Fu Nagagawa holds sugar in his mouth, and the sweetness spreads on the tip of his tongue.
Not sure if it was an illusion, but he vaguely smelled the same sweet smell on Cha Jiu.
But unlike the sweetness of toffee, her sweetness is astringent, like crushed strawberry juice, and like the sweet stamens stained with morning dew.
"tasty."
Fu Nagachuan was commenting on the taste of toffee, but his eyes couldn't help but fall on Cha Jiu's delicate and plump lips.
Chajiu's eyebrows arched, and he consciously moved his head closer to ask for her exclusive compliment.
Fu Nagachuan reached out and patted her head.
Only then did Chajiu feel satisfied.
"I still have gifts to give you." She continued to write on his palm.
Chajiu jumped down from the table, nimbly ran into the orchestra room, and took out the things she had spent so much effort on.
It's a silver-gray gun.
Uki Nagagawa held it in his hand and immediately felt a different texture from ordinary weapons.
Guan Xian chased him out, and when he saw the gun falling into Fu Changchuan's hand, he was both aware and jealous.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it turned out to be for the boss. No wonder I stayed up for several nights and my head was on the floor and I still refused to sleep."
Cha Jiu hid behind Fu Changchuan with some embarrassment.
Orchestra introduction: "I watched her make this gun. One word, god, two words, match you, three words, so jealous."
He didn't seem to introduce anything.
But Ukinagawa had already seen the extraordinary nature of this gun from his attitude.
Chajiu said in sign language: "It has a name."
Guan Xuan relayed her sign language interpretation, then curled her lips and added: "Yes, I don't have a share in the things, so I have to be your interpreter."
Fu Nagachuan stroked the gun in his hand and asked, "What did you name it?"
"Star Trail."
"Star track?"
Cha Jiu nodded and gestured quickly.
"Do you know star trails? We usually see stars in the night sky that don't seem to move. But in fact, if you use a camera to record in situ for a long time, you will get many circular trajectories of moving stars. These trajectories are star trails."
However, star orbits are not actually the movement of stars, but a record of the apparent motion of stars when the earth rotates.
Uki Nagagawa pondered: "So looking at the stationary stars, their relative motion trajectories can also be captured?"
"certainly."
"Interesting," he asked, "but what does this have to do with this gun?"
Cha Jiu suddenly stretched out his hand towards him.
Fu Nagachuan felt the cool fingertips lightly tap on his left eye.
He opened his eyes again and watched her gesturing with a serious expression.
——"Your eyes are as brilliant as star trails."
Fu Nagachuan was stunned for a moment.
This was the first time someone described his eyes like this.
He only saw in his left eye the danger of losing control and the sins that could not be erased.
But she saw the gorgeous and beautiful star trails.
The two looked at each other, speechless at the moment.
Guan Xian suddenly felt full, burped and slipped out of the kitchen, never to do this frustrating translation again.
Chajiu caught Fu Nagachuan's hand holding the gun and motioned for him to try it quickly.
Fukunagawa looked at her expectant look and couldn't bear to refuse. He took the gun out of the base and randomly found a giant mutant plant to test the gun.
When a gun is fired, the bullet burrows into the target's body at extremely high speed and explodes with it as the center, forming hundreds of circular fragmentation trajectories that rapidly cut through the mutated plants.
The circular ballistic trajectory is like a star orbit, constantly diverging, completely cutting targets within the range into pieces.
No wonder it’s called Star Trail.
The trajectory of the ballistic trajectory is like a circle of closed rings.
Uki Nagagawa examined the gun in his hand and was even more surprised by Chajiu's ability.
…
Jiang Tiantian spent a week having dinner with Yuan Feiyun before she settled down and devoted herself to research on improving biochemical guns.
She refined new toxins and finally increased the performance of the biochemical gun by 90%.
Jiang Tiantian was overjoyed and had already begun to prepare in advance to receive the medal of outstanding scientific researchers.
