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Yes, the people who saved them haven't given up yet. How can the people who have been saved can give up. In an instant, almost all the people of Z Star were doing the same ten things, watching the process of Yan Hao making chips.

That boy still looks like a student, can he really repair the Tianhe-1 battleship? Is it really too late? Although the barrage was banned in the video, some people still asked in private. Some even found the city where Yan Hao was born and the school where he went to, trying to find something that could increase credibility.

[Yan Hao's IQ is extremely high, and he always takes first place in the exams when he is in school. 】

[Usually we have to learn things for several days, he almost sees it ten times. 】

[Yes, I testify, I am Yan Hao's elementary school classmate. 】

[I am a middle school classmate. 】

Ten piles of former classmates of Yan Hao and even teachers appeared on the Internet.

"Teacher Qiu, isn't Yan Hao learning pharmacy? How can he build battleships." In the school where Yan Hao once went to school, ten middle-aged people turned to ask his colleague, this middle-aged man known as Teacher Qiu , Is the pharmacy teacher of Yan Hao High School.

Teacher Qiu's mood at this time was extremely complicated. This was once dismissed by him in every possible way, and he even commented on Yan Hao that he was smart but not of good character. However, it was this young man whom he said was a bad character, and is now doing his best to save his life.

When Yan Hao appeared and said the previous conversation, he was shocked to send ten communications to his once beloved disciple, Yan Fei, who was also Yan Hao's younger brother, but the communications showed that there was no longer a server, which meant that What? This means that Yan Fei is in space, because the signal will be blocked only when the individual is flying in space. But obviously this morning, Yan Fei sent him a message, saying that he would come back to school these two days to see him.

The catastrophe of Z star is inevitable, and Yan Fei flew away from Z star at the first time. This means that the Yan family is the tenth group of people who got news to escape from Z star. This means that Yan Hao, who is still working hard to repair the warship, originally had a chance. left. Obviously he could live, but he chose to stay. Whether or not Yan Hao was really confident that he could repair the warship, his choice was moving.

"I don't know either." Teacher Qiu replied to his colleague, "but he is very smart."

"He used to learn pharmacy? But didn't he just say he was a disciple of Pang Lao, the designer of Tianhe Battleship? Is it a lie?" asked ten teachers who didn't know Yan Hao.

There are more and more people who know Yan Hao on the Star Network. It is natural that Yan Hao was once an apprentice in pharmacy. It is just as everyone constantly wonders whether the appearance of Yan Hao is used by Winston to stabilize the people's hearts. In order to let the ZF senior officials go first, Federal University, Pang Lao, Zhong Lao, and Mecha Association issued ten statements.

Federal University: Yan Hao is a student in the 20th class of the Mecha Academy of our school with excellent academic performance.

Mecha Association: Master Yan Hao is a level 6 mecha manufacturer who has been strictly audited and certified by our association, and is also the youngest level 6 mecha manufacturer in history.

Compared with the above two organizations, Zhong Lao and Pang Lao are much simpler.

Old Pang: My disciple.

Old Zhong: My disciple.

Not many words, but domineering and overwhelming.

Yan Hao didn't know these things on the star network. All his attention was focused on making chips. He couldn't make a mistake because they only had ten chances. Time is a very strange thing. When you want him to be slower, he will walk very fast, and when you want him to be faster, time will be extremely long. Eight hours, at any time, let you watch ten live broadcasts at home for eight hours. No ten people don't think the time is long, but at this ten-minute Z star, this eight-hour live broadcast seems to have passed just in the blink of an eye. Seven and a half hours. In the live broadcast, the boy who has been watched by the public has not stopped.

Only half an hour left, is it too late?

Zergs are already approaching the atmosphere in space.

The panic that was finally suppressed rose again, and those who were planning to commit suicide once again hesitated whether to continue their plan.

It took one minute and ten seconds to walk, ten minutes, twenty minutes, twenty-five minutes, only five minutes left, most of the Z stars had closed their eyes in despair at this ten moments.

There are only five minutes left, the chip has not been completed yet, and the ending is self-evident.

In outer space, on the small battleship of the Sima family, Lu Siying was already crying in her husband's arms. It was only at this ten moments that she suddenly realized that she hadn't really cared about Yan Hao ten times over the years. Father Yan was holding his wife with tears in his eyes.

"Parents, you still have me, and I will honor you, as well as my brother." Yan Fei reached out his hand and hugged his mother from behind, but there was no sorrow or even secret joy in his heart.

Sima Mingxuan ignored the three Yan family behind him, but looked at Yan Hao in the video with complicated eyes. He still couldn't understand why Yan Hao didn't leave. If it was a fluke to repair the warship at the beginning, after confirming that the pulse magnetic chip was damaged, Yan Hao should escape from Star Z within the tenth time. He believed that if Yan Hao wanted to leave, Cong Yi would not force it. Keep him.

At this moment, Yan Hao, who had been bowing his head and manipulating the instrument in the live broadcast, finally moved. He raised his head and shouted at Cong Yi who was standing opposite. Because it was muted during the live broadcast, they couldn't hear what Yan Hao said, but what Yan Hao said was not long, only a few words, and they could understand it with a little care.

