Ye Wenlin rolled on the sofa and smiled like a dog. His shirt, which was as neat as a beast, was wrinkled by himself, and he ignored Fu Luo's murderous gaze.

"You went to the man who taught people to dress and make-up on TV to do some tricks, and found that the customer who was in urgent need of dressing up was the future leader," Ye Wenlin wiped away the tears of laughter, "You are so unlucky."

"The one who needs to be dressed up is the leader - he, mom." Fu Luo stared at him for two seconds. She was not a sharp-tongued person, but she could not help but break the example in front of Ye Wenlin. For example, now, she couldn't help but add slowly, "Do you know the other senior brother? Sometimes you are really cheap."

Ye Wenlin cleared his throat: "So what have you learned in the pile of beauties these days?"

Fu Luo was strangely silent.

Ye Wenlin: "What's wrong? Say it."

Fu Luo: "…repair the working robot."

She stopped and was tragic and ridiculed by Ye Tiancai in the next round of inhumane ridicule.

That extremely unlucky day passed. Not long after get off work, she received a call from Ye Wenlin. The shameless senior happened to finish a mission and was about to return to Earth to rest. He asked Fu Luo to come over to help him with some things on the weekend.

Although this person is an absolute bitch, he is really capable. On the one hand, Fu Luo thinks he is a bastard, and on the other hand, he is irresistible to admire him. This makes her despise herself deeply in her heart and be treated as a sucker to Ye Wenlinzai.

After he had laughed enough, Fu Luocai asked expressionlessly: "You ask me to come and help me, and then mentally attack me first. What is your mentality?"

Ye Wenlin said frankly: "If you have a advantage, don't take advantage, don't look for a country bumpkin if you have fun."

Fu Luo: "..."

"You are so bad." Fu Luo stood up, picked up his still empty briefcase and walked out.

"Hey, wait!" Ye Wenlin jumped and grabbed the corner of Fu Luo's clothes, "If you really have something to do, please help me, it's useless!"

Fu Luo paused.

"Really, I swear by my personality that a little physical work will be rewarded!"

Of course Fu Luo didn't believe it, because the person named Ye has never had the character, but she has been enslaved by Ye Wenlin for so many years and has developed a habit of abuse. Finally, she turned back and sat on the short sofa of Senior Ye's house: "Say."

"Help me move." Ye Wenlin said, "I plan to move to the 'Sharp Knife' headquarters. Just help me get the things on the ground transport truck. It has set up a route and will be sent back to me."

"As for the reward..." Ye Wenlin's eyes swept around the room. Finally, he opened a cabinet, and the things inside made Fu Luo sit upright.

"All the most complete collections of classic war examples in ancient and modern times, both in China and abroad. After detailed archives, some of them are older in paper versions. Each case contains comments from at least three famous generals or military experts, as well as some of my personal opinions. These are all in my mind, and now it is yours."

"Is the sharp knife going bankrupt? Is it not paid? Are you crazy about poverty? Can't you hire a porter robot?" The Silian asked, while she saw these things, she decisively buried her in Fu Luo's own belly. She raised her head and showed an extremely positive smile: "When will you move?"

A whole day later, Fu Luo sat on the empty floor of Ye Wenlin's house, moving her sore muscles - she was a military academy student, not a big bag, and being yelled by Ye Bitch all day was also a great physical and psychological destruction.

but……

Fu Luo glanced at what Ye Wenlin promised to give her, which had been made into a bag and placed neatly in the corner.

"Forget it," Fu Luo felt sad in pain, "Anyway, the final result of not giving anything is to help you, and now you have gained a lot."

...This masochist is trying hard to imagine the reward that is not matched with labor as a pile of pies falling from the sky, calming down his unbalanced mentality.

Ye Wenlin took out the last two bottles of drinks from the refrigerator and handed them to Fu Luo - the two bottles were naturally stuck together, and it turned out to be a buy one free one.

