According to the rules of the competition, the participating teams that successfully passed the first round of the college assessment and entered the next round of competition can have a day of rest.

Logically, the Flying Tigers should get together to summarize the gains and losses of the previous round of competition and do some rehearsals for the next round of competition.

But Zheng Feng absent-mindedly announced the disbandment on the spot.

Others wanted to ask him what was wrong, but seeing his worried expression, they dared not speak. They only thought that the captain was really strict. After winning so beautifully, let alone being proud and complacent, he didn't even look happy at all.

Zheng Feng returned to the dormitory alone and lay on the sofa bored.

He didn't know what was wrong with him.

After coming out of the virtual space of the competition, he would always think of the unfinished "Morning Breeze II" mothership spaceship from time to time.

The scene lingered, like a nightmare.

It was clearly just a mothership that was casually repaired by a biological tool simulated by the main brain during a virtual training mission when it went out of control. It used outdated ancient technology, and its performance was not even as good as today's civilian transport ships. What was there to worry about?

In addition, deep in his heart, he kept asking himself many questions that were almost impossible to answer.

What's wrong with me?

He didn't know why, but he was always uneasy.

Zheng Feng turned on the medical self-examination system and gave himself a holographic scan and mental state monitoring.

The report showed that his condition was very normal, even a little too normal.

Ding Dong.

The doorbell rang.

It was Ding Hu coming.

After entering, Brother Hu kept praising, "You did a good job today, keep it up."

Zheng Feng looked up at Ding Hu, forcing a smile on his face, "Brother Hu, let me ask you something."

"What? Tell me."

"Do you think the queen ant of microscopic termites is life?"

"Of course."

"What if it is a queen ant simulated by the main brain in the virtual space?"

"Well, that depends on whether we define the main brain Fanxing as a life. Based on the current cognition of the scientific community, combined with the many mechanical civilizations we have dealt with, Fanxing should be considered life. Then the queen ant counts as well."

"Then are the queen ants considered intelligent life forms like humans?"

Ding Hu shook his head decisively, "Of course not."

Zheng Feng smiled, "But if the life of a group of microscopic termites is just a natural phenomenon in the universe. If the decomposition and reorganization of ship wreckage by microscopic termites is just the same as the birth and extinction of stars, then isn't it the same for humans from birth to death? Don't people also fall in love a few times in their lives, consume some oxygen, exhale some carbon dioxide, and if they are lucky, they may even leave behind offspring."

"Perhaps human history can be longer than that of microscopic ants, but if time is stretched to infinity, assuming that human civilization will sooner or later perish in the universe. Then what is the difference between humans and microscopic ants? What is the difference between our transformation of planets, our absorption of dark energy pools, and our exploration of triple space and real energy and the laws of life and death of a star, and the collision and entanglement of two galaxies? Why do humans exist?"

"Huh?" Ding Hu was confused by Zheng Feng's series of philosophical questions.

Brother Hu thought for a long time, "People have emotions, they have feelings."

Zheng Feng smiled and shook his head, then asked, "Then Brother Hu, do you think people can live forever?"

Ding Hu answered decisively, "Human body cryonics technology only steals life from time. The human brain will still fall apart one day, and people will never live forever."

"What's the difference between a human corpse and a dry branch?"

"No difference."

"Is there a difference between a dry branch and charred charcoal in the definition of life?"

"No."

"At the moment of death, a living person becomes a meteorite in the universe. There is actually no essential difference between that person and the meteorite floating in the universe. One day in the future, even if we win this war and civilization can continue to exist for countless billions of years, one day, humans will disappear. When everyone dies, the universe will return to silence. So what is the meaning of the existence of human civilization? Help the universe to accelerate the increase of entropy? But does this make sense?"

Chen Feng's series of questions made Ding Hu completely explode.

"Well, if there is nothing else, you should go to bed early, have a good sleep, and don't think too much. There is a game the day after tomorrow morning. I have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

Ding Hu said hello and turned around and ran away, but he had already started roaring in his heart.

Something happened!

Something big has happened!

Ding Hu felt that he could only ask for help from the audience outside the venue.

Not long after, Zhou Donglai, Andre, Zheng Yifeng, and Tang Tianxin all broke into Ding Hu's emergency discussion group.

