Lu Zhengkang thought it would be a beautiful journalist sister coming to interview, but it turned out not to be the case. In fact, it was a video interview, and the reporter was just a robot.
The questions to be answered were sent to me via email in advance. Lu Zhengkang glanced at them and didn't memorize them. These words were like two mushy glutinous rice balls mumbling nonsense. He could clearly feel the images, but Lu Zhengkang just couldn't remember what they were about.
say what.
Tangyuan a: "Excuse me...Gulu, Nununu, how old are you?"
Tangyuan b: "Good question... Hutulu, six or seven?"
Tangyuan a: "Ah, humor, small, gggggenius, good, Gulu."
Tangyuan b: "Not a genius, just...struggle, have to work hard, vomit..."
Lu Zhengkang patted his head and read it again.
Question 1: "How old are you this year?"
Answer 1: "I am eight years old this year."
Interjection: praise, encouragement
Question 2: "Your work "Looking at the World Like a Human" has aroused great response. What do you think about it?"
Answer 2: "This is just a sketch. I didn't expect so many citizens to like it. I'm honored and grateful to my parents and teachers for their cultivation."
Interjection: praise, encouragement
Question 3: "According to statistics, the number of people who voted for your work on the official website has exceeded 110,000, ranking sixth compared to the same period. As the favorite winner of the Jiangsu and Zhejiang regional competition of this national youth science and technology model competition, you
Do you have any ideas to enter the provincial competition?"
Answer 3: "Yes, I have an idea, because this will be an honor that belongs to all of us. We must try our best, even if we cannot achieve satisfactory results..."
Lu Zhengkang sighed. It was dull, too dull. It was a standard question and answer, so there was no need to worry about expressing any subjective answers.
The interview date came soon, and Lu Zhengkang also got the key to the specimen room. Teacher Shao repeatedly advised him not to enter easily, for fear that there would be some things that children would not be able to accept, so it was best to go with him.
Teacher Shao said this with good intentions, but Lu Zhengkang always felt that he had evil intentions, because his hidden excitement was just like Su Xiangli's snickering before every prank. So what is in the specimen room? He can't hide it.
A mysterious laboratory, right?
Lu Zhengkang shivered.
These days, secret laboratories are synonymous with danger in movies and TV shows.
Today is the end of December, and the interview with Lu Zhengkang has officially begun.
It happened to be Friday, and the interview was scheduled for one o'clock in the afternoon. Lu Zhengkang chose an empty classroom. Teacher Shao brought a projector. The classroom lights were adjusted to be more natural, 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 yet, you can use this time to organize your clothes.
Lu Zhengkang is wearing a school uniform, red with white stripes, the kind that is generous and thick, making everyone who wears it look like a dull boy.
It's a pity that Lu Zhengkang and the others are not Young Pioneers yet, otherwise it would be more formal to tie a red scarf on the chest. The Young Pioneers joining ceremony of the Experimental Primary School is arranged in the second semester of the third grade, which is only a few months away. Teacher Shao looked up and down
After a while, he said he would wait for a while and hurried out the door.
Lu Zhengkang took out his phone and looked at the time. It was already twelve fifty-seven. Teacher, how could you leave me alone here?
"Signal Not Connected" on the projection screen changes to "Signal Test 1", the blue background turns to yellow, then "Signal Test 2" turns to red, the three colors flash alternately, and "Signal Test 1" appears in the prompt box
Test completed" text.
Lu Zhengkang was sitting in an empty classroom. The projector was placed on the table in front of him in the middle of the classroom. He raised his head and looked at the screen on the wall in front of him. The huge picture could not even be seen in full view. Such a scene
It gave him some strange visions, as if there was a huge person hiding behind the projection screen, showing red, yellow and blue colors
The transparent paper switches back and forth. The man has countless arms, and his face is calm to cold, but the corners of his mouth are still slightly raised. I don't know if it is because of happiness or some external needs. Such a giant has always hidden
Behind the screen, do people see it? Maybe they do, maybe they don't.
Lu Zhengkang and the giant looked at each other. It didn't care at all about such a small existence as Lu Zhengkang. It was just playing with the three-color flakes in its hands.
What could be so fun? Lu Zhengkang looked at the giant's life with a sophisticated eye.
Slowly, as Lu Zhengkang concentrated more and more, he realized that the giant was actually fake, and the changing flakes on its hands were real. Even those flakes were not real when they were still, only they were changing.
At this time, countless scenes appear and disappear, like the explosion of grand fireworks, bubbles so bright and greasy, countless truths become false here, countless falsehoods become real here, Lu Zhengkang can see thin slices growing limbs
, that’s the giant.
The giant's shell is piled with knotted lead-white muscles, like mercury, glowing with a cold and sticky glimmer, as if it is coated with a layer of glue, making people unable to take their eyes away and can only stare at it.
The sheets were changing between the palms, and as the sheets were switching, countless colors poured out, like a blowout of underground water, so turbulent that it was impossible to break free.
Teacher Shao's voice came from the distant and unclear horizon, "The red scarf... put it on for you, good boy, you are so energetic!"
"Are you listening? Interview..."
Teacher Shao's voice changed from a high-pitched and slightly sharp baritone to a dull and calm mechanical voice, constantly repeating "interview", "interview", "interview".
Lu Zhengkang squinted his eyes, and a specific scene was projected from the thin film in the giant's hand. A sixth-generation fund-functional bionic intelligent machine was looking at him. Its appearance was more design and technological than civilian home-type intelligent machines.
, minimalist lines converge into cold curves, giving it the look of a tough warrior.
"It seems that our kid Lu Zhengkang is a little shy." A smile appeared on the robot reporter's face.
When Lu Zhengkang came to his senses, he realized that his brain was too sensitive and caused bad hallucinations. This was a symptom of mental illness.
He recalled briefly and found that the interview had just begun and it was question one, so Lu Zhengkang pretended to be nervous and replied: "I am eight years old this year."
"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 life?"
Lu Zhengkang thought for a while, maybe this is just a task. You can't be subjective, you can't say some of your own words, and look at the progress of your task. It's been two and a half days. This is a rare record.
"No idea."
Chapter completed!