Chapter 189 Capital Alliance: Reject Stereotypes!!!
[It looks like the four major regions have merged 100 years later? It's really a fantasy. 】【The second star region can refer to a large region. In decimal conversion, the protagonist's identity is one of the ten city CEOs of the Capital Alliance Technology Planet. 】【Get,】【Is this Belis Luo really one of the ten city CEOs in reality? 】【It's not the same track at all. Luo is a research and development engineer on the military technology side in reality. 】【A piece of knowledge that is not uncommon, the CEO positions of the ten cities of the Capital Alliance Technology Star have been monopolized by technology families for generations, and have never been handed over to other surnames. The old surname of Belin occupies one, and Jane Ning also occupies one. But Jane Ning was snatched from other ten city families in the last century. 】【Tsk tsk. 】
@Fit: […
Where should I start my story?
My childhood was controversial, my teenage years were equally eye-catching, my prime years were the peak of my life, and until my decline, I was still interviewed by a famous insect magazine that sold all over the Union every year. Just listen to my job title to know. ]
[It feels like that. ] [Fit Station opens! How many tons of Capital Alliance Zerg does Fit sell in a day? ]
[…
After some thought, I decided to start my story from the middle of my prime years.
When I was 29 years old, it was the year 2100. The Alliance implemented a new engineering reform and decided to merge the science and technology sector with the military-industrial warfare technology sector.
Everyone knows.
The life span of insects depends on their genetic level.
One hundred years after the establishment of the Alliance, some stubborn technological conservatives have survived from the old era to the new era, and they still have excellent core scientific and technological capabilities in their hands.
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Although I used a slightly derogatory tone to describe the technological conservatives, it is true that the original technology of our tribe's algorithmic eye that currently monitors and predicts the location of the formation of alien tides - the war AI Sibyl - comes from the AI algorithm mastered by the conservatives.
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[Is this what I understood? ? ] [Can the AI algorithm predict the formation of the alien tide? ? ] […] [Absolutely impossible! Fate must have used the bragging of third-rate technology tabloids as material! Even when the first generation AI motherboard sealed in the capital alliance's Hephis City was first produced, it was impossible to predict the formation point of the alien tide! ] - This comment has been deleted by the super administrator. The account is locked and seized -
The comment section was instantly in an uproar!
The audience was still discussing the gossip and scandals between the ACC, the Capitals, and the Western Conference Cat's Eye.
The host Fate suddenly came up with a brilliant idea, pointing directly to the most troublesome problem facing the Zerg Universe, the alien invasion. The comment section was stuck for half a second, and two voices quickly emerged: the denial of the Fate theory and the neutral conjecture theory.
The deniers cited classics, the distances and crystal walls among the billions of stars in the four major regions of the Zerg Universe, and various celestial theories to refute the short plot written by Fate.
The neutral speculators are much simpler. They ask soul-searching questions: [Ah, are you questioning the idea of a tech giant who has been arrested for three months but still hasn’t been caught?]
Those who deny Fite: [……]
Those who deny Fitovich: [Let’s talk about scientific evidence! ]
Neutral faction: [I’m telling you that reality has failed, but you’re talking about science. I’m telling you that science has failed, but you’ve never successfully located Fate’s coordinates. Aren’t you, the deniers, tired of fighting with your left and right brains? ? ]
The comment section was filled with noise, while the pixelated figures in the live broadcast room were strolling leisurely.
[…
Oh. Am I starting to talk about interviews in history books and magazines again?
Don't worry, scholar. I am already in my late prime. Please understand my bad habit of reminiscing about the past.
What? Well, of course not, I didn't intentionally prolong my interview. I have to talk about the background time before I became the head of District 1, after all, that was when I reunited with Monesa.
[Author's note: I think Mr. Baylis deliberately delayed the interview time. I was only authorized for 4 hours of interview this time. Mr. Baylis took up more of the interview time, and the other interviewee's appearance time will be reduced. ps: Maybe some rumors in the urban tabloids are true. Mr. Baylis does not love his partner and partner completely. I heard that they had huge conflicts before they got married? - This paragraph was deleted for publication]
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For half a century, the tide of alien beasts has continuously invaded our homeland. Many brilliant military-industrial technology armors have been lost with the fall of star soldiers; many technology families and medical technology families have also been lost forever in the depths of the dark universe because of the disconnection of black hole channels.
