After exhausting myself to death

Shao Kunyao likes to drink fruit juice.

Although people in the interstellar era can use nutrient solutions instead of eating, they still need to drink water.

The development of science and technology has increased resource utilization to the highest level. The food that originally could only feed one person can now feed hundreds of people. Therefore, the profession of farmers has long ceased to exist.

Only businesses that make nutrient solutions will rent out a piece of land to fully automate the planting of plants that are most suitable for making nutrient solutions.

It’s not that there aren’t other edible fruits and vegetables, they’re just either in museums or so expensive that ordinary families can’t afford them.

Shao Kunyao, the daughter of the richest man, is naturally not included in this list.

There is a fruit orchard under her name, which has a constant temperature all year round. Every morning, a robot will pick the freshest fruits from the branches, and then send them to the Mo family kitchen as soon as possible.

Squeeze the juice from two berries, add half a spoon of ice water, if the berries are too sour, add two drops of honey.

Mosnian is familiar with this process.

He walked out of the kitchen holding a cup of prepared juice and handed it to Shao Kunyao, who was sitting on the sofa doing work, "Mother."

Shao Kunyao only glanced at him, his expression cold and indifferent.

Mosnian was used to such disappointment. He put the cup on the table aside, "Mom, Aunt Wen, I'm going back to the room to read first."

Shao Kunyao frowned and checked the data on the optical brain without even looking at it. Wen Yu smiled at him in a friendly manner, "Snian, don't push yourself too hard, or maybe you can invite friends to travel to nearby planets for a few days?"

Mosnian smiled shyly, turned and went upstairs to his room. His classmates and friends were all enjoying a short vacation with their families. He couldn't make a date, and he didn't want to go out alone.

It would be better to spend this time on improving his abilities. After all, what he wants to do is very difficult.

Wen Yu watched him walk away with a smile, turned around and saw Shao Kunyao's cold and serious look, and sighed softly.

She was adopted by Shao Kunyao's richest father when she was very young, and she was an assistant specially trained for heirs. Among the twin sisters of the Shao family, the elder sister Shao Kunli has determined her goal of joining the army very early, so she actually follows Shao Kunyao most of the time.

"Yao Yao, you obviously want to care about Si Nian, why do you have to force yourself?" Wen Yu comforted her.

They have a good relationship. Although they are called assistants, they are also best friends. Wen Yu can speak directly to Shao Kunyao.

What happened sixteen years ago was an absolute secret. Apart from the Mo family, only Wen Yu knew about it. In order to prevent the young Mo Hexuan from discovering the abnormality, Wen Yu took care of Mo Nian for half a year.

Shao Kunyao put down the optical computer tiredly. The data on it was still on the page half an hour ago. Obviously she didn't read it.

Her eyes were sad, "But Ayu, what should I do? If I am good to Si Nian, how sad would it be if my children knew about it? When he comes to my dream at night and asks me, how should I answer ?”

Her expression was so frightened and sorrowful that Wen Yu's eyes heated up and he hugged her heartily: "It's okay, it's okay, Yaoyao, let him let go of the past. Everything will be fine."

She knew that Shao Kunyao had not been happy for so many years.

The child died without any bones left, and Shao Kunyao would always have a desolate ruin in her heart. She couldn't forgive herself, nor could she forgive Mo Hongxue.

Wen Yu's hands were harder, and she hugged Shao Kunyao tightly, hoping to pass on her strength to the other party.

Her friend had been so bright and bright. In her memory, Yaoyao loved to laugh, and her coquettish behavior could make people's hearts melt. Even now, even if he is cheerful, he only opens his lips slightly, and even the curve of his mouth reveals sadness.

Shao Kunyao's sadness once lasted only one night, but now her happiness cannot last more than three seconds.

Wen Yu picked up the fruit juice on the table and said, "Yaoyao, drink some water."

Shao Kunyao struggled to reach out her hand, but when her eyes, which were dull due to pain, touched the red juice, she quickly retracted it as if she had been burned.

Shao Kunyao flicked the cup away tremblingly, "No, no, I don't want to drink this. Ayu, can you pour me a glass of water? Just ordinary water."

"Yes, of course." Wen Yu felt sour in her heart. She stood up and walked towards the kitchen. She only took two steps before looking back worriedly.

Shao Kunyao sat quietly, staring blankly into the distance, like a lifeless sculpture.

Wen Yu suddenly felt that this house was too big.

Mo Hongxue and Mo Hexuan have been fighting away from home all year round. In the future, Mo Hongxue will also go to the university to live on campus. What will her friend do?

——"Yao Yao, have you really decided to marry Mo Hongxue? When he goes to the military camp, won't you be lonely?"