In addition to this small discussion group, there are millions of scholars who are currently or have served in core positions in the Sage Project.

Ding Hu threw Zheng Feng's questions out in one go, but he didn't get an answer. Instead, he found that Zhou Donglai, Andre and Zheng Yifeng directly exited the chat, leaving only him and Tang Tianxin, the two "younger generations", looking at each other.

On the other side, the discussion between countless scholars was in full swing, and Dong Shan finally made a summary.

"This is a good thing, which shows that Zheng Feng has begun to actively consider the fate of human civilization. His question is actually not complicated, and it can be solved by making another assumption. He assumes that humans are destined to perish. Even if they do not perish at the hands of compound eyes, they will perish in the extinction of time and the universe."

"If his assumption is true, then there is really no difference between us and microscopic termites. However, if humans can continue to exist in some form after our current universe perishes, our history has not been interrupted, but a new page has been opened."

"Then it naturally means that human civilization has broken through the boundaries of the universe from both philosophical and physical standards. When the lifespan of human civilization exceeds the universe, it is natural that humans are distinguished from stars, space meteorites, background radiation and other natural phenomena under the laws of the universe." "

The subconscious of the ancient sage must have observed our current situation and believed that it is no longer a fantasy for humans to defeat the compound eyes, so he began to prepare for the future. His subconscious is thinking about how to make humans eternal. He is worthy of being a sage! He is really far-sighted and worries about the world before he worries about himself."

Dong Shan's words were like a stone that caused a thousand waves.

Zheng Feng did not get an answer that satisfied him, and he did not know that at this time, a large group of people were in a state of excitement because of his inexplicable "sadness". There

was no conversation and no sleep all night.

Since he could not fall asleep, Zheng Feng simply got up from the bed, activated the duck-filling artifact, and immersed himself in the sea of ​​difficult books again.

It's true that this trick really works.

As soon as he opened the book "Detailed Explanation of Alloy Coupling and Real Energy Effect", the noise of continuous posting in his mind disappeared instantly, replaced by unparalleled concentration.

When Zheng Feng came to his senses, a full 12 hours had passed, and it was 8 o'clock the next morning.

After studying hard all night, his head seemed a little swollen and painful. He rubbed his temples, got up and stretched his waist, and felt much more comfortable.

Zheng Feng went over it in his mind and suddenly realized that he had only spent 12 hours last night to finish the obscure course that was originally planned to take at least ten days and a total of 100 hours.

He was a little unconfident at first, thinking that he only understood it vaguely.

He opened the book again and carefully did a lot of questions, and he really got it.

Zheng Feng kept shaking his head and carefully recalled this confused night.

Teacher Xiaowei is still the same Xiaowei, she has not changed, but I have changed.

My ability to understand has inexplicably improved a lot.

On the road of learning, it seems that there is a man-eating tiger chasing and forcing me, and it seems that there is an experienced horse in front of me.

Although I don’t understand what happened, getting stronger is never a bad thing. Zheng Feng decided not to worry about it and turn to do another thing.

He first used his brain to identify the information and entered the shape of the "Morning Breeze II" that had been floating in his mind into the network. Then he opened the huge comprehensive data retrieval library of the main brain and tried to search the historical database based on the shape of this mother ship to see if he could figure out what kind of ghost ship it was and why it could still linger.

Because he designed the comparison range too large, almost covering all large, medium and small ships built by humans from ancient times to the present, the main brain's reaction speed was a little slow, and it took a full five seconds to give the evaluation result.

Zheng Feng was shocked.

There was not a single spaceship with a similarity of more than 99.99%.

Even if they looked very similar, there were some differences that could not be ignored.

This meant that "Morning Breeze II" had never really appeared in history.

There are two reasons why he couldn't find the result.

First, the four words "Morning Breeze II" only exist in the database related to the Sage Project, and are blocked to him. Chen Feng only casually drew "Morning Breeze II" in his autobiography, but it was only an outline and could not be used as a reference for the current modeling. Of course, even if Chen Feng really drew it exactly the same, Zheng Feng couldn't find it now.

Second, given the huge base of human population and the large number of ships built in history, there really is not a single ship that meets this wonderful coincidence.

After all, from the perspective of naval engineering theory, the Morning Breeze II was just a "doodle" by the half-baked naval designer Chen Feng himself. Many relevant details cannot stand up to scrutiny and must be improved.