Military technology and science and technology merged into a new district, a new science star, Prometheus was born.]
[Wait a minute, Fate? This female insect and you have conflicts before marriage, can you still get married?] [Fate, don't use insect emotions to discredit Belis of the Capital Alliance... Even if our Capital Alliance insects are sometimes mean and like to blackmail contracts, 9.5 out of 10 sentences are not true, and the last 0.5 will be reserved for you!] [I couldn't tell for a moment whether the previous bullet screen was a self-explosion or a cross-dressing.]
The comment section was completely choked by Fate. A few minutes ago, the Capital Alliance faction was still arguing about technology, and the next second they immediately proved themselves to be good bugs in the comment section. Some family bugs even posted screenshots of their family charity certificates.
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Before the establishment of Prometheus, I worked as a mid-level researcher in a planetary research city in the Military Technology Zone, specializing in weapons research and war machinery.
Oh, that's a mouthful? War Machine is the official name of mecha.
After the establishment of Prometheus, the teaching system and academic system of military technology and science and technology were completely remade.
The establishment of the technological main star was due to the fact that the technological school was complacent, the star military heroine died and lost her powerful armor, the □□ waterway was disconnected, and countless families who mastered special technologies were lost forever in the depths of the universe.
The reconstruction of the academic system and the engineering system is a necessary integration of scientific and technological resources. Everything is for the purpose of enabling the Zerg after 2100 to regain the glory of the past war period.
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Shi Cunjin paused for a moment to think, and did not continue to describe the technological background in depth, choosing to stop there.
He can clearly write in the story that the future society will be destroyed and rebuilt, because this is common sense in the eyes of the Zerg. Planets attacked by aliens certainly need to be rebuilt. When the alien tide comes, star regions and planets are not absolutely safe.
But the story begins with a deep dive into the restructuring of the technology school, which can be regarded as a direct attack on the hornet's nest of the technology family.
Shi Cunjin slightly adjusted the order of the story, focusing on the love part first.
@Fite: […
Haha, for more detailed background of scientific and technological cooperation, scholars can look for references in history books. After all, you are not here to take a history class.
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With the establishment of the new city of Prometheus, researchers who are not from technological families have new opportunities for promotion and a large number of learning opportunities.
Prometheus is a giant planet with over a million cities.
After the restructuring of the education system and the internal professional title system, a large number of professional titles became vacant.
At that time, the Alliance encouraged all war technology developers and scientific and technological researchers to participate in the competition for promotion based on the research and development value of the technical projects in their hands, and there were no restrictions on senior titles.
Even if you are of average or low quality, as long as you have a patent for your own research and development, you can apply for research and development funds and laboratories. Once approved, you can go to the university to enroll.
The year 2100 was a good year. In that year, a large number of senior positions in Prometheus were vacant, and many technology zones could not even fill the position of Chief Technology Officer.
Unlike other colleagues, I was not seduced by R&D funding and dedicated laboratories and quickly plunged into short-term rewards, opened a laboratory, recruited students, and became a mentor admired by insects.
In the first week after Prometheus was built, I chose to study in a science and technology school, breaking away from the military-industrial technology system and experiencing the academic landscape of a completely different track.
The combination of the military-industrial faction and the scientific faction is the main theme of the future. The vacant chief positions in the technology area waiting for insects to sit on will only examine the best of the two factions.
Haha, compared to being an independent laboratory supervisor who needs to go through the process of applying for research funding every year, I would rather be the one who signs and approves the funding.
The experiences of the next ten years are all recorded in my personal biography, so I will not go into details here.
I learn, I grow, I succeed.
After the dual-faction system was reformed, it only took me ten years to become the Chief Technology Officer of the Thirteenth Technology District in Star Zone No. 2.
Each technology zone will have two chiefs. Another colleague of mine was born into a century-old technology family. When he learned that his other colleague was transferred from the military technology faction, he was very surprised.
