Ninth class citizen

Chapter 243 He is not Tianli!
"That Nan Rong is really good at components?" The burly man turned to Yu Lin before the captain finished speaking, holding his shoulders tightly with both hands, with a hint of hidden madness in his eyes: "She can fix the engine, right?"

His force was so strong that Yu Lin's face showed pain.

In fact, knowing that they were under the threat of death, everyone present was stretched to the limit and could be easily ignited by the slightest spark.

Patricia's assistant reached out and grabbed the burly man by the scruff of his neck, lifting him up and throwing him backwards hard.

"What are you doing!" The burly man got up, drew out the military dagger from his waist without saying a word, and rushed forward, but was easily avoided by the other party. He was kicked away casually and fell on the other side of the passage, which was the high gravity area where the inspection cabin was located. He didn't get up for a long time.

The assistant turned his head and looked at the other warriors with fierce faces, and said word by word: "Our students are working hard for everyone's survival in there. I don't expect you to be of any help, but please don't make things more complicated. Please remember that no matter whether she succeeds or fails, we are all in the same boat. If you still don't understand, please ask it first!"

He slowly drew out a long sword covered with white frost from his waist, and with a slight shake, a chill air spread out, cooling down the hot air in the passage.

"There are less than three minutes left." The captain sighed and walked up: "Do you really want to waste your time arguing? Why don't you all follow me? If you are lucky, you can have a glass of good wine before you die."

Before he finished his words, the spacecraft suddenly shook violently.

The amplitude of this earthquake was much greater than the previous ones, and the ominous implications it brought were much stronger.

Before everyone could stand firmly, they encountered two more violent shocks, and the duration of the shocks extended from half a second to several seconds.

When the shaking ended again, everyone's faces looked extremely ugly.

Everyone knows very well that when the next earthquake comes, everything will be over.

"It seems that we will be too late." The captain took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"Goodbye, my friends," he said.

A well-dressed man collapsed to the ground with tears in his eyes.

"My wife just gave birth to a lovely daughter." He burst into tears: "I haven't had time to go home to see her yet"

"I haven't had a vacation for six years." Another man muttered to himself, his voice barely audible amid the noise: "I was thinking that after this business trip, I would take a good rest and spend some time with my parents and family."

Yu Lin half-raised his head, trying not to let the tears in his eyes flow out. He was still young and had so many things to do, how could he be willing to die here silently?

In the extremely depressing atmosphere, Nan Rong pushed open the flap door of the testing room and climbed out.

"What's going on?" She asked puzzledly, looking at the people standing or sitting outside with red eyes and nervous looks.

This sentence was like a stone thrown into the water, causing a large number of ripples.

The captain and the maintenance engineer took a few steps towards her despite the pressure and asked repeatedly, "We are fine, how are you doing?"

The others also stared at her intently, with a mixture of reluctance and expectation in their eyes.

"It's okay for now." Nan Rong said, "At least we can hold on until we reach the Terrchi Galaxy."

"Really?" Everyone immediately perked up. Even the person who collapsed on the ground found the strength to stand up. He was completely different from the half-dead look he had just had.

"She's tired." The assistant quietly stepped in front of Nan Rong and said, "This isn't the place to talk."

A few minutes later, in the command room of the bridge, the captain and his men looked at the self-test results of the system and smiled from ear to ear. The cracks in the carrier of the acceleration pattern were repaired perfectly, and there were no other problems except for some unevenness.

Under this condition, the original patterns naturally could no longer take effect, but in order to avoid the influence of the residual patterns, Nan Rong poured a large amount of insulating material into it to completely cover all the residual patterns.

In such a high temperature environment, it was a pipe dream to use a spray gun to directly engrave inside. She simply engraved a new pattern on the outside and poured it directly into the small detection interface window.

For Nan Rong, the most difficult thing is not the above work, but to use mental power to simulate the running trajectory of the "acceleration" pattern before the new pattern takes effect, so as to ensure the normal operation of the main engine.

Otherwise, the five or six minute pause window would be enough to slow down the spacecraft, eject from the warp space, and then quickly disintegrate.

It is easy to say that she can do two things at once, but it is extremely difficult to do it, especially when she needs to concentrate on carving the inscription.

But she didn't know what happened, the energy circuit simulated by her mental power gradually stabilized and began to run automatically without any attention, which greatly reduced her pressure.

Otherwise, she might not be able to complete this almost impossible maintenance task in such a short time.

As for the last few violent tremors of the spacecraft, it was because she withdrew the source energy circuit simulated by her mental power and switched to the pattern that had just been engraved. When the two were connected, a small fluctuation occurred, which looked scary, but was actually harmless.

Nan Rong just picked out a part of the content and briefly introduced it to everyone.

But the facts are before their eyes. The more humble she is, the more people admire her. After the spacecraft successfully left the warp space, the captain immediately reported the danger to the federal shipping company and secured a bonus of 1000 million Cowens for Nan Rong.

Inside the E-class cabin on the bottom floor, a plain-looking man woke up from a deep sleep. He unbuckled his seat belt, and his eyes slowly turned from blank to sharp.

A few minutes later, Florent received a message.

"I'm really lucky." He sighed deeply and said to the people standing beside him with their hands down, "The prophet is right. So next, we must not let him down again."

The Telechi Galaxy has the largest starport in the Blue Jade Star Region. Nan Rong and his party walked towards the transfer hall carrying large and small bags, attracting a lot of attention.

They actually had very little luggage, and the extra bags were all given to them by the crew and passengers who survived the disaster. They were so enthusiastic that Nan Rong repeatedly declined in vain, and had to leave behind those high-value and easily convertible goods and materials.

The transfer hall was extremely large, with a huge void screen standing in the middle. Nan Rong and the others could see the images on the screen even though they were far away.

The dark grey military uniform outlines the straight and pine-like back line, and the metal ribbon on the epaulettes creates a cold silver light. The cold toplight slides down the high nose bridge and cuts into two sections of light and dark at the tense jaw.

This is a young yet dignified face, with deep and indifferent eyes under the brows, and pupils of inorganic gray-blue, as if a nebula vortex formed by crushing all the dust in the universe.

The package in Nan Rong's hand slipped in an instant, and every cell in her body, inside and out, was clamoring for her to escape quickly and never look back.

The three classmates beside her were pointing at the man on the screen excitedly: "Look, it's Admiral Tianli!"

The passionate military music resounded throughout the hall, and the female reporter's voice was a little excited:

“All citizens of the Federation! Please let us witness this great and solemn historical moment together - congratulate Admiral Tianli on his promotion to the ninth-rank space-time controller, and his promotion to the first-class citizen of the Federation with the unanimous approval of the Supreme Council! This is the pinnacle of glory for the Tian Family, and an immortal legend for the entire Federation! Here, please let us salute and pay tribute to the supreme Tianli with the most humble and pious hearts!”

Everyone in the transfer hall stood up, took off their hats, and bowed to the man on the screen. Among the bowed heads, only Nan Rong was still stubborn, and tried his best to straighten his back.

Tian Li? No, he was not Tian Li at all, not the Tian Li she knew!
These two chapters have a bit more words, but I finally caught up with the plot by writing fast and slowly! Tomorrow we will have the hero and heroine meet for the first time, so stay tuned!