Star Civilization: I loaded the MOD

Chapter 11 Momoa and Vansini

Early morning in the capital city of Guduxing's origin.

Momoa woke up from her sleep in a daze, the warm quilt wrapped around her sleepiness, and she seemed to be awake but not awake, and the memory of her dream kept disappearing.

As time passed, the hazy eyes became more alert, and the consciousness immersed in haze became clear in an instant.

"No, it's nothing. It's so close."

Mutterings drifted out of her mouth unconsciously, and her thoughts were so confused that she held her head at a loss.

This is not the first time I have had this dream, but it is slightly different every time.

"What on earth is it~ You don't know anything, but you feel very good."

The feeling that lingered in the dream made her want to catch something, but the forgetfulness of the dream always made her feel a slight sense of loss.

Momoa stretched out his hand to rub his long hair and turned to look at the scenery outside the window.

The rising sun is as bright as ever, and the streets of the capital city are filled with complicated light and shadow, decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations. Advertising airships float across the sky from time to time, symbolizing the carnival that has gone and returned.

Lifting up the quilt and walking out of the sleeping room, the cold touch of touching the mirror wall made her shiver and wake up completely, her delicate body exposed in front of the mirror.

The short-term coldness stimulated her to regain her daily emotions, and her waking brain quickly forgot the dream.

Frowning, the girl in the mirror frowned simultaneously and kept the same action.

"By the way, what happened today?"

Momoa thought about it silently and picked up a light gray coat and black and white shorts from the hanger.

The coat is simply draped over the body, with white lines flowing through the neck, back shoulders, and lower abdomen, which look very coordinated with the purple suspenders.

Very nice, a special day, a fresh look, Momoa decided to wear this to school.

These two days will be exciting and busy.

All changes come from the news from the administrative tower yesterday - He is coming.

People cheer, imperial celebrations, urban carnivals, and merchandise discounts.

The fanatical crowd spread the news that the incarnation of civilization has returned, so the school suspended today's cultural classes. The attitude is already obvious.

"Wait...the incarnation of civilization?" The sudden appearance of the word made Momoa's inspiration more active, and the hazy memories were constantly connected with it.

"The incarnation of civilization is close at hand."

Momoa's eyes almost glowed, like some kind of chain linking together, and a strange excitement surged into his heart.

"No one can resist a warm embrace. I know what I should have known in my dream."

Repeating it twice in succession, her throat moved slightly and she hummed a cheerful tune inexplicably, her mood seemed to be sublimated and clear.

Walking briskly towards the noisy world outside the building, he took two green fruits from the potted plant in the living room for breakfast.

Her mood is obviously unusual, rational and exciting, and she has a sense of existence about something.

All the way through the student residential area's proclamation for joining the army, through the carnival long street in the economic and trade zone, and through various exhibitions in the ecological zone.

The green-blue three-star flag representing the civilization of Gudu Star can be seen everywhere. The Carnival Street in the business district sells either discounts or various rare items.

The already subdued celebration has regained its enthusiasm. The efficient administrative organization is directing the operation of Gudu Star. The sword holder will also announce to the world today a declaration of departure for the starry sky.

Momoa stopped in the college area. The cheerful atmosphere here did not diminish at all, and smiling young girls could be seen walking around everywhere.

"Hey!"

The sudden sound startled her, and the corners of her mouth that had been raised when she was absent-minded instantly retracted.

"You scared me to death, what are you doing?" Momoa slapped her chest and said in anger.

The girl stepped forward, turned around and crossed her legs. "Didn't I see you standing there stupidly for a long time? What were you thinking about? You were so lost in thought."

"Shh~ don't talk about it yet, I guess you must be thinking about Lord Gudu."

Before Momoa could answer, the girl blocked Momoa's mouth with her fingers and teased.

"Maybe we will also add Senior Tu Lan, um, that must be the case."

But this time Momoa didn't look as embarrassed as usual, only a look of indifference.

"Don't make it sound like you know me very well, Vansini. Now, do you want to go in together, or do you want to have a fight first and then I leave you here?"

Momoa finished speaking calmly and walked towards the high school, ignoring the messy Vansini in the wind.

"Hey! Don't leave me here! Momoa!"

It took Fansini half a minute to react. Her shout attracted the attention of passers-by for a moment. She covered her hat and chased forward, the camera hanging on her chest shaking.

It wasn't until the distance between the two of them was close that they were parallel to each other, then Fansini said with enthusiasm.

"Hmph! You scumbag, you still want to win a duel with me and throw it away. It turns out that only when you were a child would you never leave me."

In the extremely militaristic Gudu civilization, duels undoubtedly had an enterprising nature.

The meanings of different ages and professions can vary in all kinds of ways. It can be a competition of knowledge, patient thinking, or a battle duel.

As for high school students who are just starting to fall in love, after the duel, whether you win your request for dating, or she tells you to get out, or she tells you to stay away from her, there is a question mark.

