I farmed in military academy and crushed the entire intergalactic world.

Chapter 336 A small gift is not a sign of respect

Lin Xiaohe became a sensation among military academy students.

Almost all students know that a young female kitchen helper has joined the fourth canteen. She is incredibly skilled with a knife, slicing fish as thin as cicada wings.

The key point is that she actually managed to grow something in the backyard of the cafeteria, although it was a bit strange.

"Wow, the contrast is really obvious."

A group of military academy students gathered in the backyard, pointing and commenting on the vegetable seedlings in the open space.

This vegetable patch is clearly divided into two parts.

One part occupies two-thirds of the area, and the vegetable seedlings on it are growing vigorously, lush and green.

The other part occupies one-third of the space and is completely bare, with nothing on it.

The elderly staff in the logistics department looked puzzled. They squatted down and kept turning over the soil, muttering, "This shouldn't be! Why can Xiaohe grow so well, but we can't? We watered her at the exact same time and used the same fertilizer. It's just weird."

Old Li, holding his rice bowl, watched the commotion from the sidelines. Seeing the bewildered expressions on the faces of the elderly men and women, he couldn't help but laugh and say, "Xiao He is a top student majoring in agronomy. There are specific rules for tilling the land, like driving away some kind of microparticles, right?"

Looking at the starkly contrasting vegetable patches, the elderly folks couldn't help but humbly ask, "Chef Li, what exactly is that medium-microparticle stuff? How is it so effective?"

Chef Li guiltily looked away. He didn't know what neutron particles were either; they sounded very profound!

"Haha, neutron particles are invisible to humans. They have ghost-like penetrating power and are very difficult to detect. They are ubiquitous particles." Ye Qingxuan, dressed in a military uniform, took a step and appeared next to Lin Xiaohe.

Lin Xiaohe bluntly ordered him, "Go and clear away the weeds over there."

"Okay!" Ye Qingxuan obediently went to pull weeds.

As his roommate and best friend, Wen Mingzhe silently accompanied him while he worked.

The older folks still don't understand what intermediate-microparticles are, and they're too lazy to figure it out.

They gave up growing vegetables in the yard and handed the land over to Lin Xiaohe.

While pulling weeds, Ye Qingxuan peeked into Lin Xiaohe's handbag and asked, "Why didn't you bring your precious DouDou with you today?"

I've seen people keep cats, dogs, and snakes as pets, but this is the first time I've seen someone keep peas as a pet.

Lin Xiaohe carefully planted a seedling in the soil: "I've given it a chance to grow and let it rest for a few days."

The peas grow extremely fast; while other peas take 10 days to sprout, the peas mature long before they do.

Lin Xiaohe planted Dou Dou's offspring in both the teacher's wife's courtyard and the canteen's courtyard.

Ye Qingxuan loosened his muscles and bones.

Emptying your mind and mechanically pulling weeds can also be a way to relax.

"Xiao He, are neutron particles really ghosts?"

Lin Xiaohe glanced at him, picked up the watering can, and watered the peas. When planting peas, you have to water them thoroughly the first time.

"The end of science is metaphysics. What you think a neutron or microparticle is, that's what it is."

Ye Qingxuan's eyes darkened slightly. He touched the goosebumps on his arm and smiled, "You can't do that. We're both highly educated people, we received a materialistic education. What you're saying is too idealistic."

Lin Xiaohe smiled faintly and remained silent.

The two strong young men finished the farm work in the small courtyard in no time.

Ye Qingxuan was a natural at making friends. He leaned closer to Lin Xiaohe, stretched out his right hand, and opened his palm: "Your DouDou has already grown up and is spreading its branches and leaves. Giving me a bean pod isn't too much to ask, is it?"

Lin Xiaohe: "What, do you want to join our Xinghe Party?"

"Huh? What party? Does our country have a political party called Xinghe Party?" Ye Qingxuan looked at his friend Wen Mingzhe uncertainly.

Wen Mingzhe shook his head firmly: "No, there isn't." Lin Xiaohe said confidently: "We haven't registered yet, of course you can't find it."

Ye Qingxuan was speechless: "Who founded it?"

"I!"

How many members are there?

"On Earth, I am the only one."

Ye Qingxuan's lips twitched, and he said irritably, "You really know how to spout nonsense. Fine, I don't dare take your bean pod. I finally got into military academy and was about to embark on a bright future. I don't want to be investigated because of you. What if I'm convicted of joining a cult? Wouldn't that be unfair to me?"

"Don't talk nonsense. The Xinghe Party is a legitimate and respectable political party."

"Whom do you respect?"

"All Stardust Humans."

Ye Qingxuan rolled his eyes: "Why don't you say it's Transformers or Superman? You're practically a literary genius whose talent was wasted on agronomy!"

Lin Xiaohe smiled helplessly. She was such an honest person; every word she said was the truth, yet no one believed her.

Ye Qingxuan brushed the dirt off his hands and clothes: "What other work do we need to do?"

"That's all. Spread your hands."

"What?" Ye Qingxuan obediently spread out his hands.

A portable hard drive landed in his palm.

Lin Xiaohe: "Young people, your disguise skills are still a bit lacking. Next time, if you want to approach your target, don't be so abrupt."

Ye Qingxuan's pupils contracted, and his throat tightened: "I don't understand."

"If you don't understand, you don't understand. It's just a small gift, nothing more. Tell your leaders that I have no one else behind me and I have no ill intentions. Don't waste your time and resources on me; go and focus on what you should be focusing on." After saying this, Lin Xiaohe turned and left.

It's almost 7 p.m., and it's easy to miss the bus.

Watching her departing figure, Ye Qingxuan gripped the hard drive in his hand tightly, exchanged a glance with Wen Mingzhe, and the two nodded almost imperceptibly before leaving the courtyard together to go to the principal's place.

Old Chen happened to be giving a lecture at the school when he heard about this, so he came over.

"Is that what Lin Xiaohe said? Xiao Ye, Xiao Wen, your skills are a bit lacking. I bet they could be seen through at a glance."

Ye Qingxuan and Wen Mingzhe lowered their heads in shame. They had thought they had disguised themselves very well.

The principal shook his head as he looked at the two top students.

Old Chen took the portable hard drive and found a brand new laptop that wasn't connected to the internet: "Let's see what Lin Xiaohe wants to show us."

"Pfft!" Old Chen had just taken a sip of water when he opened the file and spat it all out in one breath.

"Old Chen, what are you doing?!" The principal was nearly sprayed with spit and was furious. "Be more composed in front of the students."

"I just can't be calm at all!!" Old Chen's face was almost pressed against the screen.

Good heavens!

"How did Lin Xiaohe do that?! Her every move was clearly under our surveillance. Where did she get so much information?"

The principal was surprised by Old Chen's overreaction. He went over to take a look and his jaw dropped.

The documents contain design blueprints for the US Nimitz-class and Ford-class nuclear-powered aircraft carriers, including blueprints for three Ford-class carriers currently under construction: the USS John F. Kennedy, the USS Enterprise, and the USS Doris Miller!

This is top secret, isn't it?!

Old Chen's eyes shone like stars, and his whole body trembled: "That's not all!"