Defend Namsan Park

Chapter 90 Lacan's Psychoanalysis

"Wow, what kind of substitute literature? Your feelings are really twisted."

The girl's soft breath touched Shanglu's forehead, and the latter's skin felt itchy. He wanted to scratch it, but Bai Shu had already finished and stepped back. She picked off the white fluff on Shanglu's hair, then lowered her head to pick up the eyebrow pencil and carefully drew his eyebrows, every detail was visible.

"He is twisted, not me."

Shang Lu snorted.

"You two are twisted. One is a mother-loving person, the other is a sister-loving person. You've been obsessed with a dead person for the rest of your life." Bai Shu said bluntly, "Is there any emotion in the world more twisted than this? According to Lacan's psychoanalysis, there is a huge and irreparable lack in your spiritual world. Do you know what the post-Great Retreat Syndrome is?"

“Who is Lacan? What is the Post-Great Retreat Syndrome?”

"The former is a dead person, and the latter is a mental and emotional distortion that is prevalent in society as a whole, which is mainly manifested in a strong attachment and psychological dependence on a golden age that no longer exists. Do you know how many people now lock themselves in their houses all day and watch the Spring Festival Gala over and over again? A considerable number of people even pretend and simulate that they are still living in the era before the great collapse, forming communities online." Bai Shu said, "But this kind of play will not last long. They will soon encounter a gap that cannot be ignored, and then suffer a mental breakdown."

"What gap?"

"Those who died took away a part of the lives of the survivors forever," Bai Shu said. "These days, there is no one with a complete household registration."

This statement is correct, Shanglu’s household registration book only has one page.

She painted earth-toned eyeshadow on Shang Lu, making his eyes, which already had a delicate temperament, look more like a girl. Bai Shu was the best makeup expert in the operation office. When she learned about the important task that Shang Lu was shouldering, she took the initiative to volunteer to do Shang Lu's makeup and contributed all the bottles and jars in her collection - cosmetics were almost a luxury these days, and all the stocks were treasures left over from before the collapse, stored in the girls' safes. It was also the first time that Shang Lu knew that girls' cosmetics were more complicated than those in a chemistry laboratory. Bai Shu carefully introduced to him what Clarins's milk water was, what Lancome's lotion was, and what Burberry's foundation was.

Since Bai Shu's equipment was incomplete, she also borrowed a bottle of L'Oreal essence from Dingxiang.

"Burberry Fresh glow pearlescent foundation, this may be the only bottle left in the entire 151." Bai Shu shook the black-shelled glass bottle in front of Shang Lu ostentatiously, while Shang Lu sat stiffly in the chair, talking to a deaf person.

The complexity of the makeup process was beyond Shang Lu's imagination. There were so many bottles and jars, each of which looked like facial cleanser and shaving cream, but Bai Shu could actually distinguish them clearly and remember the order, from toner to lotion to essence to sunscreen to foundation to concealer to contouring. Shang Lu watched himself in the mirror gradually become like a human being.

"Your eyes are most like your sister's." Bai Shu leaned over to paint Shang Lu's nose. Her only reference was a one-inch black-and-white ID photo. "You both have a pair of beautiful and smart eyes."

Shang Lu sat there motionless. It never occurred to him that the girl seemed to treat him as a painting, a statue, a work of art, and she was carving him meticulously and attentively like an artist.

Most of the time Bai Shu didn't speak. There were only her and Shang Lu in the office. They were so close that they could hear each other's breath. Shang Lu could smell the faint scent of gardenia in the other's collar. The atmosphere was really ambiguous, and Shang Lu wanted to find a topic to divert attention.

"How's your new boyfriend?"

"Which one?"

"The guy from the Political Department's Cadre Section, 1.80 meters tall, has been chasing you for a long time."

"Kicked." Bai Shu said calmly, "He is not good enough."

Shang Lu fell silent, and the atmosphere became more ambiguous.

"He asked you to dress up as a woman, and then what?" Bai Shu suddenly asked, "Does he really want you to sacrifice your looks and your butt? Although exchanging your butt for 400 tons of titanium alloy is a very cost-effective business, it is a huge profit no matter how you look at it, so a little sacrifice is not a bad idea..."

"No, no... absolutely not." Shang Lu's back tightened, and he subconsciously pulled up his anus, and quickly interrupted her, "How is this possible?"

"Maybe Wei Mao is just an autistic pervert? He wants to vent his years of suppressed desires on you. Anyway, you came to him on your own." Bai Shu smiled like a little devil, pressed the beauty egg on Shang Lu's nose and rolled it gently, "You know that the streets are full of mental and psychological diseases these days, not to mention the high-risk group of giant machine drivers with mental problems?"

Shang Lu couldn't sit still anymore.

He realized that he had not prepared for this. What Bai Shu said made sense. One should always think of the worst. The most extreme situation could happen. Who knows, maybe Wei Mao is a beautiful beast with a human face? No wonder he is not interested in women. It turns out that he likes men.

Bai Shu burst out laughing.

