Time is really a wonderful thing.

It relies on changes in things to prove its existence. It is only a constant parameter used to describe the process, but it allows people to perceive its length based on changes in mood.

For the monsoon season, it was just a night's sleep, and there were only 13 hours left, and he hadn't figured out what to do.

For Song Qinglan, it's just like the sun.

After he said those things when he came back during the monsoon, he actually didn't sleep much, at best he slept for four or five hours. Song Qinglan didn't need to think too much, and she also faintly knew how she felt about him during the monsoon rains, and knew that she couldn't run away during the monsoon rains.

But Song Qinglan discovered for the first time that he was so impatient.

He still has a basket of things to say, but he has to wait for the monsoon to express his position.

Song Qinglan didn't know how to be sultry, and he had never chased anyone. She just did what she wanted in her heart, and said what she wanted to say. After he said the phrase "time is so slow", he saw the hand holding the fork pause for a second during the monsoon rain, and he knew not to push people too quickly.

Just reminded it. Song Qinglan didn't talk on her private channel and during the monsoon rain. Anyway, there will be time to speak slowly in the future.

"At nine o'clock in the evening, everyone makes a personal video report." Song Qinglan looked at the watch and said to everyone on the table, "What should be said, I have already explained it in the inspection department before. This video report takes you all. It’s fine to tell me about Tian’s experience. Whether a more detailed written report is needed, it depends on the situation.”

Zhou Mingxuan said strangely: "This time is so good? Don't we need to write a written report?"

"Really? Just dictate?"

"There is such a good thing?"

Everyone felt a little flattered.

In the bubble world, they seriously wrote dozens of pages of written reports.

"On the one hand, of course it's because I fought for it."

Song Qinglan said lightly that he actually took a lot of talking about this, but the reason is good-no one has done so many high-intensity tasks in the history of the sky, and he pays more attention to physical fitness and mental health. Under the circumstances, so the above will let them make a video report.

"On the other hand, it's because the situation here is different from the bubble world."

He told everyone what he had learned: "The ‘Sky Dome in the sense of all times’ has officially connected to our Sky Dome system, and called our system a subsystem, which is the parent system.”

Everyone on the table looked at each other.

A feeling is quietly climbing in the hearts of everyone, not a fear, but it makes people very uncomfortable.

Everyone knows that this "sky dome in the sense of all times" is a self-ideology produced by the sky dome system. Human beings think of themselves as creators, but when they make things far beyond imagination and can control them in turn, they will be afraid.

"After it is connected to our system, all the tasks we have completed are automatically settled in the system. Our task experience, time coordinates reached, and task goals completed are all recorded in detail. We don’t need to record them one by one. I’ll explain.” Song Qinglan said, “I believe you also saw the task settlement prompt when you came back.”

Everyone nodded.

Indeed, I saw it all.

"Then it can directly control our system now?"

"Think carefully, and then, will we be in charge of the system, or the system will be in charge of us?"

"Is this thing no one has discovered its existence before?"

Song Qinglan leaned on the back of the chair, her two long legs seemed to have nowhere to rest, and her expression sank: "I still don't know the specific situation. We reinterpreted the task from our own perspective, and the format is not limited for the time being. However, from the current situation, it seems that it does not mean to directly manage the system beyond its authority..."

"smart system."

Suddenly said during the rainy season.

Everyone looked up.

During the rainy season when my sense of existence has just become weaker: "..."

He tried his best to ignore the strange new way of getting along with him. He ate the fruit and said: "The sky has self-awareness. I think it not only hijacks us to complete its planned tasks, but also according to it in all ages. Data analysis, intervene in our current task, and judge whether our task should be carried out."

Zhou Mingxuan asked: "So, does it mean to help maintain stability in time and space?"

"I guess so." said during the rainy season, "we don't know when it appeared. Maybe it was a long time later that we saw several results in several time and space."

Whether in the bubble world or in this world, there are quite a few people who are opposed to the transition of time and space.

