Little Mushroom

Chapter 37:

Even mushrooms know that these three words are not good words.

But Anzhe could not refute.

He walked past the door, and the guard at the sentry box witnessed the scene, looking furious and unspeakable.

Anzhe understood them.

Although the rank of judge is not the largest, in terms of killing, the authority is the highest and no one wants to offend Lu Yan.

-He too.

So he said, "Thank you, Colonel."

"No thanks," Lu Yan said, "go and take a leave in the afternoon."

An Zhe: "... Ah?"

Lu Yan seemed to squint his eyes casually, and said lightly, "Follow me to the lighthouse."

An Zhe: "What are you going to do?"

Lu Yan: "Dr. Ji is looking for you."

An Zhe was a little skeptical of the truth of this sentence. Why did Dr. Ji look for him?

For a moment he suspected that this was the reason why Lu Yan wanted to arrest him to enter the lighthouse, but he felt that his morning performance was seamless, and even Serran took the initiative to speak for him.

An Zhe: "."

He suddenly realized that he didn't seem to be very smart in Tsering's eyes.

But even if he is not a wise human, he is a wise mushroom. Going to the lighthouse is something he ca n’t wait for.

He said, "OK."

Lu Yan gave a slight "um" and turned to leave.

When the children were led by the military instructor, An Zhe was sitting on a bench beside him, and he would be called over when the instructor needed someone to help—such as scoring and timing.

There was nothing else to do, and the office didn't have any books he was interested in. He could only take a guide to the operation of various weapons.

Colin didn't sit with him, but sat down on a bench next to him. He made new friends. He was a teacher of language and literature in the next class, a boy in his twenties.

At this time, the book page spread out by Anzhe details a large fighter model named "PL1109". This is a masterpiece of human technology in the magnetic field chaos of that year. The base's unique independent cruise system can accurately locate the course in the absence of magnetic fields.

——It sounds great, but Anzhe has no interest in it, even because he didn't sleep all night, and started to doze off faintly.

On his right-hand side, Colin and the Chinese teacher's greetings were over. They exchanged names and started talking. The content of the conversation was blown into Anzhe's ears.

"Do you like the main city?" Colin asked.

Anze was keenly aware that Colin was about to preach again.

"Why don't you like it?" Said the boy. "The main city gave us a stable life."

He also seems to be a talkative person. As soon as this sentence ends, the next sentence continues: "It's been a month since we came to the main city. What do you think?"

"It's not like it," Colin said.

"Why?" Said the boy, "I do n’t have to be a mercenary to go out to die. I never thought about it before. I thank my mother every day for forcing me to finish three courses, although she mainly wanted me to finish the language. And economy, if you go to the supply station in the future, you won't have to go to the field to discuss life. "

Colin was silent for a moment and asked, "What about your mother?"

"Dead in the wild," he said, "my father didn't come back for a few years after they adopted me, and she didn't come back later."

"Sorry," Colin said.

"It's okay." The boy smiled. "Seeing habits. How about you?"

"My mother was killed by the judge, father ... he stayed in District 6 when we went to the main city."

"Sorry." The boy also said.

But the exchange of each other's experience seemed to quickly pull into the relationship between the two of them. After a brief silence, the boy looked at the children on the training ground, hugged his arms behind his head, and sighed: "I have been in the outer city for a long time I forgot that we all came out of the main city when we were young. "

"I remember it quite well." Colin: "I wanted to be a biologist when I was five or six years old, and my grades were good, but I still couldn't stay in the main city."

"I wanted to be an officer when I was a kid," the boy said. "I fell down during the final assessment. The military didn't want me."

Colin said: "Destiny is fickle."

"I want to start. Our qualifications are not enough, even if you stay, it will be uncomfortable." And the boy sighed: "It may not be happy to stay in the main city. I heard that some people want to organize and study human archives. Excellent mathematical talent, can only calculate the trajectory in the lighthouse for a lifetime. You think about it, you want to be a biologist, and as a result, the base feels that you are more suitable as a linguist, let you translate the literature, how uncomfortable. If I change it, I will Sudden death. "

"That's why I don't like the base," Colin said. "It's like a cold-blooded, ruthless machine."

"You have to think of yourself as a small part. Your gene is your model, which determines which sector you work in."

Colin smiled, "You're funny."

The boy said, "The comparison of our language learning is metaphorical."

"But humans are not parts. The base, under the banner of serving all human interests, has been losing humanity."

"How else? We can't eat the white rice at the base, we have to make some value." The boy stood up, he looked at the children in front.

"I really like children." He suddenly smiled happily. "I love this job so much. Maybe one day, there is a peerless genius in the children I teach that can save the world."

He turned to himself and said, "I'll have to prepare for the lesson."

Anzhetuo looked at him curiously, and then looked back at Colin.

Colin didn't speak anymore, An Zhe thought, he couldn't find his comrades this time.

In the outer city, it was time for Colin to hold a slogan "against the judge". What would he do if he were in the main city? Anzhe thinks it might be "against human classification" or "we want freedom" and the like.

His mind gradually became confused and more and more sleepy, and he tried to concentrate on looking at military illustrations. He hurriedly turned over the fighter part and looked at the weapon part. The bombs of different equivalents, uranium bombs, hydrogen bombs, could just blast a mushroom into pieces. But he is not afraid that human beings and things in the abyss are different. They are a kind of regular creatures. As long as he obeys the rules, he can live.

——He spent one morning like this. At noon, the children finished training. Several pups bumped into it. The other pups felt that the training was too difficult. They didn't go to eat and surrounded the bench. He hummed.

An Zhe gently applied a bandage to a cub, while comforting a short-haired girl who felt that training was too difficult: "Come on, you can be an officer after training."

The girl said, "Can't I just eliminate it?"

An Zhe: "No."

He thought that even if he could not stay in the main city, he should train well. Otherwise, when they grow up-if the outer city resumes operation at that time, the children with poor physical fitness, no one is adopted, no mercenary team is willing to ask, and can not get the civil service of the city office or supply station, only Can go to the third floor underground, whether it is a boy or a girl.

He stayed there for a month, knowing that the people there were not doing well.

So he said, "You must train hard."

The girl hugged his arm and said, "But after training as an officer, I have to train every day."

An Zhe touched her hair and thought for a while: "But there is a nice uniform."

A boy looked at the soldiers on the training ground and said, "Ugly dead."

"The rank is not high enough," An Zhe said to him seriously. "It's nice to wait for you to upgrade to ... Colonel."

"Really?" The cub asked.

"Is that guy so good-looking?" Said another cub.

An Zhe: "Which."

The cub pointed behind him.

Ann turned his head.

——On a telephone pole two or three meters away from the side, leaning on a colonel in a black uniform, so close, the cubs were not afraid of him.