"Come, the last step, put on lipstick." She slowly twisted out half of the lipstick, "Yang Shulin 1966, the most classic blue-toned red, let me show you the color number." As she spoke, she put it on herself. With red lips and white teeth, the girl immediately became bright and beautiful.

The white tree looked in the mirror, then at the pokeweed:

"looks good?"

Phytolacca nodded.

There is a reason why there is a reinforced company of boys chasing Bai Shu in the base. She can make herself stand out without any effort. She has always been the one who chooses the men. If she hadn't met Shang Lu, Bai Shu would have never failed in the love field.

Bai Shu came closer and rested his hands on the armrests of Shanglu's chair, causing the latter to lean back involuntarily.

Her body pressed down with the scent of gardenia, full of it, and she whispered in his ear:
"Use this shade, and I guarantee you'll slay everyone."

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Wei Mao has been rather absent-minded these days, and Tang Di was anxious looking at his gradually declining test scores. Half a month ago, he had a hit rate of 47.9%, but today's test score was only 42.6%, a decrease instead of an increase. In comparison, Tang Di's simulation test scores have achieved a gratifying increase. The hit rate of 0.012% half a month ago has risen significantly to 0.046% today. At this growth rate, it will only take fifty years - fifty years later, Tang Di will also be able to become Dayi's driver and take on the important task of sniping the Snail Angel.

By then, the eighty-year-old veteran Tang Di tremblingly stepped into the cockpit of the giant machine. Although Lian Po was old, he could still eat.

"Think clearly, we only have one chance to fire. If your performance drops further, you won't be able to fire this shot."

Tang Di was like a senior high school teacher, worrying about his grades. The college entrance exam was coming up soon, so why were his grades dropping? Was he in a premature relationship?
Wei Mao was immersed in the sticky light blue IRGF. As a fourth-generation aircraft, Dayi's cockpit was similar in structure to Honglian's, a transparent sphere, with calculation processes flashing and jumping on the inner wall. Although everyone described the process of sniping the Snail Angel as "shooting", pulling the trigger was only the last step in its complex process. Calculating the movement orbit of the Snail Angel was the most important preliminary work. It is currently known that there are four gravitational sources in the Earth-Moon system that affect the orbit of the Snail Angel. The Earth is one, the Moon is one, and there are two gravitational sources hidden in the dark that are unknown to humans. The influence of the Earth and the Moon is relatively easy to deal with, but the two hidden things are very difficult to deal with. The long-range effects they exert - it may be gravity, it may be Coulomb force, or it may be some other interaction that humans have not discovered, vibrating the orbit of the Snail Angel like an invisible hand plucking the strings of a guitar, affecting the latter's nutation and precession.

Dayi possesses the most powerful computing core among all the giant machines currently in service. It is the only brain among all the giant machines currently with a floating-point computing power of up to 55 quadrillion times per second. It has the ability to simulate some complex movements and, under ideal conditions, accurately position the spiral angel to within centimeters.

"You don't know how lucky you are."

Tang Di held the Hibiscus King in his mouth, found a place to sit down, and looked at the outline of the giant machine under the lights of the workshop from afar.

"Ok?"

Wei Mao actually heard this muttering.

"I say that you always don't know how to appreciate the good things you have. If you have time, go to my office and take a look at my Foucault pendulum. You are the most important person in the world, and the whole world revolves around you like that pendulum." Tang Di said, "Unfortunately, I am not cut out for this. I am really dull. I tried my best and racked my brains, but I could only get a score of 0.046. Otherwise..."

"Ok?"

"Otherwise I'll go and drive the giant machine too." Tang Di said, "It's really abominable. You super geniuses all have the same head. Why are you born different from us?"

"Participate in the selection."

"I have participated in it many years ago. I still remember that I took the physical examination at Daping Hospital in Yuzhong District," said Tang Di. "It was the first round of screening and selection for giant machinery drivers. I was eager to try and overestimated my ability. As a result, I was eliminated in the second round. The examiner was a young girl wearing a mask. She told me to go back and wait for notification. I have been waiting until now."

Wei Mao was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that Tang Di had participated in the selection of giant machinery drivers with him. As for the little girl who asked Tang Di to go back and wait for notification, she was undoubtedly Shang Jun.

Tang Di didn't know that it was Sister Shang Lu who shattered his dream of becoming a driver, otherwise the new hatred would be added to the old one, and he would stab her twice every time they met.

Wei Mao exited the cockpit, took off her helmet while her body was wet, and looked like a beautiful woman emerging from water.

"When I was a kid, homesickness was a small test, I was on one side and the examiner was on the other. Later, homesickness was a huge machine, I was on the outside and the driver was on the inside." Tang Di held the cigarette and said leisurely, "Don't worry about you laughing at me, my dream since I was a child was to be a hero."

Tang Di looked at the hero. The hero he dreamed of becoming was standing ten meters away, under the lights, behind the giant machine, wearing a heavy black load-bearing suit. He was silent and stern. He held his helmet in one hand and took out his phone from the locker with the other. He lowered his head and replied to someone's message:

"Can you call me Maomao when we meet?"