"Captain, are you okay?"

In the exclusive training room of the promotion team, Li Qingqing looked at Zheng Feng with a little worry and asked carefully.

A night has passed, why is the captain still in this state of doubts that cannot be solved? Will he be okay tomorrow?

Zheng Feng forced a smile. He didn't know whether his state was good or bad.

It's a good thing that my learning ability has improved.

But as soon as I put down the book, there is always noise in my head. It's hard to concentrate. I always feel that something is about to jump out of my heart.

But if you really try to pull it, you can't figure it out, just like the shoes that the wife hid somewhere when picking up the bride.

Seeing that the military competition rematch is approaching, this is obviously going to be a bad thing.

"It's okay, let's start training. We have basically trained for the competition modes that may appear in the rematch. Whether it is infiltration special warfare or simulation business management, we have some experience. So now we have to strengthen another extreme situation."

He waved his hand and said so.

"What's the situation?" Edgar Julian came over and asked.

Zheng Feng shrugged, "It's about your performance when I lose my fighting ability, or fall into a coma and can no longer play a role."

Edgar was happy at first, then embarrassed, "Uh, captain, what do you mean by this?"

Zheng Feng looked at him, "For example, Edgar, I know you are quite arrogant. Now I am stronger than you and can suppress you, so you still listen to me. But if I can no longer give orders, you have to find a way to accommodate each other, cooperate seriously, and minimize the loss of our team's capabilities."

This is the lazy way Zheng Feng thought of.

He is not sure if he can return to normal tomorrow.

Just in case, he might as well start training today, so that the team members can adapt to the state without the captain in advance, and take a lazy day today to see if they can adjust back.

According to the previous rules, when Zheng Feng is unable to exercise the captain's authority, Mata Nicklaus will act as the captain.

Although Mata is terrified, he still bites the bullet.

After a day of training, the Flying Tigers made a fool of themselves.

The execution of some tasks was not in place; the decision-making speed was too slow or too fast; the understanding of other team members' abilities was not thorough enough, resulting in misjudgment when formulating strategies; each person's views and judgments in his or her own personal professional field conflicted with others' considerations from other perspectives; when something went wrong, the team started to blame others and thus caused internal strife, etc. All kinds of problems emerged. The team was a far cry from the strong team that was temporarily banned from full combat power yesterday, and not even a single S-level simulation mission was completed.

When the competition was about to end, Zheng Feng also frowned. He called everyone to him and said earnestly: "It is obvious that you are very dependent on me, but this does not make me feel relieved. Tomorrow, forget it, let's see tomorrow."

With the sound of drums, the second round of the First Pioneer Academy selection, that is, the 80 to 20 finals of the academy, began.

Unlike yesterday, this is a tower climbing competition.

The 80 selected teams will be thrown into a completely identical but independent mission space at the same time. The

participating teams need to complete one specific task after another in a marathon style, involving many types of difficult tasks such as building planning, production management, business construction, stealth operations, special operations, etc.

Each team needs to complete a total of 99 tasks, and the results of the competition are determined by the time it takes each team to complete all the tasks.

The first team to complete all the tasks and reach the final goal will naturally be the champion, and the rest will be ranked in order.

Tower climbing competitions have always been regarded as the most comprehensive mode to test the comprehensive capabilities of combat teams, after all, all aspects can be involved.

Compared with yesterday, more people inside and outside the academy are paying attention to the Flying Tigers.

Whether or not they know the Sage Plan, they can't help but focus on this group of people.

But something unexpected happened.

While the captains of other teams began to analyze the details of the tasks in front of them and gave various orders to the team members, Zheng Feng sat down cross-legged on the spot, "I can't do it anymore, leave it to you." The

poor little Flying Tigers looked at each other.

The captain seems to be dead!

He is serious!

Seeing everyone's stunned expressions, Zheng Feng smiled bitterly.

You can't really blame him.

He has no choice. Since entering this virtual space, the noise in his head has become more intense.

He finally realized a very serious problem.

It seems that when he exited the virtual space after the game ended the day before yesterday, something extra came into his mind. It

is most likely the consciousness of the Ant Queen.

Now that his personality has returned to the virtual space of the main brain Fanxing, the Ant Queen has become more active.