Fu Luo took it suspiciously, carefully searched the bottle for a circle of shelf life, but unexpectedly found that it had not expired yet. He asked in surprise: "Can I still drink a sip of water in my lifetime? Is the direction of the earth twisting, right?"

Ye Wenlin grabbed a handful of her hedgehog's head: "Be generous, don't be so mean."

Fu Luo paused and raised his head sincerely: "I think there are really not many people in the world who are generous than me."

Immediately, she looked at Ye Wenlin's empty house - the false windows showed real scenery, and the owner could customize it into any favorite scene, forest, city, desert, grassland or even seabed... The nanomaterials on it will show corresponding dynamic photos, giving people an illusion of being immersive.

But it is just an illusion that the length of those dynamic pictures is limited, and they will only be broadcast from the beginning after the broadcast. After staring at them for a long time, even pixels that are so detailed that they will appear dull and fake.

That's right, Ye Wenlin lives underground.

The population is decreasing, while the per capita land area is increasing, which does not mean that the "living people have their own houses" that people dream of in ancient times can be realized. I don't know when it started, "living on the ground" or "living on the ground" has become a distinct class division.

The only high-rise buildings on the ground are public institutions and office buildings. All residences are from height to shorter. After hundreds of years of change, they have developed to the point where an above-ground house is equipped with a park. Villas and courtyards are the worst above-ground houses. Manors and courtyards are the main components, and there are more luxurious ones, both of which are more luxurious.

Under the endless extravagance of people, land resources are still extremely scarce, and every inch of land is still valuable.

Most people can only own their own property underground throughout their lives.

Even if elite space service personnel like them have almost the highest salary among their peers, they are fledgling and cannot afford a land residence without the help of wealth without decades of wealth accumulation.

"Are you planning to live in the apartment at your unit and rent your house out?" Fu Luo asked.

Ye Wenlin sat next to her: "I sold the house."

Fu Luo was surprised. She knew that this house was bought by Ye Wenlin who saved money and stingy after saving six years of royalties and school subsidies. You should know that the underground houses are of course divided into different levels. Ye Wenlin's home is well located, with convenient transportation, exquisite construction, and very good underground solid noise pollution. It is the best in the underground house and it was not cheap at that time.

"Why?"

"Because I probably haven't had a chance to come back in recent years," said Ye Wenlin. "I haven't come back, it's not convenient to take care of the house, and it's hard to rent."

Fu Luo keenly heard something else from his voice: "You mean..."

"The war is coming soon." Ye Wenlin said.

Fu Luo was shocked, and then she realized that although Ye Wenlin had a bad character, he was definitely not a person who talked about military secrets in a mess, so it was impossible for him to have formal orders. It was probably because he inferred through some incredible clues himself.

"Who?" Fu Luo put down the drink bottle, "Space Pirate? Passing Aliens? Or..."

Ye Wenlin shook his head: "Those are nothing. We need to worry about, we will always have our own neighbors."

"You mean..." Fu Luo paused and involuntarily lowered his voice, "People."

"Well, he is a human in galaxy."

When human activities in space gradually increased to a certain level, they finally had the ability to send effective messages to the vast space. Two hundred and fifty years ago, they began to contact aliens one after another. Just as the era of voyage in ancient times made people realize the existence of other continents, it is surprising that there were actually a small group of registered residents on Earth who were unknown.

Then humans began to expand to the entire solar system. Two hundred and one year ago, the first space transfer supply station in the solar system appeared, and then the space coalition forces of the guards sent by various countries emerged.

The early space coalition was not very good in terms of equipment, scale and combat awareness, which directly led to the vulnerable attacks of the space exile troops invading 160 years ago.

At that time, some people on earth fled, while the other part still stayed in their mother planet to resist stubbornly, turning the originally one-sided war of aggression into a protracted tug-of-war.

For a full sixty years, Fu Luo's grandmother was born in a war a hundred years ago, so it is called the "generation of war".

The invaders used long suffering to hone a space bayonet for humans. When they finally retreated due to insufficient supplies, countries already had complete space defense systems. At the same time, humans who fled during the war landed on an asteroid less than a light year outside the solar system. People used their technology to stay on the asteroid in horror and took root, and have since been called "his galaxy humans."

