Chapter 2 Chapter two

The elevator door opened. Unlike sci-fi movies, there was no gray and white tunnel in front of me, but an oval studio full of star posters, and the demon singing of the transgender group "FAKU". "Hey hey hey! Are you insomnia again?" A skinny man with disheveled hair and a primary school uniform screamed, "I just broke again! I'm so amazing!" Pointing at the 56-inch LCD screen, the above It is the game breaking animation of Space Warrior 17. His name is Sam, and he is called Sam this week. He is 36 years old this year, and the theme of this week's role-playing is "Game Naughty Boy Who Loves Skipping Classes". He is a character who likes to play video games with cutting-edge laboratory equipment. do not wanna know.

"Well, come to the company to sleep, don't make too much noise, wake me up if you have something to do." I skillfully picked up the quilt on the seat and fell on the big sofa. "Fat pig, there is no grass anywhere in the world, why bother to fall in love with a single flower?" Sam tore off the tight uniform of the primary school student, and shouted: "For you, fat pig! I changed my look early and sang a song for you!" Sam picked up the guitar, played the hellish noise randomly, and shouted: "Don't send out the energy of broken love! There is still hope for tomorrow! The clouds at dusk are so beautiful! See how happy we are! Let's sing Oh~~Come on ! Don’t send out the energy of broken love! Don’t! Oh don’t! Although there are disasters and disasters ahead! But for love! You must be patient! Tomorrow with love will come! oh~~”

"Sam, idiot singer-songwriter Flower, you played it last month." I covered my ears and said in pain, "Now let me sleep well, I'm dying." "Personated? Flower?" Sam opened his mouth wide. "Yes, Flower has been arguing with everyone for a whole week." I closed my eyes. "It's weird, it's really weird, then..." Sam smiled softly: "Then this time I will pretend to be a pure old folk singer named Aloha, with a gentle and polite personality, and now I will sing a song for the guests, Kapok road." Aloha simply combed her long hair, lightly plucked the guitar, and sang: "Kapok Road, how can I forget? That was the climax of last summer, Kapok Road..."

Anyway, Aloha is better than Flower.So I quickly fell asleep. Until the M project experiment started. "Yanxiang, wake up!" Maeno shook me awake and patted my face. "Huh? What time is it?" I asked sleepily and yawned. "At 10:30, we are almost done, and the experiment will start soon." Maeno handed me a cup of hot tea. Maeno is a Japanese man. His previous wish was to be an AV actor, but because he was always nervous when he was applying for the job, he couldn’t do anything, so he was repeatedly rejected by the film studio. After studying with Dr. Electrical Engineering, he was finally sent to Taiwan by SONY to participate in the TST research project.

Maeno is 42 years old. He has a bald head with shiny golden hair on top. He wears dark thick-rimmed glasses. He has a sneaky personality and is very lecherous. It is said that he used to use a 56-inch large screen in the laboratory to play porn handjobs, although It was an exaggeration, but there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't get a girlfriend, and he was too embarrassed to call a prostitute. "I hope there will be a breakthrough today. I really want to take a long vacation." I said, got up with all my strength, drank the hot tea in one gulp, walked to the other door of the oval studio with Maeno, swiped my card, and walked into the real TST laboratory.

A bright and clean laboratory with constant temperature and air conditioning, several monkeys are covered in reinforced glass columns on both sides, a supercomputer is located in the center, Aloha is carrying a guitar on his back, sitting in front of the computer and typing, the computer The cell codes on the screen are quickly calculated and reassembled. There is no need to wear a dust suit or special equipment to enter this laboratory, because the high-tech chips studied here have not yet reached the stage of mass production, and besides, we don't like to wear those ghost things. "Is Goku okay?" I asked, looking at the giant monkey eating a lettuce burger inside the reinforced glass.

"Very healthy, I gained half a kilogram in weight, and my muscle ratio increased by 5 percent." A beautiful woman said. She is Jia Ling, a beautiful existence in TST, with a master's degree in biochemistry from MIT.She didn't need a PhD to prove her intelligence. "Dahl is also in good condition, just woke up." Jia Ling checked Wukong and Dahl's physical data, clapped her hands, closed her eyes and prayed: "I hope that today will not only go well, but also surpass the existing human technology, after all, I have been three days I haven't slept well, so how can I have time to make a boyfriend?"

"It will definitely succeed. I also need to take a vacation to chase Ziqing back." I said. "After everyone's routine briefing, let's start." A rough man with oily hair and a dark long leather jacket said. The rough man is called Ken. He insists on not allowing us to call him "Wang Caibao". He is the student on duty at TST this week and is responsible for the progress of this week's experiment. Ken is the melancholy man who got kicked out of Stanford twice because he accidentally detonated a homemade CPU bomb in the lab.