Gu Miao: The core values ​​of socialism seem to be challenged

"Were the peach trees originally planted in the cafeteria?" Qiu Yanping's eyes flashed with a gleam, and he looked at the old principal and asked in a deep voice.

The old principal was startled by Qiu Yanping's sudden frown, and he stammered a little before saying, "Yes, yes, it was destroyed later, so we hired a gardener to plant some other trees, but in the end it's not as beautiful as the original peach forest."

Qiu Yanping's expression eased slightly after hearing that. A gardener? He put on a lukewarm smile again and said, "I think this forest is nice and has a unique charm. When will the old principal introduce me to that gardener? As it happens, I want him to decorate my backyard." Qiu Yanping lied with his eyes half closed. How could he have a backyard in his small single apartment?

The old principal did not doubt him, nodded and said, "Then let's see when you are free some other day."

"It's better to do it today than today."

"..." The old principal's face froze and he laughed dryly, "Okay, I'll look for the contact information at that time." This guy has a really impatient temper.

Qiu Yanping didn't expect that his words would actually get him to reveal something. He followed the old principal back to the principal's office. The old principal looked at his messy office, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Mr. Qiu, please wait a moment. I'll look for it. Mr. Qiu, why don't you sit here for a while and have some tea?"

As the old principal finished speaking, Qiu Yanping saw a robot that was just as tall as his waist run out of the old principal's office. It had a round and bulging belly. It moved in front of him and stood still. It opened the metal shell outside its round belly and handed out a pot of tea and two small teacups.

Qiu Yanping blinked, took one of the small cups of tea and took a sip. It had a light fragrance at first, and a long aftertaste. However, Qiu Yanping was not a tea connoisseur, so he couldn't tell what was so good about this tea.

In the previous life, the emperor had rewarded him with some tribute tea, which the concubines were extremely jealous of. Even a small dish was a symbol of favor. Unfortunately, Qiu Yanping did not taste or love tea, and he ordered his servants to make those priceless tribute teas into tea eggs, which were wasted like a cow chewing a peony.

——The tea leaf eggs are delicious. He can eat two or three every morning.

"If Mr. Qiu likes this tea, I will give him some." The old principal said as he searched for it.

Qiu Yanping licked his lips, moistened his slightly dry lips with the tea, and said, "Okay, but there's no rush. Principal, you should contact the gardening master first."

Although he is not a tea connoisseur, he never refuses anything that is offered.

The old principal coughed twice in embarrassment. The horticulturalist was contacted by the other party at the beginning. He couldn't remember how he got in touch with him. Although he left his contact information later, it was not the computer contact method commonly used by Star Interstellar. The other party left a note with his residential address on it, but he didn't know where he put it now.

The old principal felt that the air seemed a little stuffy. He looked up at Qiu Yanping, who was waiting for him outside the door with a smile on his face, and felt even happier as he sweated.

The old principal racked his brains to figure out where he had thrown the paper. After thinking for a long time, he almost tidied up the messy office and finally found the paper with half a corner folded. "It turns out it's here! It took me so long to find it." The old principal sighed and finally found it.

Qiu Yanping put down the teacup and walked over. He took the paper, glanced at it, raised his eyebrows, and said, "It's quite close to the college." It was just two streets away from the college's back playground.

"Let's go, Principal." Qiu Yanping said to the old principal with a smile.

The old principal had just picked up the teacup and took a sip of water. When he heard what Qiu Yanping said, he quickly swallowed the tea in his mouth and nodded, "Let's go." When Qiu Yanping turned to leave, he took another sip of water and thought to himself that the younger generation nowadays is becoming less and less considerate of the elderly.

After class, Gu Wenye heard some students say that it was rare to see the old principal leaving the school, so he subconsciously paid attention. Hearing that Qiu Yanping and the old principal went out together, he became curious, but did not deliberately look for them. After all, he and Qiu Yanping were not familiar with each other, and there was no need for him to tell him where he was going, and he should not ask too many questions.

He wheeled to the arena where Wang Ge was taking classes. In the arena, which was the size of several football fields, Wang Ge and a hundred students stood in the center. Next to each student stood a two-meter-high metal mecha. Gu Wenye found a corner and watched Wang Ge train those students. It was as if he saw himself as a student again.

Wang Ge noticed Gu Wenye coming, he nodded slightly to him and said hello, Gu Wenye waved his hand slightly, indicating that he didn't need to pay attention to him. Wang Ge continued his lecture, the interaction between the two was extremely fast and covert, and Gu Wenye habitually concealed his aura, so no one else noticed that there was another person in the arena.

"The control of the mecha must be extremely precise. Therefore, before your mental strength is not enough to shake the mecha specially made for you in front of you, it is absolutely forbidden to touch the academy's exclusive training mecha. Did you hear me clearly?" Wang Ge's voice was as loud as thunder. He glanced at his students calmly, and his sharp eyes like an eagle made the students shrink a little.

"Now, you can start practicing." Wang Ge disbanded the students' line on the spot. Gu Wenye came over in his wheelchair and heard three or four students who were far away from Wang Ge discussing an incident in the academy where students' mental power had rioted.

Gu Wenye lowered his eyes slightly and unconsciously slowed down the speed of the roller, which was enough for him to listen to most of the gossip among the students.

"I heard that after the incident with Fu Yangsheng, the lecturer has been researching this mecha."

"I heard from my brother that he was in the same class with Fu Yangsheng back then, and that mecha was like crazy, entangled with Fu Yangsheng's mental power and took it by force, and it crippled him."

“Oh my god…”

"Later, when lecturer Wang Ge came to rescue them, the mecha attacked him!"

"Who is operating the mecha?"

"The weirdest thing is this: no one was operating the mecha, at least within the effective range of the scene at the time. There was no trace of anyone operating the mecha. The mecha attacked the students and the lecturer as if it had self-awareness. Otherwise, this incident would not have been called the human-puppet mecha incident at the time."

"You're just kidding. How can a mecha attack people on its own without anyone controlling it?"

"Believe it or not! Anyway, my brother was there at the time, and he told me so!"

Gu Wenye looked up at Wang Ge, who gave him a somewhat bitter smile. Apparently, the students' discussion was loud enough for this instructor with keen senses to hear, but Wang Ge did not want to talk about these things with the students, so he just ignored them and let them talk.

"The effective range of this operation...is estimated based on the maximum and minimum mental strength of the people present at the time, right?" Gu Wenye asked softly.

Wang Ge nodded.

Gu Wenye had an idea in his mind. If someone's mental power was strong enough to control the mecha from a very long distance, it would be reasonable for most people to think that the mecha had developed self-awareness. But could anyone really do it? Even he could hardly do it without the help of other drugs or props.

However, drugs and tools that can expand mental power are almost priceless. Only if you have money and power, you might be able to get a small bottle of extremely precious ones.

Gu Wenye did not say this thought aloud. He came to see Wang Ge mainly because of the bruise on Wang Ge's neck. The two fingers that Qiu Yanping had pointed out earlier could not be shaken off his mind.

Who could attack a retired instructor at close range, leaving such wounds and then retreat completely without the other party noticing?

The intuition gained from years of war has made the journalism industry extremely vigilant about this.

"Come to think of it, you didn't notice it when you were sleeping last night..." Before Gu Wenye could finish his words, his pupils suddenly shrank. His eyes were fixed on Wang Ge's neck, where the two purple fingerprints that were clearly visible in the morning had now completely disappeared!