When he found out that I was not from a technology family, haha, I still remember his expression vividly. [Author's note: Each technology district has two chiefs, but the real whip of District 13 is only Mr. Baylis. The other chief has been ill since the third year of his tenure. The rumors in the urban tabloids seem unusual.]]
[＃It seems unusual＃It's all because of ACC and Capital Alliance Jian Ning. Once something is unusual, I will think of other situations! 】
[I am crying my eyes out. You would rather think of the two most unlikely characters than think that there is something wrong with Fate. Fate led two big insects into a homosexual scandal, and you still think he is innocent.]
[I miss you so much! It seems that Belis Law has suppressed the powerful bugs who looked down on his origins! ]
[No! Fate, don't get to know our Capital Alliance citizens from the city tabloids! What does the file you submitted, Belis Rowe, say? ! ]
[After I entered the early to mid-life of my prime, my life as a chief was on track, and the glorious achievements of being the head of a district were naturally worn on my scientific research robe one by one as the years went by.
Sometimes, I can understand why some of my former colleagues did not choose to continue their studies in college, and why they did not try to master more academic theories from different factions and develop new core technologies in order to reach the top of the academic world.
When Prometheus was first built, there was gold and tolerance everywhere, and many low-level Zerg from low-born and distant planets were easily deceived by the relaxed scientific research funding review.
As long as they bend down and pick it up, they can easily obtain a large amount of scientific research funds, quickly approved independent laboratories, support policies for various types of projects, resource investment, direct enrollment by universities, etc.
These researchers who do not come from scientific and technological families have spent half their lives trying to squeeze into the academic arena. In their minds, the first half of their lives have been a hard time, and now is the time to enjoy the achievements of the second half of their lives.
It is now my fifth year as the Chief of District 13. A harmonious technological ecosystem has been formed in the entire District 13, and a new technology is born here every six months.
Yes, of course. It is amazing how efficient it is to create a new technology or revive an old technology every six months.
You asked me why my management area has such a high repair efficiency and research and development rate? Haha, maybe it has something to do with the fact that I am not from a technological family.
After Prometheus was established, it completely opened up its science and technology institutions to external enrollment.
But in reality, how many technology families and mentors with big names are involved?
They are more accustomed to recruiting students of the same blood, the next level is recruiting students of the same race, and the next level is recruiting students of the same large class of insects.
I don't come from a technological family, so this unspoken rule of maintaining the purity of my bloodline is dispensable to me.
District 13 accepts applications for admission and further study for graduate students and junior researchers of all races. Perhaps this is why my district ranks among the top in the Prometheus Honor Rankings every year?
Oh, you asked me earlier if I was secretly squeezed by the chiefs of other wealthy families in the technology zone because of this, haha. [Author's note: I think it should not be the case. Mr. Belis always looks cunning and cold when he smiles, and he is sure of victory. The smile of a winner, a classic style.]
Although I had no family support, I was no academic idiot. I spent my entire prime years studying at two technology institutions.
At that time, Prometheus had just been established. In order to show the peaceful handshake between the two sides of technology, the Alliance filled the library of Prometheus's academy star zone with scientific and technological concepts, data formulas, and blueprints of core technical concepts copied from the database of the technology family.
Moreover, during the first five years of the library's establishment, there was no threshold for reading these conceptual blueprints.
At that time, few low-level scientists could understand the advanced concepts and formulas within the Technology Family. It was with this in mind that the Technology Family agreed to release a portion of the family's technology as the facade of the library palace.
Yes, yes. I was right. In the early days, Prometheus's library was a huge gold mine of knowledge with no application threshold.
The only threshold is the knowledge reserves of middle and low-level scientists.
It was not until 2107 that the library set a reading application threshold, because by that time, middle and low-level scientists had already learned from each other the technical concepts of some technology families.
Tech conservatives feel the crisis.
In the early years, there were no entry barriers to the library palace and the two schools of learning. I studied day and night, only wanting to stand out.
My ambition to climb the ladder was burning day and night. During that period of study, I almost forgot all social ethics. All I could see were theories, concepts, data, formulas, mathematics, astrophysics, etc.