——"How could it be? I love him, but he is not the only person in my life. He has his ambitions, and I also have my career. If I really miss him, then I will go to the front line to see him. "

After the news of the child's death came back, Shao Kunyao started a unilateral cold war with Mo Hongxue. They were once so loving, but now they are just businesslike and indifferent.

Respecting each other as guests is not a good story, it is a complete tragedy.

It's not that they don't love each other.

Even if only one of them loses patience with the marriage, they can file for divorce at any time. With today's laws in the union, this process can go very quickly.

But they all tacitly ignored this choice, and spent the spring, summer, autumn and winter awkwardly, resentfully, and tormenting each other.

*

"Shen Minghuan, how many times have I told you not to stay up late? If I catch you secretly playing with your computer in the middle of the night next time, I will... just..."

Shang Chi was so angry that he suddenly got stuck in the middle.

The two of them have passed the entrance exam and now live in the student dormitory of the First Army.

The First Army was very luxurious. The dormitories were in the form of small suites, with one person per room and four people per dormitory.

It's just that it's not the time for freshmen to enroll. All other dormitories are full, so Xie Xu has to free up another suite for the two of them.

"That's it?" Shen Minghuan blinked innocently and smiled mischievously, "Brother?"

Shang Chi's reason completely disappeared with the word "brother", and his whole body seemed to be dizzy after drinking fake wine.

Although they treat each other as brothers, Shen Minghuan always calls him "Shang Chi, Shang Chi". Shang Chi always feels that Shen Minghuan does not really recognize this sworn relationship.

Later, when they arrived at the Emperor Star, Shang Chi no longer considered himself an elder brother. After all, he also had a bit of inferiority complex. Everyone knows that Shen Minghuan is outstanding, and he was able to join the First Army only because of this person's glory.

He thought that maybe he was not worthy of being Shen Minghuan's brother.

This "brother" sound was too lethal, and Shang Chi could no longer maintain his ferocious aura. He said in a stern tone: "Anyway, it's not allowed anyway, do you hear me?"

"I heard it." Shen Ming smiled brightly, "But I still dare."

Shang Chi was so angry with him, "I can't control you anymore. I'm going to tell the teacher."

"If the teacher finds out, he will definitely scold me." Shen Minghuan said confidently, "Brother, do you really want to say that?"

It's so strange, Shang Chi cursed in his heart. Shen Minghuan clearly didn't act pitiful, but he started to feel soft inexplicably.

Shang Chi coughed dryly and said hesitantly: "Then, I won't do it next time."

Shen Minghuan smiled proudly.

"You." Shang Chi could only smile bitterly.

Those who think Shen Minghuan is well-behaved should really be allowed to take a look. This man is clearly a devil in the world. He seems to be born to look at others' choices. The more others don't have a bottom line for him, the more he dares to push his limits.

Very arrogant, but somehow very lovable.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot. Lu Zhiyi asked me to tell you that he went to retest his talent."

Shang Chi held up the optical computer to show Shen Minghuan the news, "Why did he make a special trip to tell you the results? And why didn't he tell you in person? It's not like he doesn't have your contact information."

Shen Minghuan said seriously, "Maybe it's because he admires you and likes you, and wants to create opportunities to communicate with you."

"You're talking nonsense again. I'm a future S-class warrior. How can I be worshiped?" Shang Chi said with envy written all over his face.

Lu Zhiyi had indeed reached the S-level threshold, which confirmed Shen Minghuan's guess.

It is currently generally believed that the level of mental power only represents the level of being able to control mechas, and has no other special form of expression. Without piloting a mecha, there is no difference between everyone.

This is true below S level, but there are some differences above S level, such as Lu Zhiyi's extraordinary premonition.

There are too few examples of alliances to study, and I had not thought of it before. After all, some outstanding generals throughout the ages have been able to predict the enemy's actions.

These predictions were very unreasonable. Maybe the enemy had an idea and changed their decision at the last minute. There was no logic, but they were able to guess it correctly, as if they had divine help.

Shen Minghuan dared to make the assertion because he knew the third example - Ms. Shao Kunli who tried her best to protect the original owner.

As we all know, mental power must be released through a certain medium, such as an optical brain or a mecha.

But when Shao Kunli and the original owner were sent to the star destroyer back then, they had nothing to wear, and even their brain was confiscated. What's more, the optical brain can only connect the spiritual body to the star network and cannot appear in reality.

S-level obviously cannot do this, otherwise Mo Hongxue would have discovered it long ago. So, what if Shao Kunli was more than S-level at that time?

S-level people have extremely keen perceptions and can vaguely perceive the context and direction of things. SS-level people should also have other abilities, right?

For example, to release mental power into the real world without the help of media?

