Chapter 692: The Melancholy of Young Zheng Feng

According to the rules of the competition, the participating teams that successfully passed the first round of the college assessment and entered the next round of competition have one day off.
It stands to reason that now the Flying Tigers should get together to sum up the gains and losses of the previous round and do some previews for the next round.
But Zheng Feng absently announced the dissolution of the place.
Others wanted to ask him what was wrong, but seeing him with a worried expression, they didn't dare to speak. They only secretly thought that the captain was so strict and won so beautifully, let alone being proud and complacent, and there was no joy at all.
Returning to the dormitory alone, Zheng Feng lay bored on the sofa.
He didn't know what was wrong with him.
After coming out of the virtual space of the game, he always recalled the unfinished "Morrowind II" mothership spacecraft from time to time.
Obviously it is just a mothership designed randomly by a biological tool generated by the main brain simulation in a virtual training mission. It uses ancient outdated craftsmanship, and its performance is inferior to that of today's civilian transport ships. What is better Care?
But the picture is lingering, like a nightmare.
In addition, deep in his heart, he was still asking himself many questions that were almost impossible to answer.
What's wrong with me?
He didn't know why this was, but he was always disturbed.
Zheng Feng turned on the medical self-inspection system and gave himself a holographic scan and psychological state monitoring.
The test report shows that his condition is very normal, even a bit out of normal.
Ding dong.
The doorbell rang.
Ding Hu is here.
After entering the door, Brother Hu kept boasting, "You did a good job today, keep going."
Zheng Feng looked up at Ding Hu, with a reluctant smile on his face, "Brother Hu, let me ask you something."
"What? Say."
"Do you think the queen of microscopic termites is a life?"
"of course."
"What if it is a queen generated by the mastermind simulation in a virtual space?"
"Uh, that depends on whether we define the main brain of the stars as a life. From the current understanding of the scientific community, combined with the many mechanical civilizations we have dealt with, the stars should be regarded as life. So the virtual ants Count later."
"Does the queen ant count as an intelligent life like humans?"
Ding Hu shook his head decisively, "Of course not."
Zheng Feng smiled: "However, if the life of this group of microscopic termites is just a natural phenomenon in the universe. If the decomposition and reorganization of ship wrecks by microscopic termites is just the same cosmological law as the birth and annihilation of stars. Isn’t it the same after one life to death? Isn’t it true that a person has been in love a few times in his life, consumes some oxygen, spit out some carbon dioxide, if lucky, may be able to leave behind a descendant, but that’s all. "
"Perhaps the history of human beings can be longer than the history of microscopic ants, but if the reference time is extended to infinity, it is assumed that human civilization will perish in the universe sooner or later. So what is the difference between humans and microscopic ants? What is the difference between the transformation of the world, the extraction of dark energy pools, the exploration of triple space and real energy, and the law of life and death of a star, and the collision and entanglement of two galaxies? In the end, why do people exist?"
"Huh?" Ding Hu was confused by Zheng Feng's series of philosophical questions.
Brother Hu thought for a long time, "People are still different, there are emotions and emotions."
Zheng Feng smiled and shook his head, and then asked, "Brother Tiger, do you think people can live forever?"
Ding Hu can replied decisively: "The cryonics technology only steals life from time, but even if it keeps freezing, the human brain will still collapse one day, and people can never live forever."
"Since everyone will die, what is the difference between that person's corpse and a piece of dry branch?"
"no difference."
"Dry tree branches and charcoal, is there a difference in the definition of life?"
"No."
"At the moment of death, a living person becomes a meteorite in the universe. There is actually no essential difference between that person and the meteorite floating in the universe. One day in the future, even if we win the battle. In this war, civilization can continue to exist for countless billions of years, but one day, when the life of the universe has reached the end, humans cannot break through the boundaries of the universe like a critical civilization, then humans will inevitably disappear. When everyone is It's dead, and the universe has returned to silence. So what is the meaning of human civilization? Is it just helping the universe to increase entropy?"
Chen Feng's series of questions caused Ding Hu to completely explode.
"Well, if there is nothing wrong, you should rest early, sleep well, don't think about it, there will be a game the next morning, I have to leave beforehand.
After Ding Hu greeted him, he turned his head and ran away, but he was already roaring in his heart.
problem occurs!
Something happened! This stuff is devilish!
Ding Hu felt that he could only ask the off-site audience for this matter.
