Superstars of Tomorrow

Although they all brought nutrients and some compressed food, the people at sentry point 23 were still very kind to Fan Lin and Fang Zhao, and took out the prey they had stored for hunting.

The sentry point is far less large than the base, and the conditions are limited. Each room is only ten square meters, and two people share one room.

In the evening, Lin Kaiwen, who had been tired all day, lay on the bed and was too lazy to move. He walked a lot today. When he looked down at the experimental field from the air, he didn’t feel much, but he didn’t know until he actually walked in it. He was very tired, walking back and forth , and had to deal with Fan Lin's various problems.

The sentinel room has a cold metallic feel, like a prison. This kind of condition is similar no matter which base it is in, it is very common, but at least the room at the base is larger than the room at the sentry point, and the equipment is more complete.

Lin Kaiwen thought to himself, anyway, he will return to the base tomorrow, and he will pass by overnight.

"Fang Zhao, are you writing a diary again?" Lin Kaiwen asked Fang Zhao when he saw that Fang Zhao was writing something in that familiar notebook again. These days, he has figured out Fang Zhao's habits. Every day Fang Zhao would write something in that notebook. Fang Zhao said it was a music score, but he couldn't understand it, so he thought Fang Zhao was writing a diary.

"Well, you go to bed first, I still have something to write." Fang Zhao wrote about today's journey from the base to the sentry point, when he looked down on the planet's mountains, rivers and jungles from the air, and when he beat the ground in the experimental field. paragraph inspiration.

These are not enough to make a song, just some small fragments, but after a long time, maybe one day in the future, under the catalysis of a certain opportunity, a complete song may be created.

Before Fang Zhao entered the army, he was approached by Mr. Xue Jing to talk to him. This year, the old artist will give another lecture tour around the world, but Fang Zhao was unable to attend because of his military service.

Xue Jing suggested that Fang Zhao should not waste those bits and pieces of inspiration even when he was serving in the military. Although Fang Zhao is only in his twenties, he is still quite young in the new century. Some younger people held their own concerts, Xue Jing hoped that Fang Zhao would not relax.

"If you want to get more recognition in this industry, you still have to use some traditional methods to enhance your artistic value, such as holding a concert in accordance with the old rules. Perhaps there are many disadvantages in this rule, too rigid, you don't Approved, but only standing at the top has the right to challenge the rules, at least for now, you still have to follow the old rules."

At that time, Xue Jing advised Fang Zhao to hold his own concert within ten years, which is not comparable to those of a commercial nature, and he must produce works of sufficient quality. Therefore, Xue Jing hoped that even if Fang Zhao served, he would not forget his profession. Inspiration is such a thing, once you don't catch it, it's hard to have a second chance to catch it.

Fang Zhao listened carefully to Xue Jing's suggestion. In fact, even if Xue Jing didn't say anything, Fang Zhao would follow his old habits and record his daily inspirations. The conditions were difficult during the era of the century. Now such a good opportunity, don't grasp it. Just can't explain it.

Fang Zhao also hopes to hold a concert, but he doesn't have to deliberately pursue the so-called artistry, he only follows his own inspiration.

Lin Kaiwen couldn't understand Fang Zhao's thoughts, but he was already sleepy, "Okay, you continue to write, I'll go to bed first, call me tomorrow morning, Fan Lin said that I have to get up early tomorrow to see the germination, otherwise I have to wait another year if I miss it, we It’s also in vain.”

"Okay, you sleep first."

Fang Zhao turned off the lights in the room first, then grabbed a handful of feed and threw it into the water tank, knocking on the water tank.

The light emitted by the "rabbit" in the tank is like a flashlight, illuminating the small room.

Fang Zhao specially asked Fan Lin for this "rabbit". This little thing looks very dull, but it is actually very smart. It only throws a small piece of feed, and it will light up for a few seconds perfunctorily. The more feed it throws in , the longer it glows. Fan Lin said that the length of time it shines is related to its mood. The more feed it has, the better its mood is, and it is willing to shine for a longer period of time. If you are in a bad mood, no matter how much feed you give, you will not shine.

Fang Zhao covered it with his clothes to prevent the light from shining on Lin Kaiwen. He glanced at the "rabbit" in the water tank that was slowly eating the feed. Amend the two paragraphs.

When Fang Zhao closed the notebook, Lin Kaiwen had already started snoring.

The "rabbit" in the water tank seems to be in a pretty good mood today. I don't know if it's because of the excessive feed or the stimulation of the new environment.

Fang Zhao tapped the cylinder wall lightly, and the light dimmed until it was completely dark.

Early the next morning, Fang Zhao received a call from Fan Lin.

"Get up and go to the experimental field, don't stay in bed! Remember to bring a camera and keep enough energy!" Fan Lin urged again.

When Lin Kaiwen was woken up by Fang Zhao, he was still a little dazed, as if he didn't know where he was. After a while, he woke up and followed Fang Zhao to the test field with a yawn.

"It's still dark, squatting on the ground so early to wait for germination?" Lin Kaiwen yawned again.