My body became a mecha, and my ambition was like wildfire, replacing my soul. The ferocious fire burned and pumped in my chest, driving me to force myself to read profound and complex new knowledge and chase after every great mentor who could guide me through the maze.
At that time, I abandoned any dignity and reserve. Even though those great mentors who came from great families refused to teach me many times, I would still follow them closely, auditing or even eavesdropping on their public and private classes. I would even deliberately make friends with the children of great mentors' families and the talented international students, and use any social relationships, friendships, and relationships with classmates to achieve my goal of learning the solutions to advanced formulas.
I will do anything to understand and gain knowledge.
What? Oh. Haha, it doesn't matter, you can include these in your collection, and this will not cause any loss of my image in the past.
On the contrary, I was born an ordinary citizen. I was able to successfully graduate from my further studies despite being rejected many times by the great mentor. Then, in just a blink of an eye, I became a regional manager in ten years. I am enough to be envied, imitated and pursued by any insect race.
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[He is not from the family, but the words are full of the breath of the capital alliance's noble insect clan. ] [Authentic. ] [Tell me, Fate, besides the real Belis Luo, which big guy did you refer to for his fortune? ]
As the story unfolds, some of the future fantasies hidden in the protagonist's descriptions are like gold sand in the stream at the foot of a mining mountain. At first glance, it's all sandy yellow, but if you look more closely, you can vaguely see a flash of bright golden light in the sparkling stream.
[Military technology and science and technology districts are co-developed? Wow, I get it! The science and technology faction and the military industry faction exchanged black hole channel technology with each other, and then upgraded it in succession! The military industry produced the hidden radar technology, and the science faction produced the confidential black hole channel stabilization core technology. After half a century of development, is it possible to create the predictive AI in the story? Let a big guy explain it, the Legion Zerg really needs to be solved. 】【Fate's idea is too beautiful (laughing) As for the noble and old-fashioned people of the science family, how can they get knowledge by chasing and eavesdropping? 】
[The previous poster had a better idea! The disadvantage of using technology to send out black hole stabilization technology is that it will expose the family star position and the family technology formula. Once the data formula is disassembled and resold to the public, the family will immediately lose its livelihood! The military industry is also unlikely to hand over the core radar technology. Every military industry family is developing better and more advanced war mechas every year. If the hidden radar technology is made public, how will they make a living? ] The comment area soon had several discussions about the future new technology school.
At first there were only a few buildings, and then with each renovation, a few more buildings were built. The topic of the future school integration system soon grew like mushrooms after rain.
The technology discussion went all the way from the comments section to the Fate station, and viewers of the Fate station commented: [The update of Fate finally broke the weird atmosphere brought by the Prison Star Decree in the station. 】
[Do you care about the newly opened post with over 100,000 views discussing the strange story between Fate and the giant insects to break the weird atmosphere? Suffocation.gif]
[Not as good as the Prisoner Star atmosphere!!]
In addition to discussing future fantasies in the comment section, a large number of viewers also complained: [I don’t want to read these academic arguments. When will you appear?] [I give up. Can you delete the role of this female insect? I come online to suck your life. Who wants to waste time sucking the history of the rise of a female insect with the flavor of the Capital Alliance? Your fans are not all ACC and Senate President Inheritance Bugs. Can you fast forward? I don’t want to watch this female insect for a second.]
[The Janening family lawyer sent a warning letter! ] [The Kashu army arrived at the public opinion battlefield the next second! ]
[You guys are crazy! I didn’t mention anyone by name!]
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@Fit: […
In my eighth year as the head of District 13, the design concept of the war AI Eye of Sybil was born in my management district, and the data formula prototype development was completed independently by a special recruit from a remote star district.
The birth of war AI is a major historical event and a milestone in the science of the new era. I will not elaborate on it here. You can open any history book and you will find the achievements of the genius Wade Solow.
Wade Solo is a graduate student I recruited from a distant galaxy. He is just an inconspicuous middle-class among my special recruits. Before the developmental week, his genetic test was even low.]