Large-scale opposition and demonstrations will not only occur at the beginning of the event. Perhaps, as the monsoon said, the future mankind will finally have devastating results because of the touch of time and space. Such as PU-31, such as Kaos, such as Bubble World, those are things that shouldn't happen.

But the contribution of the sky to mankind is also obvious to all. It avoids wars, indicates natural disasters, and stifles possible terrorist and violent attacks in the bud, allowing their precarious time and space to continue indefinitely.

Therefore, it is impossible for the Sky System to be abandoned by humans. Someone must find a suitable way to manage the transition of time and space.

Duan Wen remembered something, and said: "I remember when I first entered the Vault of Heaven, I seemed to have heard people talk about this topic. It was said that when the Vault of Heaven system was officially developed, someone had put forward similar opinions, but they belonged to the scientific madman of the team faction. , Is also the school whose thinking is too extreme, everyone's results are not very good."

"Old man, what kind of history do you have to say?" Zhou Mingxuan became interested.

Duan Wen has been in the sky for the longest time. No matter how true or false the secret topic is, he knows a little bit: "Just let's talk about it in the team. If we talk about it outside, we need to write a review." He lowered the volume, "Say yes...what are the people in that group researching? Those who maintain stability in time and space, and have continuity in time and space, have proposed intelligent systems very early. According to them somehow they are crazy, sick, and even some people have committed suicide."

Everyone present showed a look of surprise, Song Qinglan thought of something: "I seem to have heard Xie Si'an say."

In the space capsule, Xie Si'an once mentioned a professor surnamed Sheng, who said that he had made a great contribution to the sky, but in the end he committed suicide at a young age.

Thinking of things like that, Song Qinglan suddenly remembered something again. Of the two passers-by they saw in the Rubik's Cube, one of them seemed to have the last name Sheng—

"So." During the rainy season, he interrupted his thoughts and brought the topic back. "This so-called parent system may be a way of balancing that will come into being someday in the future."

People never stop thinking about time and space.

As guardians, they are even more so.

Song Qinglan has been thinking about this problem since he was hijacked. Seeing that the faces of everyone were not good, she knocked on the table and said: "Whether you want to maintain stability in time and space or control the sky, the World Time Management Alliance will find a way to find a suitable one. That’s not something we can control. What we need to do right now is to finish the video report, go home, rest, and leave these things behind."

Tang Le was the first to return to his senses: "Then can we still have three months off this time?!"

Li Chun excitedly said: "Yeah! We were all put on a three-month vacation in the bubble world, Minister Wang should be more distressed to us than Minister Qi?"

Duan Wen: "Not necessarily, we are Minister Qi's lifesaver, that's different."

Tang Qipo cold water: "Wake up, it is the psychological assessment report that determines the length of the holiday."

The topic was quickly shifted.

Everyone talked about task settlement rewards from the holidays, and talked about the new rating rewards.

The speed of eating is slowed down during the monsoon rains.

Maybe he was really hungry, Song Qinglan's good meal was eaten by him.

Song Qinglan looked at the dinner plate, the corners of her lips seemed to be smiling.

He knows that the rest of the plate is what he doesn't like during the rainy season.

"gone."

Song Qinglan shouted when she finished eating during the rainy season.

Everyone stood up.

The dining room chairs were pushed in a mess, and they put them away.

A group of people returned to the lounge talking and laughing when the monsoon rains were rumored to be at odds with them.

At nine o'clock in the evening, everyone gave a video report in their training room. Their video content will be transmitted to the Inspection Department, to the superiors, and to the Center of the World Time Management Alliance.

Thanks to the experience of the 89 B-level missions he had done before, during the monsoon season, he was used to expounding everything he experienced during mission execution with clear and accurate thoughts. In just one hour, he completed all the reports based on the facts. content.

When I walked out of the private training room, everyone's training room doors were still tightly closed.

The empty training ground has a huge mirror, which illuminates the training ground and a lonely monsoon.

At ten o'clock, I left the training ground during the monsoon rain, and prepared to blow the air on the platform outside the corridor.