Similar to a soul leaving the body?

Shen Minghuan can naturally do this, but he thinks that he is different and cannot be considered as a general example.

But if it was as he guessed, then Tang Chao Yan... would be a little too miserable.

Shen Minghuan shook his head secretly, no, he was the only one who could be so miserable.

He would have to be even worse than Tang Chaoyan.

"But you are very skilled." Shen Minghuan's thoughts were spinning, and he still talked to Shang Chi with a smile on his face, "When the Zerg are eliminated in the future, we will no longer need the mechas. At that time, the level of mental power will not count. Strength is more important.”

Shang Chi was amused by this sentence, "How can it be so easy? Eliminate the Zerg... When will the Zerg be eliminated?"

Shen Minghuan smiled slightly and said softly: "Almost."

Shang Chi was slightly startled. At that moment, he suddenly felt that Shen Minghuan's words seemed to come from afar, with ethereal and boundless sadness.

He couldn't help but tremble, turned his head hastily, and saw Shen Minghuan still smiling proudly.

It was just an illusion.

Shang Chi breathed a sigh of relief.

*

The First Army campus is very empty these days.

The students took a collective vacation, and half of the teachers went to the front line for support. The remaining half had their application rejected by the alliance due to age restrictions, and they were in a bad mood and shut themselves up in their rooms.

Although they knew that Principal Xie Xu had brought back two students and made an exception to give them a set of test papers at a time when they were not enrolled in school, the teachers could not muster their curiosity.

It happened that Xie Xu didn't have time to deal with them.

He reported to the alliance and applied for an S-class mecha that had been retired due to excessive damage on the battlefield to be used for Shen Minghuan's training.

The First Army has mechas of all levels. There is even an SS-class locked in the basement of the school history museum, but there is no S-class.

So when the front lines were anxious and everyone in the alliance was panicked, this news was like a storm, instantly igniting hope in everyone's hearts.

——A quasi-soldier who was S-class when he first awakened appeared in the alliance.

Although there was an error with the equipment during the test at the age of fourteen, it is not too late now. He was only sixteen years old, so he didn't waste much time.

And it is said that he is a well-deserved super genius. He can know his martial arts moves at a glance. Most importantly, he also has unique insights into the art of war.

Naturally handsome, he is a good candidate for a commander.

In fact, if possible, Xie Xu didn't want to announce it to the outside world. Although he only said it was S-class, Xie Xu still felt that there was a risk.

But there is no way. Shen Minghuan needs mecha training. If he can't give him SS level, he will be a waste of talent. If he can't give him even S level, it will be a waste.

After the seven-day holiday, the campus really became lively.

A group of students also began to wander outside the dormitories of Shen Minghuan and Shang Chi. They all came here to see what the inheritors of ancient martial arts, S-level talent holders, and future commanders with keen vision looked like.

Although Shen Minghuan's 3D image has spread throughout the school forum, it is better to declare war in person.

Shen Minghuan has been discussing with others a lot during this time.

Everyone who can get into the First Army is a proud man of heaven, how can he be willing to have his light obscured? They will only worship real strong men, without seeing them with their own eyes, and everything in terms of reputation will not count.

Then they became Shen Minghuan's little brothers.

To be precise, because Shen Minghuan was too young and looked even younger, they had no choice but to become his "big brothers".

"Brother, sit here. I have reserved a seat for you. After class, will you tell me about yesterday's trick?"

"Brother, are you tired after walking from the dormitory? Brother brought you water. Here, it's still warm."

"Did my brother finish his military theory homework? I asked him to copy it?"

It makes Shang Chi very annoyed.

The most important thing for Shang Chi every day is to stop his brother's fanatical fans.

He was also a little social expert, and he might have had a low self-esteem and timidity at first. However, the glory of the students of the First Army had long since dissipated among their shameless "brother" and "brother".

"Ming Huan, have you read the school forum? They all want you to be the commander-in-chief."

Shang Chi fought wits and bravely and led Shen Minghuan back to the dormitory from the encirclement. He excitedly turned on the optical brain and said, "It's not in vain that you are so good to them. You are willing to teach them everything."

Most of the teachers in the military school have temporarily gone to the battlefield to provide support, and the school's teaching resources are somewhat insufficient.

Xie Xu discussed with the principals of several major military academies, and simply organized a military exercise with Star Network and threw all these students into it.

Nowadays, all the major military academies are competing for the position of the school's commander-in-chief. It is a ups and downs. People in the entire Star Network are extremely happy to see it, and even start to place bets.

The most intense one is undoubtedly the Supreme Military Academy of the Alliance. A new commander can be elected every day, and then he is overthrown on the first day. No one in the Supreme Military Academy, which is full of talents, obeys anyone.