[Wait, who is this Zerg? Is he a setting or a genius? His name was not on the list of story candidates announced by the entertainment company before! ] [Damn! Fate is playing a black box! ]
[…] […] [The Fate website next door revealed it! Wade Solo is the head of a medium-sized military-industrial family on the North Pole! Three months ago, the Solo family only had 5 military-industrial stars.]
[…] [Damn! What is the relationship between this Wade Solo and Solo Industries, the AI armor manufacturer that has been very popular in the Capital Alliance recently? ? ] [No! Why is he a black box partner? You are a black box partner, you are capable of reading emails! ]
[…
Don’t think that I was willing to do anything for knowledge when I was young, but after becoming the chief, I became a law-abiding citizen.]
【？】【How can a bug who has written about Joshua Warsaw have the nerve to write this...】
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Every year, I strictly enforce one of the laws of the planet Prometheus, recruiting students without any racial or class barriers, setting assessment quotas based on the learning progress of students in each district, and recruiting 10-40 students/junior scientists/junior military researchers from remote areas to study at Prometheus every year.
Wade Solo was one of those special recruits.
As the chief administrator of a district, I naturally have no shortage of political enemies and competitors from other districts.
Every year at the beginning of the school year, my opponents would regularly offer sarcastic remarks, mocking my behavior of recruiting students from remote star regions every year as scavenging and wasting the resources of the Alliance to feed some stubborn and stubborn people.
Prometheus has set up an enrollment decree for each scientific district. If the chiefs "lack energy" to continue to lead experiments and projects, they can pay a fine once a year to close the star district's enrollment channel.
Haha, sometimes they are so smart that they want me to open their heads to see how neural thinking works, and sometimes they are so stupid that I suspect there is only a ball of blood in their brains.
Following Prometheus's law, being a good bug and a good mentor step by step, and gaining a good reputation requires nothing more than recruiting students from remote areas every year.
Every year, the Union gives huge subsidies to the chief who recruits students, and my District 13 Knowledge Reserve Library Palace stores a large number of exquisite technological concepts.
After recruiting students, I threw them into the library palace, set up a grade hierarchy and a grading mechanism, and randomly selected a few days every three months to teach classes, to guide confused students and complete the three major concepts of peace, communication, and future that Prometheus had when it was first established.
Just by doing this, you can gain a crown of good reputation and more invisible political resources.
So, I said some of my chief colleagues were stupid.
They went to great lengths to organize various technology conferences and hold banquets, bringing the absurd trends of the past into the academic world, just to get more resources from the United Nations Parliament.
But in fact, as long as you follow every law of the planet Prometheus, spend a little time and social smile, you will become a good product worth investing in.
Following the times and the law, the will of insects is always hidden in systems and laws.
What? Oh, it doesn't matter, I'm retired anyway. It doesn't matter if you publish it, but I'm a little curious, if my old rivals see what I said today, will they be so angry that they need oxygen. Haha. ]
[I learned some tricks from the Capital Alliance faction in the story…? ]
[…
It is because I know when to give some cheap kindness that the god of luck will always choose me among the crowd.
Wade Solo studied on his own. He plunged into my library palace and looked through the large number of technological concepts I had recorded in my early years, and thus wrote the prototype of the engineering code for the war AI Sibyl.
Because I disdain to follow the old-school habit of closing the knowledge base and give classes every three months to answer questions for students and junior and senior engineers, Wade Solow regards me as his most respected mentor. He handed over Sybil's engineering code to me, hoping that this code prototype can continue to be written and iterated in my hands.
You may have read the following story in the series on technological milestones.
Chief Belis Rowe discovered a technological genius, and they worked together to develop a new project - the war AI Eye of Sibyl.
The prototype code of the war AI is already irreplaceable. When it is running, combined with the military radar technology, it can vaguely locate the formation points of the alien tidal vortex in a large area.
The League Council was almost crazy with joy.
My old rivals found it hard to believe that I actually found gold while scavenging. They were angry and jealous, but also happy about the birth of war AI.
If the Eye of Sibyl continues to succeed in succession and accurately locates individual creatures, we will be able to predict the formation point of the alien tide one step ahead, and the casualties of the tribe will continue to decline. In ten years, several decades, or even a hundred years, the alien tribe will no longer be a threat.
