Superstars of Tomorrow

Although they all had nutrients and some compressed food, the people at the 23rd sentinel were very good for Fan Lin and Fang Zhao and his party, and they took out the prey that they stored and returned.

The sentinel is far from the base, and the conditions are limited. Each room is only ten square meters and two people.

In the evening, Lin Kaiwen, who had been tired for a day, was too lazy to move in bed. He followed a lot of roads today. When he looked down at the experimental field in the air, he didn’t feel much, but he really walked inside and realized that he was very tired and walked back and forth. I have to deal with Fan Lin's various problems.

The room at the sentinel has a sense of indifference in metal, like a prison. This kind of condition, which is similar at any base, is very common, but at least the base is larger than the sentinel room and the configuration is more complete.

Lin Kaiwen thought, anyway, I will return to the base tomorrow, and I will endure one night.

"Fang Zhao, is writing a diary?" Lin Kaiwen saw Fang Zhao and asked what he wrote with the familiar book. These days, he has already figured out the habit of calling the party. Every day, the general assembly will write something in that notebook. Fang Zhao said that it is a music score, but he can't understand it, and he is going to write a diary.

"Well, you sleep first, I still have something to write." Fang Zhao wrote about the scene from the base to the sentinel, looking down from the sky to the jungle and the jungle scene, and when experimenting with the fields. Paragraph inspiration.

These are not enough, just a few small pieces, but for a long time, perhaps one day in the future, under the catalysis of a certain opportunity, it may be possible to create a complete song.

Before calling for service, Fang Zhao was talked to by Xue Jing, who was going to talk to the past. This year, the old artist will once again have a global tour, but the party is unable to participate because of the service.

Xue Jing suggested that even if you are in service, don't waste the intricate inspiration. Although Fang Zhao is only in his twenties, he is still quite young in the new century. Of course, in the industry of composition, he is still very young, but other continents have already Some younger people have organized their own concerts, and Xue Jing hopes that the party will not relax.

“If you want to get more recognition in this industry, you still have to improve your artistic value through some traditional methods, such as organizing a concert according to the old rules. Perhaps there are many drawbacks to this rule, it’s too rigid, you don’t Recognized, but only 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 Jingxiang Fang Zhao was best able to hold his own concert within ten years. Those concerts that were not commercial in nature were comparable, and they had to come up with works of sufficient quality. Therefore, Xue Jing hopes that the party will serve, and don't forget his own business. Inspiration for this kind of thing, once it is not caught, it is difficult to have a chance to seize it for the second time.

Xue Jing’s suggestion was carefully listened to. In fact, even if Xue Jing did not say, Fang Zhao would record the inspirations of the weekdays according to his old habits, and the conditions in the century would be difficult. Now, such a good opportunity, not sure I can’t say it.

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

Lin Kaiwen couldn't understand the idea of ​​Fang Zhao, but he was already sleepy. "That line, you continue to write. I will sleep first. Call me tomorrow morning. Fan Lin explains that God has to get up early to see the germination. Otherwise, I have to wait for another year. It’s also white.”

"Well, you sleep first."

Fang Zhao shut the room lights first, then grabbed a piece of feed and threw it into the water tank, knocking on the water tank.

The light from the "rabbit" in the tank is like a flashlight that illuminates in a small room.

Fang Zhao is specifically looking for the "rabbit" that Fan Lin wants. This little thing looks very slow. In fact, it is very fine. Just throwing a small feed, it will give a few seconds of light, and the more feed you throw in. , the longer it shines. Fan Lin said that the length of time it shines is related to the mood. The more feed, the better its mood, and the willingness to spend more time. The mood is not good, and no more feed will shine.

Fang Zhao took the clothes to cover, and did not let the light shine on Lin Kaiwen. He looked at the "rabbit" in the eye tank and slowly swallowed the feed. He calmed down and continued to write a piece of music that had not been written before. Two paragraphs to modify it.

When Fang Zhao closed the notebook, Lin Kaiwen had begun to snoring.

The "rabbit" in the water tank seems to be quite good today. I don't know if it is because of the feed, or because of the stimulation of the new environment, it has not been "extinguished" in the middle.

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

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

"Get up and go to the experimental field, don't leave the bed! Remember to bring your camera and keep enough energy!" Fan Lin once again groaned.

When Lin Kaiwen was awakened by the party, he was still a bit stunned, as if he didn't know where he was. After a while, he was awake, yawning and coming to the experimental field behind Fang Zhao.

"The sky is still dark, so I rushed to the ground so early?" Lin Kaiwen said that he yawned again.

