"What does this document mean?" Yale turned a few pages, the front looked like a safety responsibility letter, but the second half was filled with a lot of fill-in-the-blank questions.

"Dream rules, the first half is a safety book. Simply put, the college will be exempted from liability if there is an accident, and the pension will be paid. The intensity can be set by yourself. You don’t need to be very detailed, just write a brief outline.”

"So powerful!" The knight jumped straight to the back, dazzled.

"You can choose slowly, we will open the dream for you after reviewing." Lloyd put the medical record under his arm, looked at Vesta, nodded and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute, please lend me a pen, and I'll fill it out right away."

"Are you sure? In the current state?" The female director stared at him suspiciously.

Yale carefully read the rules of the dream, turned his face slightly and said, "Didn't you say, my body has recovered, and the pain will not be relieved no matter how much I rest, there is no need to waste time."

"That's true, then please use this." The man with glasses took out the quill in the medical record and handed it to the knight: "This is a specially made goose feather. I just added ink this morning, and it can write tens of thousands of characters."

"Thank you, wait a few minutes for me." He wrote several pages in one breath, filled out all the safety book, and passed it back to Lloyd: "It's done."

"No accident, after the review is completed, I will take you into the Misty Ting Dreamland in the afternoon, please prepare yourself mentally." The man with glasses left the ward first.

"Have a good rest." Vesta frowned at him and followed Lloyd's pace.

After the two of them disappeared, after a while, Yalei opened the curtain on the left, letting the sun shine on his face, with a touch of warmth, his body seemed to feel a little better.

After a little quietness, the brain started to revolve uncontrollably, and the memory of being ruthlessly humiliated in front of the courtyard flooded into my mind again and again.

"Genevieve!" He stared fiercely at the sky, his pupils shrinking terribly.

Lunch time came quickly, and with the help of a male nurse, the knight ate a nutritious meal like chewing wax. The nurse had just left, the door of the ward was slammed open, and Vesta walked in panting.

"Miss Vista, who are you?" He looked at the other side strangely.

"What did you write in the dream rules!" The maid walked to the sickbed with a frosty face, and pushed **** someone's chest.

Yale's face suddenly flushed red, like someone who had never tasted spicy food in his life, accidentally swallowed a pound of devil peppers, and then was poured a mouthful of boiling water - the pain was unbearable, and he wanted to die.

Vesta can ignore this and stretch out his fingers to grab his ear:

"Powerful destructive power, invisible ability that can't be seen by the naked eye, moves that create contrast in hearing combined with extremely fast speed... Do you want to take revenge on Genevieve by choosing this kind of opponent?"

"These...has nothing to do with you..." The knight's pupils were sore that he was full of golden stars flying around in front of him.

"Don't know good people, you stinky bastard." The female commissioner put a force in her hand, leaned into his ear and said coldly:

"I don't want to see you slump after a series of blows. You can't win against him. Let's change to some practical goals. There is not a generation gap between you and the blue blood."

"I haven't tried... How do you know... Can you release it first?" Yale's expression was dazed, his head was full of buzzing echoes, and the scene in the room began to fly randomly.

"Humph!" Vesta twisted it abruptly, then quickly released it, and watched the knight roll around with his ears covered, and then he raised the corners of his lips with satisfaction:

"Whether it is battle lines, body, or combat experience, you are not his opponent, and the same is true with that heart."

"..." Yale rubbed his ears and remained silent.

"See your goals clearly, Yale, you have great potential, but you're not a genius." The female director picked up his face and said softly:

"Don't be blinded by hatred. I have seen too many tragedies. They went one after another to challenge the cliffs that they could not climb. In the end, they fell with blood and blood, and they couldn't recover."

"I'm different from them." The knight's eyes were still full of confidence.

"Everyone said that at first." Vesta straightened his waist and looked at him with pity: "Every era has its darling, but unfortunately it's not you."

Yale turned his head to look out the window, avoiding the sight that made him feel uncomfortable:

"It is precisely because it is a cliff that cannot be easily crossed, so it is more worthwhile to challenge. The battle is different from your research. Excessive caution is cowardice, Miss Vista."

Snapped! The female director slammed him down, gritted her teeth and said, "Listen to people's advice, you are a jerk."

Ka-! The door was pushed open again, and Lloyd looked at them strangely: "What are you two doing?"

"Teaching after class." The female director licked her red lips ambiguous and looked at him with burning eyes.

"It's really bad fun." The man with glasses looked away in confusion and turned to Yalei: "The review is progressing faster than I thought, you can go now, I'll be waiting for you at the end of the corridor."

After speaking, he took a woman who was discharging electricity everywhere as air and walked out of the ward directly.

Vesta stepped aside and quietly watched the knight put on his clothes with difficulty, and then walked stiffly to the door. She opened her mouth before speaking, but she said nothing after all.

It wasn't until the door of the ward was gently closed that Yale's voice was heard again from outside the door:

"Ms. Vesta, I must challenge Genevieve, and I may break my head, but I'm not the only one who bleeds, you can just watch from the sidelines."

The female commissioner stared at the back of the door absentmindedly. After a long time, she took out a women's cigarette from her breast pocket, bit it between her teeth skillfully, and suddenly realized that she didn't have a match, she still took a deep breath:

"This arrogant brat..."

Yale followed Lloyd, walked through the main passage where the researchers walked one after another, and arrived at the labyrinth-like main hall of the research institute.

In the long and narrow tunnel, the man with glasses had a hint of pride, and said abruptly, "This place is usually not open to the public. Maybe you can only come in once in your life."

"That's amazing...how long will it take?" Yale said perfunctorily, obviously not interested in what he said.

"Right now." Lloyd turned into the passage on the right. There was only a white metal wall in front of him. He stepped forward and pressed his palm against the wall: "Follow me."

In the next second, the body of the man with eyes was pulled in by a stream of light, and the knight put his hands on the wall in a similar manner, and a flower in front of him turned into a curved wall.

"Is it right here?" He looked around and found that it was a cylindrical room. For some reason, his head suddenly became a little dizzy.

"Don't worry." Lloyd stomped on the metal ground with his leather shoes: "We are descending through it. Mistertin's dream is at the bottom of the academy, and it will be there in about three minutes."

"Falling? No wonder I'm a little dizzy." The knight nodded in understanding.