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I was generous and kind, and luck placed the Eye of Sibyl in my hands.
In the same year, the chiefs of other science and technology zones all opened up recruitment channels to students from remote areas, and even lowered the academic performance thresholds to a certain extent.
At a recruitment banquet, I happily chatted with my competitors, affectionately calling them "scavengers who have caught up with the tide of the times."
I really miss their sullen faces. It's a pity that they all live in the cemetery area now, otherwise I can still invite them out to taste wine. [Author's note: The cunning and cold smile is not credible.]
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[Fate, tell me, besides Belis Rowe, which other Capital Alliance insects did you use as your source material? Our Capital Alliance insects really don’t smile coldly all the time!] [Tell me, tell me! We promise to communicate well with the source material, show care and attention to the source material, and make the source material become sunny and cheerful!] [Don’t get to know our Capital Alliance insects from gossip tabloids anymore! ! ! ]
[…
Well, it was at this large-scale admissions banquet that I met my best childhood friend, Monesha Ross.
At that time.
The orchestra in the banquet hall was playing an elegant piece of music to its climax. Countless students, senior engineers, tutors, and chiefs were toasting each other under the brilliant crystal lights. Laughter, compliments, worship, and fawning voices were heard everywhere. They surrounded me, and everything was in line with the beautiful dreams that were born out of my ambition when I was young.
I have stepped onto the ladder of power, and I know that I will continue to move steadily upward.
Everything seemed like a dream. I was just holding a glass of champagne, but I was already a little tipsy. Everything I had dreamed of was coming true, and for some reason I had another thought: I had reached a turning point in my life.
The last time I had this thought was when I was 22 years old.
At that time I had nothing, I was driven out and exiled. Those days were very hard and I had nightmares every night.
I dreamed that I was falling, that I was on a starry battlefield, that I landed in a silent city, and suddenly I was running forward aimlessly, as if my destiny was at the end of the run - that year, I picked up a flyer on the street for recruitment of workers for a military factory of a legion.
Now, I stand at the pinnacle of military factory technology, and still now, I once again feel the premonition of a turning point in my insect life.
What could it be? I wondered absentmindedly.
Whatever it is, I can easily get it with my power and technological social connections.
then.
I raised my eyes casually, and was surprised to find a dazzling crimson in the midst of the golden splendor. That was the color of Monasha's hair.
He was wearing the dark grey uniform of a Prometheus junior scientist, standing in a circle with several other colleagues, and some silent guards beside him.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
Another chief colleague of mine saw me staring in one direction for a long time, so he looked over there and quickly told me what the situation of that group of freshmen was.
"They are a group of new students recruited by the Chief of District 20. Some are from remote areas, and some are orphans of technological families in District 17 of the United Alliance."
I must have kept a very proper smile on my face at the time, and my colleagues didn't notice anything unusual.
He laughed at me in a low voice, "You have been busy with the Eye of Sibyl project this year, so you don't know that the Eastern Crystal Wall in Area 17 has collapsed. The technological conservatives in the Eastern Territory are conducting illegal black hole channel experiments. All the members of the Ross and Nosido families who led the experimental project have died."
My smile has actually rusted.
My colleague even whispered in my ear: "Only those members of these two families who were studying or on vacation at the time survived."
"But Ross and Nosido conducted illegal technological experiments and blew up the black hole crystal wall of a district. Ross and Nosido's family only got back some of their private property stored on other planets, and the rest of the family assets were all confiscated by the United Alliance."
"Both Ross and Nosido are technology families, and some of the surviving nobles have relatives working at Prometheus." My colleague's tone suddenly softened when he spoke, "But only the nobles of the Nosido family have relatives. The only one left in the Ross family is Monesa, who came to Prometheus for further studies."
My colleague chuckled. "Ross and Nosido got married, and an explosion took away everything. Mr. Monetsha's fiancée also died in the explosion. The Ross family has mastered a special black hole technology, and many tech bugs are eyeing him."
"It's not a good idea for him to come here to study. Maybe we'll hear about him marrying into some old-school family on behalf of Ross in a while."
I didn't listen to the rest of the conversation and walked towards Monesa.