After a while, Zhou Donglai, Andre, Zheng Yifeng, and Tang Tianxin all broke into Ding Hu's emergency discussion group.
In addition to this small discussion group, there are as many as millions of current scholars and scholars who have held core positions in the philosopher project.
Ding Hu threw Zheng Feng’s question out of his mind, but he could not get the answer, but found that Zhou Donglai, Andre and Zheng Yifeng had left the chat room on the spot, leaving only him and Tang Tianxin, the "juniors" "They looked at each other.
On the other side, discussions among countless scholars were in full swing, and Dong Shan finally made a summary.
"This is a good thing, which shows that Zheng Feng has already begun to take the initiative to consider the fate of human civilization. His problem is actually not complicated. He only needs to make another assumption and it can be broken. He assumes that mankind is destined to perish, even if it is in the compound eye. In the hands, it will be destroyed in the demise of time and the universe."
"If his hypothesis is true, then we are really no different from micro termites. However, if humans can continue to exist in a certain form after the demise of our current universe, our history will not be cut off, but will be reversed. A brand new page opened."
"Then nature represents that human civilization has broken through the boundaries of the universe from the two standards of philosophy and physics. When human beings become a critical civilization or even a transcendence civilization, and the lifespan of civilization exceeds the universe, humans and stars, space meteors, background Natural phenomena under the laws of the universe, such as radiation, are naturally distinguished."
"The subconsciousness of the sage must have observed our current situation. He believes that it is no longer a fantasy for humans to defeat the compound eye, and he has begun to think about the future. His subconscious is thinking about ways to make humans eternal. It is a sage! Think deeply and worry about the world's worries first."
Dong Shan's words shook up a thousand waves like a stone.
Zheng Feng didn't get an answer that satisfies him, let alone knowing that a large group of people are in excitement because of his inexplicable "sorrowful sorrow for spring and autumn".
No words or sleep all night.
Since he could not fall asleep all the time, Zheng Feng simply got up from the bed, activated the duck-filling artifact, and once again immersed himself in the sea of ​​difficult books.
Don't say it, this trick really works.
When he opened the book "Detailed Explanation of Alloy Coupling and Actual Energy Effect", the murmur of constant questioning in his mind instantly disappeared, and the mothership disappeared, replaced by unparalleled concentration.
By the time Zheng Feng recovered, 12 hours had passed, and it was exactly 8 o'clock the next morning.
After studying hard for a night, his brain seemed to be a little painful. He rubbed his temples, got up and stretched, feeling more comfortable.
Zheng Feng went through it in his heart, and suddenly realized that he had only used 12 hours last night, and he had finished the obscure course that was originally planned to take at least ten days and a total of 100 hours.
He was a little unconfident at first, thinking that he had only learned something.
He opened the book and did a lot of questions, and he really knew it.
Zheng Feng scratched his head, carefully recalling this ignorant night.
Teacher Xiaowei is still the same Xiaowei, who has not changed, but herself.
My comprehension ability has been inexplicably enhanced.
On the way of learning, it seems that there are more cannibal tigers behind the hips chasing and pressing, and it seems that there are more old horses leading the way.
Although I don't understand what happened, it is not a bad thing to become stronger. Zheng Feng decided to stop struggling and do another thing.
He first recognized the information in his brain, and entered the shape of the "Morning Wind II" that had been floating around in his mind into the network, and then clicked on the huge comprehensive data retrieval database of the main brain, trying to compare the mothership's Look up the historical database to see if you can figure out what kind of ghost ship this is, and it can still be lingering.
Because he designed the comparison range too large, almost covering all the large, medium and small ships manufactured by humans from ancient times to the present, the main brain's reaction speed is slightly slow, and the evaluation result is given after five seconds.
Zheng Feng was shocked.
There is not even a spaceship with a similarity over 9999.
Even if they look alike, there are some differences that cannot be ignored.
This means that "Morning Wind II" has not really appeared in history.
He could not find the result for two reasons.
The first is that the four words "Morning Wind No. 2" only exist in the database related to the Xianzhe Project, and are blocked from him. At the beginning, Chen Feng only drew "Morning Wind No. 2" by hand in his autobiography, but there was only an outline, which could not be used as a standard reference for simulation modeling. Of course, even if Chen Feng painted exactly the same, now Zheng Feng can't find it.
Second, it is the huge number of human beings and the number of ships built in history, but there is really no one that satisfies this wonderful coincidence.
