layers by the scholars of each ship group."
"But this has also become the biggest loss of the dark virus crisis."
When mentioning this matter, Zhu Bingwen couldn't help but sigh. As a scholar, no one would not beat his chest for this loss.
"After the unfortunate death of the scholars in charge of the encryption program, the development of all areas of the fleet came to a standstill. It was not until people cooperated with the Sagittarius dwarf ellipsoidal galaxy life group 'Xueke' to eliminate this demonic virus that the situation was prevented from happening. It keeps getting worse.”
"Even so, after the crisis, most people fell into the sadness of the death of relatives and friends. Many people committed suicide or caused violence because of this. Some people even claimed that this was a punishment for humans to step into space. Everyone should return to Earth...something like that."
This is really a familiar operation. Xiangchuan thought of a novel written by a well-known domestic science fiction writer that he had read in his previous life.
"The government at that time did its best just to prevent further collapse of social order, and had no time to deal with the data on the server. It was not until Tianyuan 5500 that social order was barely restored. However, during this crisis, the population dropped from 12 billion. 300 million.”
Even less than China, which has not yet entered the 21st century! Kagawa took a breath, and instantly understood why people were so desperate at that time. The human activity area of a fleet's main ship is 15 million square kilometers, which is slightly smaller than modern Russia, and the average population A fleet only has about 25 million people, only a quarter of Ni Hong!
After experiencing a physically and mentally exhausting crisis, how can we not feel despair when looking at the silent streets where things and people have changed?