Um.
[Author's note: During this interview, Mr. Baylis fell into a long silence. The author had to remind him not to delay the interview. Only then did Mr. Baylis start talking again with a smile.] 1103796821 Skirt Robot 24-hour fast posting
Well, the next thing was very logical. I negotiated with the Chief David of Technology Zone No. 20 and exchanged Monesha Ross to my enrollment list.
Then, we... um? A little more detail on the negotiation process? [Author's note: Mr. Baylis prefers to skip over something when he doesn't want to answer it.]
All right. The negotiation process was very simple. I was the chief with the most outstanding achievements this year. Not to mention the thousands of scientific and technological projects I mastered, just the war AI alone was enough for most of the Zerg on Prometheus to give me face.
The negotiation tactics were also very simple. I told Chief David that I had received investment and training from the Ross family, and that Mr. Monesha Ross and I were childhood playmates until we parted ways at the age of 17.
Chief David has entered his late prime, with fine wrinkles on his face, and every smile line on his lips is filled with the hypocrisy of exploration and scrutiny.
He looked at me, pretending to understand something: "No wonder you can recognize most of the scientific and technological concept blueprints of the Library Palace and know how to learn in the right way. It turns out that your Luo is the abbreviation of the Ross family. You are..."
Chief David muttered the last words, glanced at the guardians behind Monesha, and then gave me a friendly and hypocritical smile.
He turned around and politely asked Monesa for his opinion: "Mr. Ross, are you willing to study under Chief Belis as an exchange student? He has been a very busy man in Prometheus this year. You will definitely gain a lot if you apply to study under him."
At that time, I hadn't seen Monesha for more than 30 years.
I left the Ross family on bad terms, and in 30 years I have thought of them only a few times.
I thought I would be a stranger to Monesha.
I parted ways with Monesha when he was 17 years old.
When Monesha looked into my eyes, I surprisingly didn't feel too strange.
A red lover like blood takes care of him. He has curly hair as dark red as a rose, and a pair of red eyes of the same color that sparkle like a ruby under the lamp.
There was a small bright red mole on the edge of his lip. Even though his expression was cold and his lips were pursed with an equally hypocritical social smile, the red mole added a hesitant charm to his cold and reserved social mask.
Monesha is only five years younger than me. I have entered my prime, but time seems to have never touched his fair face. Monesha is still as young as she was in her youth, young, energetic, and sharp in beauty.
In response to Chief David's question, Monessa narrowed his eyes and curled the corners of his lips slightly.
Monesha and I have been separated for more than 30 years. Time should have made us strangers, but I just know that Monesha is going to say no.
He wanted to reject me, reject what might be the last person in the world he had ever known and known intimately.
Hmm? You ask why? Do you think it's a touching reunion of old friends? Haha. I said before that I left the Ross family in an unhonorable way, so it's normal for Monesa to reject me.
So, I spoke first, I smiled and said, "Monesha, the things I promised you before are ready, you can come and pick them up anytime."
Monesha paused for a few seconds, and I thought that during those seconds he was thinking about what he said to me the last time we met.
But I know he can't remember. We parted at the age of 17. At that time, he was a pampered young master. Every day there were new things happening in the world and new gifts were delivered to him. His world was too big, and I was very small at the age of 17.
There's no way he could remember.
Now that the Ross family has fallen, and I appear as a person of high authority, Monesha will compromise with me.
He is a very smart male.
"I would like to apply to be a trainee under your name. I think I will have a very pleasant study life. My dear friend, it's been a long time since we last met. I miss you very much."
When he said he missed me, he had a false social smile on his lips and his eyes gently swept across my face.
I know him well, and I know what that expression means.
He even forgot what I looked like.
He is reacquainting himself with my face.]
Comments: ???
【Ah?】【Ah???】【Holy shit!!】
[Is this why you write about a fictional future? You are even more daring than ACC!!]
[Fake Anthony II: ACC/Real Crazy II: Fate!] [Fuck, I give up. This time Fate has directly jumped out of the scope of the law! Neither the Prisoner Star Code nor the Capital Alliance Law has anything to do with the teacher-student relationship!]
