Chapter 461

Lu Zhengkang thought it would be a beautiful reporter's sister to interview, but the result is not. In fact, it is a video interview, and the reporter is just a robot.

The questions to be answered were sent by e-mail ahead of time. Lu Zhengkang glanced at them and didn't recite them. These words were like two groups of muttering glutinous rice dumplings. He could clearly feel the images, but he just couldn't remember what they were saying.

Tangyuan A: "excuse me Gollum, Nunu, how old are you

Tangyuan B: "good question Hulu, six or seven

Tangyuan A: "ah, humor, little, ggenius, good, Gulu."

Tangyuan B: "not a genius, just Struggle, work hard, whoop.... "

Lu Zhengkang patted his head and looked at it again.

Question 1: "how old are you?"

Answer one: "eight years old this year."

Parenthesis: praise and encouragement

question 2: "your work" observing the world like a person "has aroused great repercussions. How do you feel about it?"

Answer 2: "it's just a sketch. I didn't expect so many citizens to like it. I'm very honored to thank my parents and teachers for their cultivation."

Parenthesis: praise and encouragement

question 3: "according to statistics, the number of people who voted for your work on the official website has exceeded 110000, ranking sixth compared with the same period. As the winner of the National Youth Science and technology model competition in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, do you have any way to impact the provincial competition?"

Answer three: "yes, I have an idea, because it will be an honor for all of us. We must try our best, even if we can't achieve satisfactory results..."

Lu Zhengkang sighed. It's boring. It's too boring. The standard question and answer doesn't need to worry about expressing any subjective answer.

The date of the interview soon came, and Lu Zhengkang also got the key to the Herbarium. Mr. Shao repeatedly advised him not to enter easily, for fear that some things would not be accepted by children, so it's better to go with him.

Mr. Shao said that these were good intentions, but Lu Zhengkang always felt that he didn't mean well, because his hidden excitement was like Su Xiangli's snickering before every prank, so what was in the herbarium? Isn't there a mysterious laboratory hidden?

Lu Zhengkang shivered.

These days, the secret laboratory is synonymous with danger in film and television works.

Today is the end of December, and the interview with Lu Zhengkang officially begins.

It happened to be Friday. The interview was arranged at 1 p.m. Lu Zhengkang chose an empty classroom. Mr. Shao brought a projector. The classroom lights were adjusted more naturally. The curtains were closed and the projector was turned on.

There is only a blue background on the projection screen, and a "signal not connected" prompt box is in the middle.

While the signal is not connected, this time can be used to tidy up the clothes.

Lu Zhengkang is wearing a school uniform with red background and white pattern, which is the kind of wide and thick, and can make all the people who wear it become the same dull appearance.

Unfortunately, they are not young pioneers, otherwise it would be more formal to wear a red scarf on their chest. The entrance ceremony of the young pioneers in the experimental primary school was arranged in the second semester of the third grade. It was just a few months away. Mr. Shao looked up and down and said that he would run out of the house in a hurry.

Lu Zhengkang took out his mobile phone and looked at the time. It's 12:57. Teacher, how can you leave me here alone!

The "signal not connected" on the projection screen turns to "signal test 1", the blue background turns to yellow, and then "signal test 2" turns to red. The three colors flash alternately, and the word "signal test completed" appears in the prompt box.

Lu Zhengkang is sitting in the empty classroom. In the middle of the classroom, the projector is on the table in front of him. He looks up at the screen on the wall in front of him. The huge picture can't even get a panoramic view. This kind of scene makes him have some wonderful illusions. It's like a huge man hiding behind the projection screen, switching the transparent paper of red, yellow and blue back and forth. That man has countless arms, and his face is calm to cold, but the corner of his mouth is still slightly raised. I don't know whether it's because of happiness or some external demand. Such a giant has been hiding behind the screen all the time, Do people see it? Maybe I saw it, maybe I didn't.

Lu Zhengkang and the giant look at each other. He doesn't care about the small existence of Lu Zhengkang at all. He is just playing with the tricolor slice on his hand.

What's so much fun? Lu Zhengkang is looking at the giant's life with exquisite eyes.

Slowly, as Lu Zhengkang became more and more attentive, he realized that the giant was in fact false, and the flakes on his hand were real. Even those flakes were not real when they were still. Only when they were changing, countless scenes appeared and disappeared, like the explosion of grand fireworks, bright and greasy bubbles, and countless truths became virtual here False, countless false in here become true, Lu Zhengkang can see thin piece grow body, is that giant.

The giant's shell is piled up with twisted lead white muscles, like mercury, with a cold and sticky shimmer, like a layer of glue. People can't move their eyes, they can only look at the thin slices between their palms. During the switching, countless colors come out, just like the gushing of underground water, surging to the point where they can't break free.Shao's voice came from the distant horizon, "red scarf I'll tie it up for you, good boy. What a spirit

"Are you listening? Interview... "

Mr. Shao's voice changed from a high pitched and slightly sharp baritone to a dull and calm mechanical tone, constantly repeating "interview", "interview" and "interview".

Lu Zhengkang squints his eyes. A specific scene is projected from the giant's thin sheet. A six generation fund functional bionic intelligent weapon is looking at him. Its appearance has a more sense of design and technology than the civilian home intelligent weapon. The minimalist lines converge into a cold curve and have a kind of tough warrior texture.

"It seems that our children are a little shy." There was a smile on the face of the machine reporter.

Lu Zhengkang recovered. He realized that his brain was so sensitive that he had bad hallucinations. It was a symptom of mental illness.

He recalled it a little and found that the interview had just started. It was question 1. So Lu Zhengkang pretended to be nervous and replied, "I'm eight years old."

"Very good!" The machine praised the boy greatly.

Every next question is in order.

Until the last one.

"Do you have any ideas about your future study and life?"

Lu Zhengkang thought about it. Maybe it's just a proposition. He can't be subjective. He can't say something about himself. He's been looking at the progress of his task for two and a half days. It's a rare record.

"No idea."

Ding, mission failed, do you want to start again?