Chapter 223 You are the most important activation factor

At night, at three o'clock in the morning, a roar was heard in the distance.

He Jing opened his eyes instantly, and in the darkness, a pair of cat eyes emitted a faint blue light.

He Jing has recently moved to the dormitory of the research institute. Soon, voices and footsteps were heard outside.

There was a knock on the door.

Lin Feifei's voice came over, "Xiao He, are you awake?"

He Jing put on a coat and opened the door. "Yeah, you're awake. What's going on now?"

"The war has begun. I just inquired about it, and I'm not very optimistic." Lin Feifei rubbed her eyes, looking unusually serious. "The third batch has not yet been completed, and the success rate has begun to decline."

In late autumn and early winter, the wind outside the window roared like a tiger, and the distant horizon was dotted with flames.

The night was wrapped in the cold wind and swept through people's hearts.

The research institute clearly had a constant temperature system installed, and the windows were clearly not open.

But the coldness was like countless silver needles covered with frost, piercing through the skin and flesh into the gaps between bones.

He Jing unconsciously pulled his coat closer, and the message sent by Gu Zheng two minutes ago appeared in his smart brain.

[The King of the Forest: The war has begun. Don't be afraid. I'll grill some fish for you when I come back.]

Qi Chaoli lowered his eyes and took out two bottles of warm milk from his pocket. "Drink some, it will warm you up."

Lin Feifei took it, took a sip, and felt a little more alive. She turned to look at He Jing, "Are you still sleeping?"

"No," He Jing held the milk, the warmth flowing through his fingertips to dispel the cold wind, "I'll go to the lab and keep an eye on it for a while."

"Okay, I guess you're going too. Let's go, I'll go too."

It wasn't just the three of them. The dormitory building was bustling with people, the laboratory building was brightly lit, and the doctor's footsteps overlapped as they rushed in the same direction.

Jiang Wenqing also took charge personally and made personnel arrangements.

Urgency is a huge rock weighing on everyone's heart.

The sounds of instruments, footsteps, conversations, and even breathing all became filled with a sense of noise.

He Jing closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down. His nose lifted slightly, and a familiar fragrance came to him.

"Mint-flavored dried fish, would you like some?"

"...Eat." He Jing took it from Jiang Wenqing and took a bite. "It's delicious, but this is made by Uncle Huiming, right?"

"Huh? You can guess this? I think it tastes the same?" Jiang Wenqing was surprised. After taking a bite, she found no difference.

He Jing smiled, her eyes curved like crescent moons, "Uncle Huiming fried the dried fish very evenly, lacking some flexibility."

"Why don't you just tell me that I didn't fry it evenly?" Jiang Wenqing deliberately wanted to tease her, raising her eyebrows and pretending to be angry.

"No!" He Jing naturally saw through her thoughts, smiled and leaned over, hugging her arms and acting coquettishly, "The soul of seasoning is unevenness! It's delicious when some light and some heavy! Just like senbei!"

"What senbei?"

“A small snack~”

Jiang Wenqing smiled and helped her straighten her messy hair. "Don't be so stubborn. At this stage of the experiment, it doesn't matter who's watching over you. Just make sure you rest."

He Jing nodded obediently, and Jiang Wenqing left in a hurry.

The war was tense and everyone was busy.

Information from the front continued to arrive, and the situation was not optimistic.

On the second day of the war, elite troops from other war zones came to support.

Among them is Song Feng.

He Jing met him briefly. He Jing had a tall and strong figure, exuding an indomitable temperament and looking extraordinarily tough.

"Sister Xiaohe, Aunt Chen asked me to say hello to you on their behalf."

"How are the other war zones?"

Song Feng nodded and took out a peace amulet. "The Central Star is very safe. The other war zones are not the main battlefields. This is given to you by Aunt Chen to keep you safe."

This amulet is much more exquisite than the one Gu Zheng gave her and the one she gave to Gu Zheng.

He Jing took it, looked at it carefully, and put it together with the one given by Gu Zheng.

"I just happen to have something for you."

This is the multi-shaped badge she made some time ago, and Song Feng's copy has not been sent out yet.

"This is the badge I made. It's one of a kind in the world." He Jing demonstrated it to him with a smile, and Song Feng was amazed.

"Sister Xiaohe, you are really amazing! No wonder Aunt Chen always says it's a pity that you don't study design."

He Jing smiled and handed him another Gu family badge. "This is for Xiaorong. When you're done, take it back to him."

Song Feng paused for a moment, remained silent for a while, and then continued, "Sister Xiaohe..."

"Okay, I won't waste your time. Go and come back safely."

Song Feng held the badges of both people tightly, his eyes solemn, "Okay."

Time seemed to be both short and long, and He Jing couldn't help but feel anxious when he heard the news coming from the front.

The roar was getting closer and closer to Klan Star.

He Jing began to have trouble sleeping all night long.

The night sky was no longer silent and dark, and Gu Zheng reported safety every now and then.

The sky garden of the research institute became He Jing's favorite place to go when he was daydreaming. Only here could he seem to breathe a sigh of relief.

The sky is twinkling with stars, and the weather forecast indicates that it will snow in three days.

Zhou Bai stood by the window in the corridor, looking at the person staring into the distance in the darkness, feeling a pang of sadness in his heart.

He raised his hands and lowered his head, taking a deep puff of the cigarette, as if he wanted to wrap all his worries, distractions, and past in the smoke and swallow them.

After a long time, he slowly opened his lips, and wisps of white smoke seeped out from between his lips, blurring his eyebrows and eyes.

The blanket fell gently, and He Jing suddenly came back to his senses. His voice was a little hoarse, "Brother Zhou?"

"It's freezing cold, don't fall down first."

He Jing smiled and put on the blanket, "No, I brought a hot pack."

Zhou Bai was silent for a moment, his eyes deep, "Do you really want to create the ultimate K80?"

"Of course! This might decide the outcome of the battle."

"Even if it means sacrificing yourself?"

He Jing didn't understand, but he remained firm, "Of course, exchanging myself for tens of thousands of soldiers and federal citizens on the front lines is a great deal."

Zhou Bai slowly loosened his clenched hands, stood aside and looked towards the horizon along her gaze.

When He Jing thought that tonight's conversation had ended here, Zhou Bai suddenly said, "Don't worry, it will be over soon."

He Jing stared at him in a daze, feeling that something seemed to have changed about the person in front of him.

The next morning, Zhou Bai appeared in the laboratory.

Half an hour later, the ultimate k80 was born.

Outside the corridor, Jiang Wenqing, who had rushed over after hearing the news, and the three of them stood facing each other.

"So, you already knew what the problem was?"

He Jing had a cold face and spoke in a stiff voice.

"Not only me, I believe Teacher Jiang has guessed it too."

"...Indeed, Xiaohe, the Ultimate K80 lacks a most important activation factor."

He Jing's heart moved slightly, "What is it?"

Jiang Wenqing was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Your mental strength."

"We've tried to find other ways, and based on the experimental data, Xiaobai and I agree that if we give you a little more time, you'll definitely be able to find one."

"But I can't wait any longer."

He Jing couldn't describe how he felt now. It was like the knife hanging over his head was finally about to fall, and he felt relieved.

"Something happened on the front line?"