[According to the setting, Belis also knows Lord Monetsha? Huh? Or have they known each other since childhood? What does this mean? Isn't Belis a common citizen? ? How is it possible that he and Lord Monetsha have been playing together since childhood? ? ]
As the comment section exploded in one second, the host Fate continued to use his big moves!
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…[Author’s note: Mr. Baylis remained silent for several minutes.]
Well, impatient scholar.
Afterwards, I invited Monesa to the private chat balcony on the side of the lobby.
Each balcony is draped with thick curtains that use anti-detection technology. The balcony handrails and glass door pillars are equipped with built-in sound-proofing devices, providing first-class visual and auditory confidentiality.
Monesha did not refuse, and he walked to the balcony with me.
After entering, none of us spoke and maintained a slightly longer social distance.
It was at this point that I suddenly noticed something unusual.
I thought for a few seconds, then moved closer to Monesha and stopped beside him.
Maybe I took too big a step and got too close to her. I could smell Monesa's scent.
Of course, it wasn't hormones, he was wearing his suppressant collar. It was just a simple bath fragrance, bland, a cheap mix of fruity freshener and disinfectant.
I suddenly felt dissatisfied.
Not at Monesa, but at the smell.
Monesha never touched perfumed toiletries that cost less than ten thousand dollars before, but he loved cleanliness. He had lived in a pure and pollution-free environment since he was a child. He had to clean himself every day, and every time he cleaned, he would carefully wash his skin without any dirt.
I am familiar with Monesa, and I know that Monesa absolutely dislikes this cheap bath fragrance, but the cleanliness habits he has developed over the years make it difficult for him to accept bathing in plain water. He can only use the bathing set provided by the dormitory of the university without worrying about it.
In fact, the bath sets that come with the school are also high-end products, but when this mass-produced fragrance is applied to Monesa, I feel that these matching light scents are cheap and not worthy of Monesa's hands or even body.
I kept my head down for quite a long time, and my shadow was like a curtain, covering Monesha. He was forced to stand in my shadow for a long time, and the decent and polite social mask on his face gradually became cold and unbearable.
"Please stay away from me, Mr. Chief Bayliss."
Monet preserved social etiquette as much as possible and used honorifics.
But I also felt a little wrong and dissatisfied.
But I didn't move forward. I stood where I was, bent my waist an inch again, and leaned my upper body forward more. The black tie pinned on my chest with a tie pin slightly bent, revealing a conspicuous section.
Like a handy rope.
Monesha was angry because I was so indecently approaching him. Without hesitation, he raised his hand and grabbed my tie, pulling me aside forcefully.
I didn't move.
I stared at him, gave him the cunning, hypocritical smile that my political enemies and competitors hated the most, and whispered, "Woof."
I let myself be dragged like Monesha, who was 5 years old, pulled my collar, rode on my back and asked me to take him flying.
Five-year-old Monesha would say, Puppy, my lovely puppy, run, fly forward, take me to see the sky.
Monet paused for a moment, gritted his teeth and whispered, "You pervert!"
His red eyes were like a raging fire in the night, emitting a light that dazzled me.
He suddenly came alive.
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Hmm? Oh, scholar, you are so considerate. Haha, but there is no need, I am not sad about it.
Sixteen-year-old Monesha told me the same thing many times.
Afterwards? Oh, you mean did we feel awkward after he cursed at us?
Well, actually I don't think so.
On the contrary, I am very happy.
At the banquet, Monesha's strangeness was all fake, he remembered everything.
Monesha has a fiery temper. He is quick to react and easily gets irritated. This is his normal state.
I was actually happier that he could scold me, because it meant that my mark was still firmly engraved in Monesa's heart. Even the passage of time could not erase his willfulness and dependence on me.
I smiled and let his force take my stand.
I said, you have to call me teacher from now on.
Monesha's face looked even uglier.
But I'm happy.
[Author’s note: No wonder the two interviewees were not interviewed in the same room]…]
[……] [It is best if you did not write and submit this flirting material of the real Belis Luo.] [Which satellite city of the Capital Alliance Science Planet is Belis Luo from? I am just asking, nothing else.]