When asked, Emmanuel and Elliott both said they wouldn't go after inquiring about the time.
"ah?"
Louis was shocked. "Why don't you go?"
Emmanuel sighed, "I promised the children I would give them practical lessons."
Elliott gave a forced smile. "I agreed too."
Sang Ning asked in confusion, "What practical course?"
"A practical lesson in hunting Zerg."
Sang Ning's lips twitched; she really wanted to say that there was no need to take this class.
Because planet E72 has no other Zerg race besides the Sandworms.
During a cosmic storm, some Zerg wandering in space were swept into the storm.
As a result, the Zerg, who could rapidly expand their race elsewhere thanks to their powerful reproductive capabilities, suffered a crushing defeat on planet E72.
Before they even got to know the area, they were eaten by sandworms.
Planet E72 can be considered the burial ground for all Zerg except for the Sandworms.
The skill of hunting sandworms didn't require Emmanuel and his companions to practice it at all.
Because children on planet E72 must learn from their elders how to quickly and effectively hunt sandworms once they turn seven.
"If I remember correctly, one of you teaches children who are four years old and the other teaches children who are six years old."
The two nodded, and Sang Ning said, "Children this young are actually not suitable for practical work."
She said earnestly, "You need to know one thing: sandworms don't appear alone; they always appear in a brood."
"Are you sure you're serious about taking a group of such young children who have no fighting skills to a practical lesson?"
It's good to be even more serious.
Seeing the worry on her face.
Emmanuel thought for a moment and knew what she was worried about, and smiled, "Don't worry, we will put the children in protective shields."
At this point, he said with a hint of pride, "No one says you have to personally participate in practical classes."
"Observing us kill insects on-site is also a form of practice."
"You guys are so cunning."
Monet clapped her hands. "But cunningly beautiful."
This is the best way.
This approach can both satisfy children's desire to have practical lessons and ensure their safety.
marvelous.
"Are there enough protective shields? If not, I have twenty more here. You can use them first."
"I have thirty-five here too."
"I have seventy here."
The wealthy and powerful Qin Heng immediately quoted seventy, shocking everyone.
Louis couldn't understand, "Why are you carrying so many protective shields?"
"I didn't want to either, but it's because of my special physical condition."
Qin Heng also felt wronged. He argued, "I have to take good care of myself. Otherwise, if I get injured or something else happens, and the existing medical technology and medicine are useless to me and I die, that would be a real loss."
"Anyway, the protective shield is only the size of a capsule, so it won't take up much space in the space capsule."
"The more safety measures you have, the better."
These words successfully persuaded Sang Ning and the others.
After putting themselves in Qin Heng's shoes, everyone realized that if they were in his position, they would probably be even more outrageous than him.
Let alone seventy, I might even carry seven hundred protective shields when I go out.
In a flash, Sang Ning realized something, "You didn't bring a survival pod, did you?!"
How did you know?
Holy crap, they actually brought it.
Everyone stared at him in disbelief, seeing him carrying a survival pod around everywhere – so typical of Qin Heng.
How many did you bring?
"Not many, only fifty."
This was used very cleverly.
Sang Ning and the others fell silent.
Bringing seventy protective shields is understandable, bringing ten survival pods is also understandable.
Fifty survival pods...
They genuinely can't understand this.
"That being said, these survival pods weren't prepared for me."
As he spoke, Qin Heng looked at Sang Ning and said, "It's for Grandpa A'gen and the others."
Recalling what he had seen and heard during this period, he said with some melancholy, "I was mentally prepared before I came here that the situation here was not very good, but I still underestimated the impact of the harsh environment on the elderly."
Calling him an old man isn't quite accurate; he's about the same age as his father.
However, his father was still a handsome and dashing mature man.
Meanwhile, many people on planet E72 who are the same age as his father are entering a period of rapid aging.
"Speaking of which, could you help deliver those survival pods to Grandpa A'gen and the others to use as mobile homes?"
"The sand shelter is too cold at night; the elderly can't stand it."
Sang Ning wanted to refuse, but she didn't have the confidence to do so.
She couldn't bear to let the elderly suffer just to save face.
"Thanks!"
"On behalf of Grandpa Agen and the others, thank you!"
Sang Ning stood up and gave Qin Heng a deep bow.
"Holy crap, you scared me to death."
Qin Heng was about to explode, and hurriedly helped her up, saying, "You're really terrifying like this."
"I have another batch of survival pods that will arrive in about a week. You're giving me such a grand salute now, are you planning to kneel and kowtow to me a week later?"
"The ritual of kneeling and kowtowing three times is not something that happens casually, nor is it something that everyone can enjoy."
Gu Shiqian, who came to call them for dinner, happened to hear Qin Heng's words and laughed, "What, you little rascal, you've got quite the ambition, haven't you? You want our Ningning to kneel and kowtow to you three times and nine times?"
"No."
Qin Heng dared not accept this, as he had been quite busy lately.
The renovation of the research lab was handled by robot butlers and assistants; at most, he was just a supervisor and designer.
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