But when she brought the new version of the biochemical gun to Yuan Feiyun's office and wanted to share the joy with him for the first time, she saw him being scolded.
A majestic-looking middle-aged man in military uniform was banging his knuckles on the table and yelling.
"This is what you applied for a large amount of funds to build a biochemical gun? Do you know that there are such biochemical guns circulating everywhere now? Your research project has already been taken advantage of, which is meaningless!"
"I am explaining to them every day why they should approve your funding application. You made five or six reports, chased me, and swore that the project that would definitely pay off was actually something that others had already researched? Why not put it into practice? This money will be used to build more agricultural gardens!”
Yuan Feiyun stood silently next to the seat, pursed his lips and lowered his eyes, listening quietly to the instruction without making any rebuttal.
This angry middle-aged man named Chen Yuan was in charge of all legion affairs. He was Yuan Zheng's right-hand man and his godfather who watched Yuan Feiyun grow up.
Chen Yuan's current attitude towards Yuan Feiyun is that he hates iron for not being able to become steel.
"You want to perform in front of Chief Yuan and prove your abilities. There is nothing wrong with that, but you can't..."
Jiang Tiantian couldn't stand it, so she walked straight in without even knocking on the office door, and said in a cold voice: "It is common for scientific research results to be counterfeited, but the quality will be greatly compromised. Biochemical guns on the market Even if it imitates the operating system we have developed, its power will definitely not be comparable to ours."
She didn't know Chen Yuan's identity, so she spoke mercilessly and in a cold tone.
Yuan Feiyun quickly reminded her: "This is Chief Chen."
In the base, only people with similar status to Yuan Zheng are qualified to be honored as chiefs.
Chen Yuan is also one of them, and participated in the initial establishment of the North District base together with Yuan Zheng.
Jiang Tiantian's expression changed, but she quickly recovered: "Chief Chen, I was offended just now. But for scientific researchers, the research results are like their biological children, and they cannot tolerate theft or questioning by others. At present, I am very interested in biochemical research. The gun has been improved and its power must be unmatched by the counterfeiters."
Yuan Feiyun was relieved after hearing this.
If Jiang Tiantian's improved biochemical gun can be stronger, it can be regarded as an explanation for the funds applied for.
Chen Yuan snorted coldly: "Your improvement? How much has it improved?"
Jiang Tiantian raised her chin slightly: "It's an increase of 90% compared to the original."
The office suddenly fell silent.
Chen Yuan burst out laughing.
Jiang Tiantian thought he was happy, but who knew that the next second he was severely slapped in the face.
"Ninety percent!" Chen Yuan looked at her mockingly, "Do you know how powerful the counterfeit you are talking about is? It has increased by 150%! They even invented a biochemical cannon with high power. Give three hundred percent.”
Jiang Tiantian's face turned pale and she almost screamed: "How is this possible?"
She restored the biological gun strictly according to the numerical thresholds in the Shen couple's manuscript. All the numerical values had been adjusted to the limit by her, and there was no room for breakthrough.
Replacing it with a stronger new toxin was the last solution she could think of after racking her brains.
Yuan Feiyun's voice was harsh: "The biochemical guns outside are even still using old toxins."
In other words, they simply improved the power of the gun by modifying its internal operating structure, making it even more powerful.
This sentence hurt Jiang Tiantian's self-esteem. She felt both humiliated and uneasy.
What worries her is who is so talented that he can easily solve problems that even the parents of the Shen family, who are at the top of the scientific research world, cannot solve?
Jiang Tiantian took a deep breath and wanted to defend herself, but was interrupted by Chen Yuan.
"Okay, Miss Shen, since the condition of our deal with your parents at the beginning was the research results of the R potion, now you can just focus on your own project, and you don't need to worry about other research."
Chen Yuan's denial turned Jiang Tiantian's long-term efforts into a joke.
Jiang Tiantian felt like her face was being torn off and thrown to the ground, being trampled back and forth.
"Or..." Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes, "You have made no progress at all in your research on R-potion?"