However, the peace of the First Army was a bit unexpected. Interstellar netizens who were worried about the world being in chaos went to the school forum to spread their anger. Unfortunately, all the people they encouraged had been defeated by Shen Minghuan. It was still the kind of battle without suspense.

It doesn't matter if he can't compete in martial arts, he hasn't won the sand table deduction, and he even lost miserably in the Star Online game.

The netizens who failed to fight were very disappointed and had to go to the forum of the Supreme Army together, shouting "stop fighting, stop fighting", but in fact they wanted to "harder, harder".

Shen Minghuan looked at the voting results at the top of the forum and said modestly: "What an award. I just entered the school. How can I afford such a great honor?"

Shang Chi was speechless, "Ming Huan, follow me and you can stop acting."

Shen Minghuan raised the corners of his mouth and snorted, "They are discerning."

"Then if they didn't choose you, would you obey the commander-in-chief's orders?" Shang Chi asked curiously.

Shen Minghuan sighed, "Then I have no choice but to usurp the throne first."

Shang Chi had learned the word usurping the throne from history books. After thinking about it, he felt that this was really something Shen Minghuan could do.

Shang Chi sighed: "If you were born in ancient times, you would be either a wise king or a treacherous minister."

*

Time on campus passed quickly, as if three days had passed in the middle of a fight, and the top military had reluctantly chosen a commander-in-chief despite the deadline.

Teachers do not interfere with this process.

After this batch of students graduate, some are destined to become commanders, and some will be commanded. The current playful selection process is also accumulating reputation for future legion commanders.

Selecting someone with your own heart and soul is always more convincing than being designated by a teacher.

It's just that the commanders elected in the past were all seniors. After all, they had studied for a few more years and were better than the juniors who had never seen the battlefield a few times.

It's time to join the army after their senior year. Their future positions in the army can be roughly gauged from the exercises.

The other schools were all normal, but Shen Minghuan was born in the First Army. Principal Xie Xu was both pleased and worried. He was proud of the excellence of his students, but as the principal, this time, the commander Miao Zi he liked in his senior year was missing an opportunity to train and gain prestige.

"As a teacher, you have to worry about your life. It's not good for your students to be too good."

After the principal's speech, Xie Xu pointed at the young man wearing a mask standing in front of the First Army team, frowning and complaining pretending to be sad.

The Supreme Military Principal, Xiang Wanqiu, is a kind-hearted old lady. She has always been gentle and approachable, and she treats people well. She is the only one who has trouble dealing with Xie Xu. "I heard that Ming Huan was picked up by you from Lanxing just a month ago, so you don't have anything to do with it." Heart."

"This kid is good at everything, but he's not very lucky. He met you and was coaxed into joining the First Army, which is bad at everything."

The principals of the two top military academies were quarreling, and the principals of other military academies did not dare to participate. After all, they did not have the confidence to say that the other's school was garbage.

Compared with the principals who only dared to be cautious while watching the show, the crowd was very happy.

[The friendship between the two military academies is indeed as deep as the sea. I was moved to tears. 】

[I testify, you obviously cried with laughter! 】

[Stop fighting, stop fighting, the schools of both principals are very good, don’t fight over me anymore. 】

[Are the students upstairs who are not available to the two major military academies? Admired for a long time. 】

This military exercise was combined with the Star Network, so it was broadcast live to the outside world. In an era where everyone is a soldier, simulated battles between military academies are extremely popular, not to mention that the scale this time is unusually large.

"Are you jealous of Principal Xiang? I can pick up talented people just by walking out. But having said that, it's lucky that I met you. Principal Xiang is dim-sighted. Maybe you can't find the gold in front of you." Xie Xu retorted. .

Xiang Wanqiu snorted coldly, "What should I be jealous of? Am I jealous that your school is only focusing on teaching and forgetting to educate people?"

If you don't slap someone in the face, you will lose half your happiness.

The two principals have been fighting for so long, and they know best how to stab each other to make it more painful.

Sure enough, Xie Xu's face turned black.

[What do you mean by what you said to the principal? Can any class representative explain it? 】

[You must be very young upstairs. More than ten years ago, Tang Chaoyan was a student of the First Army. 】

[At that time, Principal Xie was already the principal of the First Army, and it was said that Principal Xie personally taught Tang Chaoyan how to operate the mecha. 】

[Unfortunately, you can see this disgusting name here. 】

[It is indeed unlucky. Principal Xie was very kind to Tang Rengui when he was in school. It can only be said that some people are born with dark hearts. When he rebelled, he did not consider the impact on the First Army at all. 】

[I called him Marshal when I was blind. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. I wanted to contribute to his square again. 】

【Take me one. 】