The cafeteria was the Air Crew Mess, filled with an astonishing variety of food, and it was even better than what the Air Force ate. The Space Force's food standards were higher than the pilots'. It seemed that the higher one flew, the better one ate. Who knew how high the food standards would rise if they managed to build a spaceship and break out of the Solar System someday?
Song He and Deng Puhe carried their trays to a small table in the corner and sat down.
Song He was nervous. "You said there might be a variable? What did you mean?"
"You're talented, and I'd be happy to tutor you in mathematics, but wasn't I called here for a meeting? They suddenly assigned me a new task." Deng Puhe said.
Song He froze for a moment, listening as he ate.
"Last night, the rain stopped for a while, so I went downstairs for a walk. It started raining again while I was out, and General Wang happened to pass by and hold an umbrella over me. We walked and talked." Deng Puhe said, "By the time we finished talking, I'd been assigned to the supercomputer research and development team to help build a new supercomputer. I might be very busy, so I probably won't have much time to teach you."
Song He's face twitched. "Did General Wang stop in the rain while he was walking, forcing you to stand there and talk with him?"
Deng Puhe looked surprised. "You saw it?"
"I didn't see it. I was trapped in the rain like that once too. After the conversation, I ended up with a job involving a Biological Computer." Song He smiled bitterly.
He was seriously starting to wonder whether it was really a coincidence. Who knew how many