Can Ci Pin/Imperfections(残次品)BL by Priest

Chapter 52

4:00 am.

After an effective four-hour rest, Jingheng Lin got out of bed. He handed the completed military flight channel map to Zhanlu for the AI to perform final calibrations. Meanwhile, he directly started high-intensity physical rehabilitation training.

An hour and a half later, he came back, drenched in sweat. Through the mental network, he could see Saturday herding his loser Self-Defence Force around like a flock of sheep. They started running laps around the mech station, while howling out brainwashing marching cadences that he couldn't make out.

Jingheng Lin took a glance at his watch. He realized that these guys had actually copied the Ten Squadron's daily schedule.

He took an indifferent cold shower, and perfunctorily stuffed a nutrition meal in his mouth. During physical rehabilitation training, he had to strictly and precisely control his nutrient intake corresponding to the amount of exertion. It was impossible for normal food to achieve this level of precision, so he could only eat customized nutritional meals.

Low-quality nutritional meals could still contain some artificial flavoring, but the type he ate was completely flavourless except a light, bland saltiness. It was terrible in all aspects: color, smell, flavor... Its texture was even close to a solidified goop of snot.

Finishing it made one feel ready to let go of earthly attachments, like life no longer had any meaning.

Jingheng Lin changed into a new shirt. In the first light of the day, he briskly walked across the base towards the mech port. He needed to collect data on the high energy particle flow passing through to deduce the firepower Prince Cayley had used to blow up Planet Egret.

Saturday, who was leading people for a morning jog, saw him from far away. Intending to perform well in front of him, he quickly kicked the adjacent Holiday. Hard.

Holiday stumbled, yelling like a conch, "One, two!"

The losers, drenched in sweat, stuck out their necks, mewling along with the conch.

Saturday fumed. "Did you all skip a meal?"

The Self-Defense Force members he had forced into participation were already spread out over two kilometers, despite only having run three. Dragging their feet, each one of them had a unique running posture, as though they had just feasted on rat poison.

Saturday got pissed. "Again! Louder this time!"

The Self-Defense Force started dragging their voices like Chinese opera actors, squeezing out a collective warble, "––Ooooneeee––twoooo––aaaahh––ooh––"

Jingheng Lin passed through the wailing group of scum without looking up even once, and entered the mech station's elevator.

The elevator's doors closed, but pressing the buttons did not elicit any response. Jingheng Lin frowned. The speaker suddenly started transmitting a certain migraine-inducing voice. "Welcome to the voiced smart elevator. To activate the elevator, please exchange greetings with it first — Good morning, Mr Lin."

Jingheng Lin: "..."

The 'elevator' prompted, "Sir, I would recommend answering with 'Good morning, my dearest elevator darling.'"

The corners of Jingheng Lin's eyes twitched. He directly opened base administrator access on his personal terminal and forced the elevator to start from the server side.

"Fine, I know that you've said it in your heart......uh, beep––"

Jingheng Lin had muted the elevator's speaker too.

Once the elevator door opened, Bixing Lu, who had been waiting for him at the main control room's entrance, caught him.

Bixing Lu was normally someone who already put a lot of energy into maintaining his appearance. He had probably taken the wrong medicine that day, having become even more extreme. Give him a spotlight, and he could start strutting on a catwalk.

"To be human is to have a sense of humour and an appreciation for entertainment. Commodore, you're so serious all the time — don't you find life drab, and in dire need of pleasure?"

Jingheng Lin couldn't afford to get entangled with him. He walked past him without without a sideways look, and headed into the main control room. "I don't."

Bixing Lu caught up to him. "When you've got nothing to do, don't you have anything else to pass the time with other than drinking and spacing out?"

"I have plenty of things to do in my spare time." Jingheng Lin said.

The four students were up early, already gathered in the main control room. They sat around a round table, doing some piece of unknown homework. A variety of calculation windows were projected from their personal terminals, hovering all over the place. There was even a simple breakfast set out on the table.