"Isn't that nonsense? I won't have to watch it until dawn." Fan Lin also ignored Lin Kaiwen, commanding several experimenters to run inside and out, not knowing what to measure.

The people of the whistle, even if they didn't have a turn, they all got up.

"How is my hair style today?"

"Whoever, wipe your eyes!"

"Where, I forgot to shave! Do I have to go back and scrape it again? Forget it, still not, if I missed the opportunity to do it."

"It's so tight, I shaved a bald head a few days ago, I don't know if my family can recognize me."

The people of the sentry team started so early, just to show their face in the live broadcast. They didn't catch up when they were broadcast live yesterday. Today, Fan Lin said, give them a chance to be a background.

However, as the captain of the squad, Yan Yan did not intend to appear, his level and official position, there are too many constraints, insurance, can only stand in the place where the lens can not shoot.

Fang Zhao looked at the several squadrons who came over. The strong physique with a sturdy momentum, even the one who looks the thinnest on the side, also has a huge explosive power. This is the garrison of the alien base. The difference between people who have not experienced wars in the Zhou Military Region.

Fan Lin looked at the underground monitoring data, and looked at the sky, Lin Kewen said, "You can start the live broadcast... and so on! I almost forgot the mask."

Two lab assistants carried a box of masks and sent the mask inside to everyone.

Standing behind the squadron: "..." wearing a mask can also see who is who?

"Must wear?" asked a person from the whistle.

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

The whistle of the squad was tangled, and it was honestly put on.

Yan Yan on the side was originally depressed because of the inability to enter the mirror.

Fang Zhao wears the top cover, inhaling the filtered air, and the eyes are also separated from the outside air by a transparent baffle.

"This is also very good defense, it is not a mine, a half-mask breathing mask will do, why should you cover your eyes?" Lin Kaiwen complained.

"It will be spicy eyes." Fan Lin said, "And, it also prevents you from being allergic. Everyone's physique is different, others are fine, you are not necessarily okay, just in case. Just your body... oh."

Fan Lin’s tone, he said a word “waste wood”.

Lin Kaiwen is not convinced, "What's wrong with me, your old body is not much better!" He can't compare Fang Zhao, who is a fast-paced fellow?

Fan Lin didn't talk, just smiled, then picked up his shirt and showed a strong eight-pack abs.

Lin Kaiwen: "..." paralysis.

“咱 is also a farmer’s job.” Fan Lin is a junior educator. “Young people, exercise more, don’t waste the good genes passed down by their ancestors.”

They are descendants of the ancestors of Genesis. It is reasonable to say that there is no particularly imaginary physique, but even a good gene can not withstand the waste of generation after generation. Lin Kaiwen is the result of very little exercise on weekdays and excessive dependence on machinery. To sum up a sentence, they are all lazy.

Lin Kaiwen said that he did not want to talk to Fan Lin and communicated with the audience after the live broadcast.

The sky is already a little bright, and even if there is no light, you can see the situation around the experimental field.

"What is this battle? Why do you need a mask when you see the germination?" The online audience is unknown.

"Isn't it necessary to see germination? They are like anti-virus."

Lin Kaiwen explained the reason for wearing a mask in the morning of Fan Lin to the audience. After looking at Fang Zhao and seeing Fang Zhao did not come to pick up the words, Lin Kaiwen was happy to continue to communicate with the audience.

A minute passed.

Ten minutes passed.

fifteen minutes……

Lin Kaiwen said that he could not go on.

Online viewers are also beginning to be impatient, some say they have to play a game first, and some say go to the toilet first.

Lin Kaiwen looked at Fan Lin and asked Fan Lin to give an explanation. Doesn't it mean that it will sprout soon? Fifteen minutes have passed, and there is still no movement, let us play? Waste live time!

Fan Lin was not in a hurry. He looked at the data displayed on a circular instrument in his hand and calmly said: "Come on."

Fan Lin’s voice just fell, and Fang Zhao looked up at the experimental field. “Come on!”

"What is it? What do you call you to hear..."

嘣啪

Some sullen cracking sounds suddenly sounded like a blunt instrument to open a barrier.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

The experimental fields were ringing everywhere.

On the sturdy land, a crack appeared.

A white arrow shadow emerged from the crack, and time seemed to accelerate at this moment. The veins seemed to expand with self-consciousness. Two leaves stretched out in the blink of an eye to meet the dawning light projected from the horizon.

On the bare ground, between the counts, it was filled with tender seedlings.

Fang Zhao’s eyes looked at the seedlings that had broken through the ground, as if they saw the notes under the sky being lit, from dim to splendid, rotating and connecting in series to form an arc, which was transmitted to all corners 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 they erupt, the power of life, the power of life.