"New Oriental's canteen is fragrant, Lanxiang excavator technology is strong, and the northern blue bird girl is fat, oh no, it's beautiful... Brother Sanshui, this is really a difficult choice." Zhang Wei slid the light screen in his hand, and fell into a tangle as he looked at the various admission brochures.

Chen Miao snatched his screen, and the light blue thin paper-like screen kept bent and folded in his hands, and finally became a wrinkled ball. He threw the ball of paper on Zhang Wei's head and said speechlessly: "What are you thinking? With your grades... they have nothing to do with you!"

"Hehe." Zhang Wei picked up the screen that fell on the ground and put it on the desktop and unfolded it again. He didn't care about Chen Miao's disgust, and shook his head and said, "It's one thing to do it or not, but this dream... it always has to be there."

"Okay, okay, okay, it's up to you, Lao Han is here." Chen Miao saw the shiny forehead flashing through the corridor, quickly turned the chair 180 degrees, returned to his desk, and sat down seriously.

Well... a little sleepy.

But this is the last class, and you have to finish it even if you hold your eyelids!

After being sleepy, Chen Miao couldn't help but yawn.

Persistence is victory, one hour, very quickly...

Time flies, and Chen Miao turns his pen quickly. The new photon pen flies up and down on his dexterous fingers. Zhang Wei, who is in the back row, was stunned by all kinds of fancy plays.

"Bang." Chen Miao's pen like a butterfly suddenly fell to the ground.

"Dong~" A gentle pulsation came from the depths of the earth's veins. Chen Miao covered the fluctuations that had just followed the center of the earth, and his heart was beating abnormally.

At the same time, he raised his head in a conditioned manner and looked up through the golden red glass dome dyed by the sky.

The sky is slightly dim and the night is coming.

Outside the altitude of ten thousand meters, the fiery red sky was slowly sinking. As the light curtain contracted, darkness flowed freely, taking the opportunity to swallow the territory of light.

"Dingling..."

At the same time, the harsh ringtone began to roar, and the ringtone came into his ears, Chen Miao frowned slightly.

It's so noisy. He has listened to this scary school bell that is not worth the effort for more than ten years, but he still hasn't gotten used to it.

Han Yuxiang, a bald robot teacher on the podium, accurately finished the last word of the class with the ringtone.

What a perfect time controller.

"This is the end of today's class." Then he pretended to hold on to the glasses frame that had no effect at all, and said without expression: "School time is up, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow by Teacher Han~"

The hard-working high school students who had been tortured for a day responded weakly.

As Han Yuxiang adjusted his direction and slid out of the classroom, everyone quickly rolled up the light screen on the desk and folded it casually, and threw it into the belly of the desk.

Then he stared at the pupil recognition point in the middle of the desktop, pressed his thumb on the fingerprint reader in the upper right corner, and emotionally unrestrained electronic sounds sounded in the classroom: "Locked."

Chen Miao also withdrew his eyes scattered in the sky and lazily repeated everyone's actions.

A thick and short arm was placed on his left shoulder, and then the familiar weight hung behind him. Zhang Wei's smiling voice sounded in Chen Miao's ears: "Brother Sanshui, you're back home."

"Yes." Chen Miao snorted from his nose, raised his index finger, gently pushed Zhang Wei's arm on his shoulder, and tucked the broken hair that was a little covered in his eyes, and stood up and said, "Let's go, go home."

After delaying such three or four minutes, 70% or 80% of the people in the classroom were gone.

The light curtain outside was pressing even lower, and the red light that was originally as bright as a flame and as thick as a cloud blanket, and had already penetrated the clouds.

The closer you get to the ground, the darker the light and shadow.

The recent ones have even almost completely restrained all their enthusiasm and restored their original appearance - seven-petal red flowers as big as palms, and can't wait to run towards the towering trees that have already relaxed their arms towards them.

The flowers hang on the branches, and at the same time, the last red light scattered, and they retracted back to their mother's arms like children, and the sky became darker and darker.

When the flowers leave, it is dawn, and when the flowers return, it is night.

The flowers of the Source Tree are back home, and they are going home too.

Even though I have been watching it for more than ten years, whenever I see such a scene, Chen Miao's steps will always speed up a little.

The students left all over the center with the school. Although Zhang Wei accompanied him out of the school every day, the two of them were unfortunately different. Chen Miao waved his hand and stepped onto the stone road in front of the left.

In just ten minutes, most of the sky was gone.

The workers on the roadside in the sacred daytime were still busy, with large tracts of turf and dark brown soil shoveling up, and were paved on the tracks layer by layer.

Seeing that the turf had been dug almost, the foreman got up and stopped the shoveling machine, then clamped the helmet that had just sat under his butt, slowly walked onto the track and told him: "I'll send it to you first, you can go home quickly."

As the tracks rose, the foreman's expression of looking down at the earth gradually became proud, and then Chen Miao couldn't see clearly.

He looked up along the long dragon-like track, and a spaceship covering the sky was floating quietly at the end of the track.

Although its height from the ground has exceeded the source flower layer, it still reveals its majestic appearance when the light cannot completely cover the entire sky.

During the day, it is blocked by the source flower layer and cannot be seen when there is no light at night, so you can only get a glimpse every day when the day and night alternate.

In addition to the twenty-meter-wide track near Chen Miao, there are countless teleportation devices of all sizes on Mars, all connecting it like blood vessels - their Sky City, transporting various resources for it.

Retracting his gaze and looking at the bald grass again, Chen Miao curled his lips a little unhappy.

I also noticed the old pit that was half flat on the roadside, and the curve of the corner of my mouth was pulled down three points.

I just dig a tree before, but now I don’t even miss the turf, which is really a bit too much.

If the source tree hadn't been unable to grow in the sky city, I'm afraid this source tree covered with Mars would have been unable to escape!

Sky City has absorbed almost all the resources of this planet.

But...this is normal.

After the thoughts changed, Chen Miao was not much angry, so he was relieved. Who told me that it was Sky City? Who could I give it if I didn’t give it? Anyway... it would be useless to keep it anyway.

well!

Thinking of his future destiny, Chen Miao sighed softly.

His steps were still firmly moving towards home, and after another cup of tea, the night had almost filled his body.

The surroundings were completely dark. Chen Miao looked straight ahead and his smile quietly climbed onto his face. A light was quietly lit in front of the corridor not far away.

There is his home.

"Bang." The street lights on both sides of the stone road gradually lit up, and the pale white light without any aggressiveness brought cold warmth to the city after the source flowers returned to their nests.

Chen Miao couldn't help but speed up his pace, and he quickly pulled the distance between him and his door several dozen meters.

Standing at the door, Chen Miao patted the white carved iron door and shouted loudly at the room: "Dad, mom, I'm back!"

"Here, come."
Chapter completed!