Song Qinglan's voice no longer sounded in the private channel.

Ten hours are left.

During the monsoon rain, his elbows were on the railings, and the night wind blew his black hair into a mess, and his cold white complexion seemed to glow in the night.

"Counselor Ji." Someone called him from behind.

Turn around during the rainy season and lean against the railing.

The light on the platform is not good, and there are usually few people coming, so he squinted his eyes to confirm who came.

A team of guardians passed by the corridor, about seven or eight, all wearing black combat uniforms, it seemed that they had just returned from a certain mission. Lin Xinlan stopped, said hello to his teammates, and walked from the corridor to the platform.

It’s not a strange thing to meet Lin Xinlan in the Tianqiang Jiangcheng branch. Moreover, the training grounds of the 9th and 7th teams are on the same floor. Although both teams usually have to perform tasks, they can be regarded as looking up. See you down.

During the rainy season, I just didn't expect him to meet each other so soon.

Lin Xinlan approached: "As soon as I finished the mission, I heard that you were back. I felt that it was you from a distance, and indeed it was you."

Only nodded to him during the rainy season.

Xindao Jiangcheng is really not suitable for him to stay, no matter where he wants to be alone, he can't be alone.

The wind on the platform was blowing so hard that it might rain.

Lin Xinlan's hair was also blown messy, and it looked different from that in the "Rubik's Cube" mission. One year later, he changed his hair style, and he felt different.

"It feels very strange." Lin Xinlan smiled with peach blossom eyes, "For you, you saw me yesterday, but for me, it has been a year."

During the rainy season, he said directly: "Team Lin, you lost your bet."

Lin Xinlan shouted to Song Qinglan during the "Cube" mission, saying who would compare him to complete the task first, and tell Song Qinglan a secret if he loses. Of course he didn’t think he would lose a year ago. Maybe a year later, he already knew the result, and he must have figured out why everyone on the seventh team, including Song Qinglan, had such an attitude towards him a year ago. .

It is very hard to keep secrets. I can’t tell the 7th team what will happen in a year, nor can I use any means to change this "history that will happen." Seven teams in this time and space have done a Rubik's Cube mission.

Lin Xinlan had blood stains on his body, which may have been left over from the mission.

He really laughed, because he didn't expect to say this to him in the first sentence during the monsoon rain: "Thank you for the reminder, but I have fulfilled the bet, but the result is not very good."

"Fulfilled the bet?" After thinking about it during the rainy season, he immediately knew what he was referring to. "I thought you said you never touch straight men."

"It's okay to give myself a chance, at least I tried it." Lin Xinlan shrugged, "Moreover, Team Song... is not as straight as expected."

During the rainy season: "...how do you know."

Lin Xinlan thought he didn't believe it, so he leaned on the railing, and said slowly, "Feel it."

Seeing the monsoon rain, Lin Xinlan said: "You know, those rooms have a recording function. After I separated from you, I walked through several rooms alone, and then saw the traces of Team Song and you."

He fell into the memory of a year ago, and slowly said: "You are arguing, and the tone is a bit agitated. He is nervous and angry, but it is not because of your quarrel."

What Lin Xinlan said should be the final stage of "splicing."

Witnessing Zoe's death during the rainy season, Song Qinglan wanted to change the line with him, but he didn't obey. Instead, he climbed down the ladder and threw Song Qinglan away. At that time, regardless of the monsoon rains, I just wanted to get out of the "Cube" and just want to return to that year as quickly as possible.

Lin Xinlan said: "I don't know if God was joking with me. I saw the traces of Song Qinglan several times later, and he has been looking for you."

In those traces, every time he meets his teammates, Song Qinglan will confess to them: “When the monsoon rains, stay with him as much as possible and join the same route. Even if the speed is slower, it doesn’t matter.”

Zhou Mingxuan asked: "What's wrong?"

Song Qinglan said: "His condition is not good."