"Then why did you scare me?" Momoa rolled her eyes, causing all the wonderful feeling she had at that time to disappear.

"Do you know how long you have been standing there stupidly?" Fansini noticed that Momoa was dressed differently today and decided not to care about her.

"No matter how long it takes, I still feel it's not enough."

"It's five minutes! 310 seconds to be exact."

"Really? It's been so long and I haven't felt it at all." Momoa's voice became softer and quieter, and in the end it even turned into talking to himself.

No! Momoa suddenly became alert. 310 seconds, so accurate?

"I remember Zhenqing, I took a lot of photos."

A simple sentence made Fansini inexplicably feel that the other person was a head taller, and she shrunk the camera in front of her chest. It was obvious that this was not the first time she took secret photos, but today Momoa was particularly alluring.

"Ah? Why... why are you trying to frame me again!"

Before she could quibble, Momoa's next sentence made her feel relieved.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to pay attention to you. I have to be on duty today. I was delayed for five minutes and I have to catch up on my journey."

Pointing at the personal terminal, soon there was a sound from high in the sky, and a pair of external power boots was dropped in front of Momoa.

Stepping on the base, the external boots automatically wrapped the two-part calf. Vansini, who was originally the same height, was really a head shorter.

Rocket boots, also known as external foot boots, are a single-person aircraft that are difficult to operate and have expensive fuel. Vansini looked at her with a look of amazement.

"You're actually running in rocket boots just to catch up on duty? Is that how fuel is used? Big dog! Luxury!"

Ignoring Fansini's sarcastic words, Momoa said a few words, maintained the center of gravity and rocketed towards the special orbit.

"You'd better enter the level area before I go on duty, otherwise the photo you just took in your personal terminal will be the best direct ticket to the confinement room."

After hearing this, Vansini could only grit her teeth and start her first long-distance running sprint in 2200.

Not all students have the points to buy rocket boots, a recreational item that wastes fuel.

Compared with academic masters, student council members, and vehicle racing experts like Momoa, although their monthly base points are the same, the additional points earned are completely different.

In just three minutes, the gate of the high-level second-level building in the distance was already only one step away.

The "short" long-distance running had left Vansini out of breath.

Very good, there is no abyss creature named Mo.

After confirming that the environment was safe, Vansini slowed down her pace, breathed softly, and straightened her hat that was tilted off.

Even with the help of clothes and sneakers, it was still uncomfortable.

It must be that the environment of the home planet is so good, the Gudu people haven't evolved their bodies at all, it's all in their heads, Vansini thought.

Just as she crossed the direct line to the solitary confinement room, a familiar voice floated to her ears, causing tears to appear in her eyes.

"Vansini, go first through the door with your left foot and buckle... I lied to you!"

Momoa was leaning against the pillar with her arms folded across her chest, and the duty officer's armbands were hanging on her arms. She was obviously waiting for her.

Momoa lost the cold look in her eyes and put on her old smile again. Vansini jealously hugged her arm.

"Wow, you scared me to death. I thought you were really going to let those wolves in the isolation room prick my ears."

"Then why are you still taking pictures? I'm not a national idol like Master Tu Lan. If you take my photos and want to put them on display, the time it takes to refine them is enough for you to take a tour of the capital city."

Momoa helplessly picked up Vansini's hat, revealing two furry animal ears, and took a handful of it.

In a lonely society where everyone is smart, after completing elementary school, everyone will choose at least one business career, mostly determined by interest. It is a warm-up for them to give back to the society and an enhancement of their personal abilities.

Fansini currently works part-time as a photographer, and often hangs out in major photographer forums and circles. She occasionally takes photos to participate in competitions to get bonus points.

Momoa is often "used" as a character in friendly photos.

After withdrawing from the previous rational, excited and indifferent state, she was of course reluctant to let Vansini enter the autism room, but it was still okay to scare her.

The gentle look on her face calmed Vansini's fear of being abandoned, and the two simply leaned together.

Vansini rubbed her eyes again to make herself look normal, and then secretly pulled Momoa's clothes.

"Momo moma."

"Hmm? What's the matter? I'll have to stand guard when there are more people."

"New photos have arrived this time. I printed a copy for you at home."

Fansini opened her personal terminal photo album half-covered, and saw that the first few photos were a collection of photos of Tu Lan, the sword holder.

The high resolution of the small screen allowed Momoa to vaguely make out a few familiar words.

"Thousands of photos of Tu Lan, half of which were taken by cabinet fans"

"A Tulan can hold up half the sky"

"Tulan is the sky, Tulan is the earth, Tulan is the will of civilization"

(*/ω＼*) What I am writing today is that I intend to show the development process of civilization by describing individual members of the civilization.

After all, from Wang Hao's simple perspective, the stars can be outlined in just a few strokes in 20 years.

It should be a good idea to constantly intersperse group portraits to describe the reality of civilization, right?

I am just practicing my writing skills as a newbie. (Although I feel like I am not good at all kinds of writing)

(End of chapter)