"Isn't this nonsense? I won't have to read it until dawn." Fan Lin ignored Lin Kaiwen and directed a few experimenters to run in and out, not knowing what they were measuring.

The guards, even if they were not on duty, they all got up.

"How is my hair today?"

"Then who, wipe the shit off your eyes!"

"Damn it, I forgot to shave! Should I go back and shave again? Forget it, or not, what if I miss the opportunity."

"I'm so nervous. I shaved my head a few days ago. I don't know if my family will recognize me."

The sentry team got up so early just to show their faces during the live broadcast. They failed to catch up during the live broadcast yesterday. Fan Lin said today that he would give them a chance to be in the background.

However, Yan Biao, as the captain of the sentry team, did not plan to appear on camera. His rank and official position have too many restrictions. To be on the safe side, he can only stand where the camera can't take pictures.

Fang Zhao glanced at the sentinel personnel who came over. They had a strong physique and a strong aura. Even the thinnest person beside him had hidden great explosive power. This is the garrison of the alien base. The difference from those who have not experienced war in the Zhou Military Region.

Fan Lin looked at the underground surveillance data, then at the sky, and said to Lin Kaiwen, "You can start the live broadcast...wait! I almost forgot the mask."

Two experimenters came over with a box of masks and distributed the masks inside to everyone.

The sentinel standing behind: "..." Can you tell who is who wearing a mask?

"Must you wear it?" A member of the sentinel asked.

"You don't have to wear it, but I don't care what happens." Fan Lin said.

Everyone in the sentinel struggled for a while, but put it on honestly.

Yan Biao, who was on the side, was a little depressed because he couldn't get into the mirror, but he suddenly improved a lot.

Fang Zhao put on a mask, all he inhaled was filtered air, and his eyes were separated from the outside air by a transparent baffle.

"This is too good to prevent. It's not a mine. A half-covered breathing mask is enough. Why do you need to cover your eyes?" Lin Kaiwen complained.

"Spicy eyes." Fan Lin said, "Also, it also prevents you from allergies. Everyone's body is different, and others are fine, so it doesn't mean you are fine, just in case. With your small body... Tsk."

Fan Lin's tone was just short of saying "bad wood".

Lin Kaiwen was not convinced, "What's the matter with me, your old man's body is not much better!" He can't compare to Fang Zhao or Fan Lin, a guy who is approaching old age?

Fan Lin didn't speak, just smiled, and then lifted his shirt, revealing his strong eight-pack abs.

Lin Kaiwen: "..." Paralyzed.

"We also do farm work." Fan Lin looked like he was educating the juniors, "Young people, exercise more, don't waste the good genes passed down from your ancestors."

They are all descendants of the Genesis ancestors. It stands to reason that they do not have a particularly weak physique, but no matter how good their genes are, they cannot withstand the waste of generations. Lin Kaiwen's behavior is the result of seldom exercising on weekdays and relying too much on machinery for everything. In a word, they are all lazy.

Lin Kaiwen said that he didn't want to talk to Fan Lin, and he would communicate with the audience first after the live broadcast.

The sky is already a bit dim, and even if the lights are not turned on, you can still see the surroundings of the experimental field.

"What kind of formation is this? Why do you have to wear a mask to watch the germination?" The online audience didn't know why.

"Didn't you say you want to see the germination? They seem to be protecting themselves from viruses."

Lin Kaiwen explained the reason for wearing a mask that Fan Lin said in the morning to the audience. He looked at Fang Zhao and saw that Fang Zhao didn't seem to come to answer the conversation. Lin Kaiwen was happy to continue communicating with the audience.

A minute passed.

Ten minutes passed.

fifteen minutes……

Lin Kaiwen couldn't continue.

The online audience also became impatient. Some said they wanted to play a game first, and some said they should go to the bathroom first.

Lin Kaiwen looked at Fan Lin and asked Fan Lin to explain. Doesn't it mean that it will germinate soon? Fifteen minutes have passed, and there is still no movement. Are you kidding us? Waste of live time!

Fan Lin was not in a hurry, he glanced at the data displayed on a circular instrument in his hand, and said calmly: "Soon."

As soon as Fan Lin finished speaking, Fang Zhao looked up at the experimental field, "Here we come!"

"What's coming? Fang Zhao, what did you hear again..."

bang bang——

A muffled cracking sound suddenly sounded, like a blunt instrument piercing a barrier.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

There were sounds from all over the experimental field one after another.

Cracks appeared on the hard-beaten ground.

White arrow shadows shot out from the crack, and time seemed to speed up at this moment, the veins unfolded as if with self-awareness, and two leaves stretched in the blink of an eye, welcoming the light of dawn projected on the horizon.

The originally bare ground was filled with tender seedlings within a few breaths.

Fang Zhao looked at these seedlings without blinking, as if he saw the notes under the sky being lit up one by one, from dim to brilliant, rotating and connecting into electric arcs, which were transmitted to every corner of the body.

Many times, you have to endure the boring and ordinary beginning, all you need is to wait patiently, to see the moment when they burst out, the power of life blooms wantonly.