After all, based on the theory of ship engineering, the original Morrowind 2 was nothing more than a "painting work" by Chen Feng himself, the designer of the semi-hanging ship, but it can be used only if it can be used, and there are many related details. Can't stand scrutiny and needs improvement.
"Captain, are you okay?"
In the exclusive training room of the promotion team, Li Qingqing looked at Zheng Feng slightly worried, and asked cautiously.
The night has passed, why the captain is still in a state of unsolvable doubts, can it work tomorrow?
Zheng Feng smiled reluctantly, he didn't know whether his state was good or bad.
Improved learning ability is a good thing.
But as long as I put down the book, there will always be noises in my mind, it is difficult to concentrate, I always feel that something is going to come out of my heart.
But I really have to work hard to pull it, but I can't figure it out, as if the shoes were hidden by the daughter-in-law during the reception.
Seeing that the rematch of the military competition is imminent, this is obviously a bad thing.
"It’s nothing, let’s start training. We have generally trained for the competition modes that may appear in the semi-finals. Whether it is diving into special warfare or simulated operation and management, we have some experience. So now we have to strengthen another. An extreme situation."
He waved his hand and said.
"What's the situation?" Edgar Julian asked when he approached.
Zheng Feng shrugged, "That's what you did when I lost my combat effectiveness, or fell into a coma, and can no longer play a role."
Edgar was beaming first, and then embarrassed, "Uh, what do you mean, Captain."
Zheng Feng looked at him, "For example, Edgar, I know you are quite arrogant. Now I am stronger than you and can hold you down, so you still listen to me. But if I can't give orders, you have to think Ways to accommodate each other, cooperate carefully, and minimize the loss of our team's ability."
This is the lazy way Zheng Feng thought of.
He is not sure whether he can return to normal tomorrow.
Just in case, just start training today, let the players adapt to the state without a captain in advance, by the way, be lazy today to see if they can adjust back.
According to the previous rules, when Zheng Feng could not exercise his powers and responsibilities as captain, Matta Nicklaus would act as captain.
Although the little girl Mata was embarrassed, she bit her head.
After a day of training, the Flying Tigers are full of misconceptions.
What task does not perform well; decision-making speed is too slow or too fast; lack of thorough understanding of the capabilities of other team members, misjudgments occur when formulating strategies; each person’s views and judgments in his own personal professional field are different from those of others The considerations of Conflict ignited again; when they got out of the basket, they started to shake the pot and caused infighting and other mixed problems. They all came out. Unlike yesterday’s strong team that banned the battle, an s-level simulation mission was also not complete.
When the game was over, Zheng Feng also saw his brows furrowed. He called everyone in front of him and said earnestly: "Obviously, you are very dependent on me, but this doesn't make me happy. Tomorrow... Forget it and watch it tomorrow."
With the bang of the drum, the second round of the First Pioneer Academy Trials, which is the 80-to-20 in-house finals began.
Unlike yesterday, this is a tower-climbing competition.
The selected 80 teams will be simultaneously thrown into an identical ~EbookFREE.me~ but independent task space.
The participating teams need to continuously complete one specific task after a marathon, involving many types of difficult tasks such as architectural planning, production management, operation and construction, latent operations, and special operations.
Each team needs to complete a total of 99 tasks. The result of the game is determined based on the length of time it takes for each team to complete all tasks.
The first to complete all the tasks and reach the final goal is naturally the champion, followed by the order.
The tower-climbing competition has always been regarded as the most test of the combat team's comprehensive ability, after all, all aspects can be involved.
Compared with the preliminary round the day before yesterday, more people inside and outside the academy followed the Flying Tigers.
Regardless of whether you know the sage plan, you will inevitably focus your attention on this group of people.
But an accident happened.
While the captains of other teams began to analyze the task details in front of them intensively and give various orders to the players, Zheng Feng sat down cross-legged and said, "I can't do it, leave it to you."
The poor little flying tiger looked at each other.
The captain seems to be lying down!
He is real!
Seeing everyone's dumbfounded appearance, Zheng Feng smiled bitterly.
Can't really blame him.
He couldn't help it. Since entering this virtual space, the noise in his mind has become more violent.
He also finally realized a very serious problem.
It seems that when the game ended the day before yesterday, when I quit the virtual space, there was something in my mind.
High probability is the consciousness of the queen.
Now that his personality has returned to the starry virtual space of the main brain, the queen is more active.