"The ancestors of his galaxy humans escaped at the time, and there were many senior executives from various countries inside. They took away not only people and materials," Ye Wenlin said softly. "There are also the cutting-edge military technology of various countries at that time. With their military strength alone, they had the ability to fight with us. They formed their own governments and survived the most difficult times. However, after finally simulating the ecosystem, they quickly turned from alliances to infighting. So far, their economic monitoring data showed that the country was already in chaos. The winner of the recent factional struggle was unfortunately a hawkish idiot. He had no choice but to start a war."

Fu Luo thought for a while and asked humbly: "I don't understand, why does he have no choice but to start a war?"

Ye Wenlin turned his head and suddenly asked in no trace: "You asked you to report on your registration certificate to the second department? Did you say what you asked you to do?"

Fu Luo shook his head.

Ye Wenlin said "Oh", gently tapped the empty half-empty drink bottle with his slender fingers, and thought for a moment: "I have seen your internship evaluation in the third department. Lao Cao gave you a good score, and it seems to be excellent?"

Fu Luo's eyes lit up: "So where can I go?"

Ye Wenlin said slowly: "At the beginning of graduation, you should be assigned to the General Staff of the Second Department, and there happened to be a group of orderly soldiers there."

"Ah..." Fu Luo was obviously disappointed.

Ye Wenlin was happy: "You 'ah', what 'ah', not everyone can enter. First, you have good personal qualities, and secondly, I heard that your mother has something to do with the logistics group, and your dad..."

Fu Luo interrupted him expressionlessly: "Don't mention him."

"Tsk, what does it have to do with you about your affairs?" Ye Wenlin complained, and changed the subject with kindness, "Or where else do you want to go?"

Fu Luo said without thinking: "I also want to go to the 'sharp knife'."

Ye Wenlin was stunned for a moment, and then laughed silently: "Sharp knife? What's the good about sharp knife? In case of war, sharp knife is the absolute vanguard, and it's a place to kill. From the day the coalition was established, every real officer was doing odd jobs in the General Staff. If you are by those people, your perspective of thinking about problems will rise to a higher level, which is not more promising than when you go to the front line? Besides, what's fun about the front line?"

Fu Luo frowned: "I didn't want to be an official."

Ye Wenlin: "At your age, the leaders probably haven't started thinking about it yet. You don't have to worry... Well, except Yang Ning."

"College Yang Ning?" Fu Luo asked quickly, "Do you know him?"

"I have met a few times." Ye Wenlin hesitated for a moment, "He... He is a good person, and it is said that he is very reasonable. Because he is relatively young, has a very active mind, can listen to others' words, and has a relatively easy-going temper. If you are under him, life should not be very sad."

Fu Luo lost his spirit: "Yes, that day he kindly praised me for my creative holiday."

She didn't want to do boring duties under a versatile "dough" man, so she might as well repair a robot in Uncle Luo's office.

Ye Wenlin didn't pay attention to her implicit complaints, as if she was aware of her. Then she took back her topic with a rare look: "You can learn more with him, but be careful when dealing with him. Don't be presumptuous because he looks good, and don't get too close to him."

Fu Luo was stunned.

This time, Ye Wenlin did not explain, but said seriously: "Remember the advice given to you by elders. Don't get so many questions for naughty kids - see what time it is. If you don't kneel down, are you planning to treat me to supper?"

Fu Luo decisively carried her "reward" and was about to retreat. When she walked to the door, she remembered again: "You haven't told me yet, why do you think that humans in his galaxy would go to war with us?"

"Because..." Ye Wenlin opened the door for her and said an aria like saving the world with a charlatan, "This is the difference between a genius and a mortal."

Pooh.

Fu Luo turned around and left.

"Oh, by the way," Ye Wenlin suddenly called her seriously, and continued to ask seriously while Fu Luo's look back with anticipation, "I have always wanted to ask, what does your Batman look mean?"
Chapter completed!