"Song Qinglan is distressed." Lin Xinlan seemed to sigh, and said, "I have known him for a long time. The first time I saw him put the task in a secondary position, just because his teammates are not in good condition, you I don’t know how harsh he can be with his teammates. I’ve never seen Song Qinglan look at other people like that, but I know what it’s like when one person feels about another."

I don't know during these rainy seasons.

Maybe he actually knew it. He hadn't been in a relationship before, nor had he tried to beat a straight guy, so he thought it was just Song Qinglan's reaction as the captain.

Lin Xinlan did not ask how he felt about Song Qinglan during the rainy season, nor did he ask if the straight man he was talking about during the rainy season was Song Qinglan.

"Since Song Qinglan has this possibility, I have another year to try. It's not too much to try. How can there be fair and unfair things like love?" Lin Xinlan said here, and took out a dice from his pocket. "This is the student’s training camp and he gave it to me when I was playing the game. We fell out that time, and I wanted to put it on his table and return it to him. I accidentally knocked over the water glass, and it was unpleasant. Rumors, I wanted to explain, but who knows that he was in the Rubik's Cube, but he has actually forgotten what it is."

Look at that dice during the rainy season.

Finally figured out that Lin Xinlan refused to use it to find the way in the "Cube".

Lin Xinlan put the dice back: "However, I am very happy to see him also unrequited love."

During the rainy season: "?"

Lin Xinlan resumed his previous tone: "He offended you a lot before you came. I can see that you don't like him so much. I just want to stay away from him, right?"

During the rainy season: "...Hmm."

"I knew it." Lin Xinlan glanced at him, and suddenly peach blossoms blinked, as if they were discharging, "Seriously, consultant Ji, these stinky straight men can't bend for long. Why don't you think about me, I It can be changed for you."

During the monsoon rains, there was a layer of goose bumps on his arm. He did not receive the current, but asked blankly: "Did you not throw the dice?"

Lin Xinlan: "Why did you throw it away? Save it as a thought."

During the rainy season, he suggested: "I feel upset when I see it, it is better to throw it away."

Lin Xinlan thought for a while and felt that he was right, so he took the dice out of his pocket again and threw it from the platform to the distant woods.

The dice drew a line in the night and disappeared completely.

Lin Xinlan was relaxed after throwing the dice, and chatted with Monsoon. She also went to change her clothes and write a report and went home by the way, and finally left.

During the monsoon rain, the wind blew for a while before returning to the training ground.

Everyone almost finished the video report and asked him where he had been. During the rainy season, they said to go outside.

Psychological assessment will not be done the next day. At this time, it was like jet lag. Everyone had enough rest but no sleep. Li Chun asked to play games to pass the time.

Song Qinglan was wearing a gray T-shirt, and the last one came out of the private training room: "What game to play?"

Everyone rushed to suggest.

Like them, Song Qinglan sat cross-legged next to them during the monsoon rains, and listened with interest with her hands on her chin.

Just listen to the seasonal rain: "Are there any dice games?"

Song Qinglan turned her head, her black eyes shone under the bright lights of the training ground, and asked gently, "Do you want to play this?"

When the monsoon rains, he answered "Yes."

Tang Le immediately said: "Yes! Lots of people! We are just playing flying chess. The kind that we played in the student training camp before, there are props here!"

Talking about playing games, Tang Le and Li Chun were more active than anyone else. They quickly moved out the props from the locker and laid them in the middle of the floor.

Song Qinglan supported the ground with one hand, and played with the dice with the other at will: "Talk about rewards and punishments, what is the difference between winning and losing."

As soon as everyone heard it, they thought of a lot of detrimental tricks.

Song Qinglan felt warmth coming from the back of her hand.

He looked down and saw that his fingers were on the back of his hand during the monsoon rain. They were slender and thin, and their nails were clean and beautiful.

Seeing him looking over during the rainy season, he put his fingers away and said, "If I win, give me the dice."

There is a customary rule for playing this game in the training camp of the trainees. If someone wins first, they can be required to take the power to decide their fate by throwing dice for everyone.

Everyone thought he was talking about this.

Song Qinglan said without hesitation: "Success."

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