"Smack, smack, slap, bumper...... Knock, knock, squeak......"

Trist collapsed to the ground, his forehead swollen from the sandbag, and his right arm was a shocking bloodstain, from his elbow to the crook of his arm, a large piece of skin scraped from the friction against the floor. Taking a deep breath, Trist struggled to his feet, only to find that his trembling hands were not strong at all.

"Click", the door of the training room was pushed open, and Pike, who heard the wrong sound, rushed over, hurriedly glanced at the messy ground, and he helped up this proud disciple of his own with a concerned face.

"Why was it so careless?" Pike frowned, set up the 12-year-old student on the bench, took off his badge, brushed open the door of the closet, took out his bandages and alcohol, and faced the sneering disciple with a rare face.

"Cough, cough, phew", the alcohol rubbed, Trist's face was slightly distorted, and he looked at the instructor next to him who couldn't see his expression clearly because of his skin color, "Teacher Julie will go tomorrow...... Hey hey ......"

"Don't try to change the subject!" Pike's swarthy face darkened, "Listen, boy, listen, Trist!" ”。 Seeing that the little soul in his arms finally became serious, Parker loosened his collar and continued, "If memory serves, today is your 12th birthday, and you are already 12 years old, child."

"Any idea what that means?" Without waiting for Trist to answer, Pike said solemnly, "From today, when you are officially 12 years old, you will be like us, you must strictly enforce the ration system, all living materials, food, especially medicine," Pike raised his chin meaningfully, and led his disciple to look at the medicine box, which was filled with CN202 rapid healing agent that had just been used. "Your child privilege period is over, and I think Dr. Abby will breathe a sigh of relief about it."

After all, this kid with extraordinary dedication and enthusiasm for simulated camping training and combat training is too frequent to be injured and drugged, and if it weren't for the fact that this kid was medicated on the spot every time, Dr. Abby would have suspected who had instructed him to steal medical supplies.

"Hiss", the bandage ended, Trist took a deep breath, and his uninjured right hand hammered Pike's shoulder, "Thank you, Pike", today's CN202 potion will obviously be counted in Pike's account, both of them know it, and they don't say it.

Pike hesitated for a moment, but said earnestly, "Trist, the laboratory has calculated that the earth is currently full of radiation, which is not suitable for survival at all, and the radiation dissipates, we will have to wait another 100 years", after a pause, Pike got up and handed Triste's patched coat next to the sandbag back to the boy, "Although you are still young, child."

But according to the plot, the people on our ark, who have been reproduced for four generations, have adapted to the high level of space radiation, and it is not a problem to adapt to the residual nuclear radiation on the surface, but they just don't know it. And due to the aging of the air purification equipment, there are still about 7 years left, and the Ark will run out of air, and then the entire Ark will have to return to the ground. Before that, the 100 juvenile prisoners who are in custody awaiting conviction will be sent to Earth to explore the path, and the "Sons of the Earth" project will also be launched. In addition, the surface humans are not extinct, although they have degraded due to nuclear warfare, they have adapted to nuclear radiation, and are bloodthirsty and brutal, which is not friendly to outsiders like us......

Trist thought silently, but he couldn't tell anyone about these thoughts, and the son of an ordinary mechanic (Daddy Bob burped), the highest status around him was the director of the agricultural district in front of him, Pike, who was a marginal figure at the top. Trist didn't think he would get a chance to get into the center of power and subtly change the minds of the higher-ups.

Pike lifted Trist to his feet, his white beard trembling slightly, forming a smile of heart.

A few years later, this studious, calm, reliable, and somewhat clever (tsundere) disciple will teach these wilderness survival skills and fighting skills to the next generation, passing them on from generation to generation, and will come in handy when they return to the earth, fight nature again, and face unknown dangers.

And what about 100 years? We can afford to wait! The Ark can afford to wait! Humans can afford to wait! The history of mankind is a hymn to courage! We have made great mistakes, but one day, we will return to the earth and reshape civilization, and the fire of mankind will never be extinguished!

Outside the porthole is the blue earth, and the view from the gangway is thrilling. She was so far away, yet so close, that Parker pressed her hand on the porthole, as if she wanted to touch the earth that her fathers had been dreaming of through the high-strength glass. Thousands of emotions and thousands of words, when they come to their mouths, they are heavy, "out of class".

Trist knew that the Ark had limited resources, and this course, which should have ended half a year ago, but had been delayed again and again because of the child's small willfulness, was officially over at this moment.

With a slight bow, Trist turned around and went home for his and Murphy's 12th birthday dinner.

Pike nodded, retracted his gaze, and considered whether to go back for a drink, after all, he had always been single, and no one else could share the joy of this kind of apprentice who was like "the child has grown up".

Trist, who had walked a short distance, suddenly turned around, laughed evilly, and shouted at the mentor,

"Hey, Pike", Trist smiled wider, "Pike, I mean, I didn't finish my sentence when Aunt Julie invited you to join her tomorrow to celebrate Shirley's 10th birthday, uh, you know, Shirley's dad left them when she was 3 years old. ”

Before Pike chases after him with a barbell stick, Trist disappears as fast as he can.

"Do you still know to come back?" Murphy glared at his twin brother, his arms resting on the table, his hands intertwined, staring intently at a cake about half the size of a fist.

Unlike Murphy, who was disappointed in the smaller cake, Tristmo sighed, the Ark's material reserves, I am afraid that the future is worrying.

Seeing that his twin brother had not acted for a long time, Murphy trembled, subconsciously looked at his patched clothes, and after careful confirmation, he glared at his brother angrily, after all, the embarrassment of his birthday at the age of 8 left him with a serious psychological shadow.

"Okay kids, make a wish", Daddy Bob spread the zipper of his blue overalls, and the child grew up, which is always a happy thing for parents, and he couldn't help but be excited. Trist has always been reassuring, and little Murphy finally didn't cause any big trouble, and what made him even happier was that everyone saw Shirley running after Murphy more than once.

Thinking of this, Bob couldn't help but feel even more old, and the pig that he was fortunate to raise would finally be able to arch cabbage.

Area 52, at the door of Aunt Julie, the director of the Ark Living Area (Logistics).

Holding a flask in his left hand and a bouquet of flowers in his right hand, Uncle Pike, a black man, squeezed out a black and white smile. Shirley, who was in the room, sucked her index finger and tilted her head as she looked at the bouquet of flowers in Pike's hand, which was made of withered and scattered petals from the agricultural area......

Twenty minutes later, Pike, who was sitting on the sofa with Shirley in his arms, swore to Julie angrily that he would definitely give Murphy, the bad boy who seduced Shirley, look good, and he has been single for 37 years, and for the first time, he has the feeling that "the cabbage that he has worked so hard to raise has been arched by pigs".