[Brother, it's done. 】

Winston, the governor of Star Z, has been following Yan Hao's progress. He was afraid that what Yan Hao said during the live broadcast would affect Star Z, who had finally settled down. At this time, he saw that Yan Hao had finally finished making the chip. , He immediately cancelled the silent mode, and in a short time, Yan Hao's voice resounded through the entire Z star and all the places where he was watching the live broadcast.

"I'm going to repair the energy system, brother let the warship pilot aim at the black hole." After speaking, Yan Hao turned and ran out of me.

After the chip is made, he still needs to install the chip.

In fact, there is no need to notify from the barbarian. The pilot in the cockpit has also heard Yan Hao's words through live broadcast. He had already driven the warship to the designated location half an hour ago, and pointed the space gun at the space black hole. . As long as Yan Hao puts the chip on, it only takes ten minutes to store energy.

"Go check the energy." The driver's palms were sweaty. In fact, he had already let people check the energy on both sides, but he was still not at ease. These ten shots were not only related to his life and death, but the billions of people behind him. .

Yan Hao left the inspection room, and the live broadcast suddenly changed and cut into the cockpit. The people who fell into despair ten more times raised their spirits ten times because of this change, and watched the live broadcast with bated breath.

The Tianhe 10 battleship was not large, and the maintenance room was not far from the bottom warehouse. With Yan Hao running at all levels, Yan Hao ran off in only twenty seconds. The metal outer wall of the energy supply system was removed and not installed before, which saved Yan Hao a lot of time.

Crouching down, carefully opened the wires covered on the outside, revealing a thumb-sized card slot inside, and Yan Hao raised his hand to insert the chip. He embeds the original chip first, then picks up ten chips that are much smaller than the one just now, as if they are blurry-sized chips, and embeds them a second time. This rice-sized chip is the original burnt part that Yan Hao spent eight hours just making.

"Little Junior Brother." Cong Yi also rushed over at this time. He glanced at the chip that had been placed inside, then turned to look at Yan Hao.

There are only three minutes left, and ten minutes are needed for energy storage, and only two minutes are left for Yan Hao.

"Brother, I said that at the beginning, you would let the control room activate the space cannon." Yan Hao said.

"Okay." Cong Yi nodded, at this moment he was not nervous anymore.

Yan Hao took a deep breath, then closed his eyes, and his mental power gushed from the sea of ​​consciousness, quickly wrapping the Magneto chip. When making the Magneto chip, he used his mental power to make a mark on it, so that it can be completed quickly and accurately when linking various interfaces.

It is theoretically feasible to use mental power to replace electronic components to complete the link, but Yan Hao has never done this before. Ten time is also a little nervous, but time waits for no one. It takes ten minutes for the space cannon to accumulate energy, which means that he must continue to maintain the link for ten minutes. His mental power is only Grade A. Yan Hao has no time to calculate whether Grade A mental energy can last for ten minutes. All he can do is to inject all his spiritual power.

It would be great if the senior was here. His mental power was S grade, so it would be fine.

In the end, Yan Hao thought of Sheng Heng. He knew that only after these ten passes could he see Sheng Heng again.

"Brother." Yan Hao shouted.

Cong Yi immediately realized that the ten instructions were transmitted to the control room. The pilot of the warship had already been waiting for these ten moments, and the hand hanging on the button immediately dropped.

"Energy storage begins." The cold mechanical sound suddenly sounded, but it ignited the hope of the entire planet.

"Ten percent..."

"Twenty percent..."

...

"Eighty percent..."

The mechanical sound continuously played the energy reserve of the space gun, and soon it reached 80%.

In the bottom bin, Yan Hao let out a snorted snort, his body was soaked in sweat, his face was as white as paper, and he seemed to die at any time. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Cong Yi couldn't believe it, ten people could sweat so much in less than a minute.

He wanted to ask aloud, "Little Junior Brother, how are you doing?", but he was afraid that he would interrupt Yan Hao at this critical juncture, so he could only watch him worryingly.

At this time, the picture in the live broadcast room is divided into three, ten are black holes in the space that are expanding outside and have stabilized, ten are the energy storage reminders that constantly sound in the control room, and ten are Yan Hao squatting next to the energy supply system. Pale sound and shadow.

"Ninety percent..."

With the sound of the energy storage sounding, Yan Hao seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, yelling: "Ah!!!"

With these ten shouts of persistence and pain, the space cannon finally completed its energy storage.

"Energy storage is complete, launch!"

The ten loud sounds of "Boom!", ten dazzling beams of energy that seemed to tear apart the starry sky shot towards the black hole in space, and immediately submerged, and then the black hole in space began to vibrate and twist, and all the surrounding ten pieces including flying from inside. The Zerg who came out sucked back, but those things were torn into pieces by the huge gravity just when they reached the edge of the black hole.

Finally, the space black hole could no longer hold on, after a violent tremor, it exploded with ten bursts of white light and disappeared.

The world is ten quiet, until...

"Little Junior Brother!" Cong Yi's roar sounded.

All the people attracted by the explosion discovered that in the ten scenes of the live broadcast, the young hero who had saved them was slowly falling.