Mist

In the next few days, Song Qinglan never saw the monsoon season.

I heard Duan Wen said that during the monsoon rains these days, I will go to the class for training new students in the morning, and in the afternoon I will train in the personal training room. The daily schedule is full. Minister Wang visited him once and treated him well. Some praise.

In the eyes of the leaders, these civilian workers seem to work very hard in everything they do.

Minister Wang called Song Qinglan to ring the alarm: "Xiao Ji is diligent and smart. When the time comes, you have to pay attention to teamwork. They are also given a two-star rating, and you will get a one-star rating after you finish this task. Don’t think I don’t know. You plan to treat them as vases."

Song Qinglan pretended to be confused: "How could there be such a thing."

The training ground has a personalized targeted training room as well as a team-based simulation combat system.

Two days before the mission, everyone will conduct team training as usual. Song Qinglan asked everyone to gather before discovering that there was a missing monsoon: "Old man, did you notify him?"

"I thought Li Chun told him yesterday."

"Damn, how could I tell him? I never met him at all!"

"Yes, I guess people are going to class again."

"Tang Qi, you organize training."

Song Qinglan was going to find someone personally, lest Wang Ju would buckle him again.

Out of the training ground, Song Qinglan went straight to the new student camp.

As the youngest captain, Song Qinglan gave the first fighting class for these new students to enter the sky. Song Qinglan's close combat skills have made those students who come from prestigious schools and have high self-esteem a lot of honesty, and they have been beaten to be submissive. Therefore, as soon as Song Qinglan appeared outside the window, the hairs of the people who drove on the job were standing upright.

The specially-appointed instructor of Tianqiong was taking a professional class, and in the slight disturbance, Song Qinglan quickly found the person he was looking for.

Sit by the window during the rainy season.

"Space constitutes the universe we are in. Time constitutes the universe we know."

The interpreter on the stage manipulated the holographic image to draw a colorful arc-shaped light. It did not know where it started, and it also entered nothingness at the end.

Some students whispered in praise.

When the monsoon rains, I lower my head and seem to have not noticed the wonderful demonstration.

"Time is like a flowing thread, giving us the past and the future."

"The past is immutable-a person cannot travel back to the past to kill his grandfather. We understand the grandfather paradox. Russian scientist Novikov has also put forward the principle of self-consistency, which means that even if one can go back The past cannot change the course of history. Simply put, our present is the final outcome that has been changed countless times."

The light flickered in the air.

The narrator continued: "So what about the future? Our scientific team invented the Sky Dome more than 20 years ago. They discovered that time is more than just a line."

As the instructor waved his hand, the arc of light in the sky changed.

The light split suddenly, bursting out countless filaments from the current point in time, spreading out in countless directions.

"The powerful computing power of the Vault of Heaven can calculate countless futures through our present. Its appearance has made mankind know the existence of a parallel world in the future for the first time. The Guardian operation in the parallel world successfully prevented 1771 possible terrorist attacks, 542 riots, and 6 wars, and successfully prevented 3 large-scale natural disasters."

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During the explanation, many information videos were played in turn.

Song Qinglan walked to the window: "..."

What is the "diligence and smart" in Minister Wang's mouth?

The hard-working and smart season consultant is concentrating in class...playing a black-and-white handheld handheld that was popular in the last century.

Under his familiar operation, Tetris constantly changes its position, falling, merging and eliminating at a very fast speed, four lines...five elements...even six or seven lines, the scores continue to skyrocket, and the cube can be embedded in an incredible way every time. The position makes people feel that the game will end in the next second is just an illusion.

It is undeniable that during the monsoon season, he is a master of Tetris. After searching the entire sky, he may not find a second player who can play better than him.

Because of lowering your head, the cervical spine is slightly raised during the monsoon rain, and the thin shoulder blade line is clearly visible.

He has a very focused expression, his long eyelashes are drooping, his profile is quiet, his fingers are slender, and his nails are short and clean, just like what he feels like-he hasn't suffered at all.

Song Qinglan thought, maybe she didn't plan to endure hardship.

In the afternoon before the mission, everyone gathered for a mission meeting.

Like every mission meeting in the past, a destination map is displayed on the giant screen, with a number of marks attached to it.

The third command center of the Tianqiu headquarters was in charge of this task scheduling. The meeting room was filled with thirty or forty people. Except for the seven teams, they were all internal services for the mission. The mission commander on the stage was explaining the mission, and even Minister Wang was sitting in the audience.

"A month ago, Skydome calculated that Xingyuan's population in Xijing in 1460 had drastically changed. During this time period, there was a fluctuation of up to 3%."

The commander-in-chief zoomed in on the map and pointed to the flashing red dot area in the picture.

"According to the calculation chart, after excluding natural disasters, explosions and other energy factors, Sky Qiong defined this mission as a possible biochemical terrorist attack, and the mission level is A level."

"Biochemical terrorist attack?"

"Didn't we deal with it once?!"

"Little Case!"

"I'm applying." Song Qinglan sat at an oblique corner, with red dots on the map reflected in her sharp ink pupils, "After successfully completing this A-level mission, I apply for an S-level mission."

As soon as his words fell, the whispers in the conference room spread.

As we all know, the rating score for one S-level task is worth five A-level tasks.

As many as twelve A-level missions were successfully completed, and the seventh team was established in just two years, and it became famous in the sky, and rushed into the front row of the most valuable team like a dark horse. However, the fact that they have not performed the S-level mission has prevented them from being able to squeeze into the top three. They were completely crushed by the top three teams with super high scores, and they could not make it.

Therefore, the seven teams have been eager for S-level tasks.

I heard about it during the rainy season.

Sitting with his teammates, he could clearly see Song Qinglan's appearance. Arrogance, arrogance, and desire to win are all clearly expressed in Song Qinglan's tone.

"Accept application." The commander-in-chief paused and said to Song Qinglan, "After this mission, the command center will re-evaluate your mission performance. Please be ready to accept S-level missions at any time."

Song Qinglan has heard this story many times.

He sat coldly, expressionless.

People can't help but wonder, after years of obeying the so-called arrangement, this unruly new star will explode sooner or later.

At the end of the conference, there was still a small strategic meeting to be held, and Song Qinglan had a separate talk with Minister Wang and other direct leaders for two hours.

When he came out, his teammates all changed into civilian clothes and waited for him.

"Call the newcomer." Song Qinglan said casually.

The night before the mission, the whole team went to eat hot pot together, "eat a good meal before going on the road", this is the usual practice in the team.

"Called. Consultant Ji said he won't go."

"People are still in the training room."

Song Qinglan thought of the person playing Tetris in a professional class, and felt a little amusing.

He instructed everyone to go first.

There are hundreds of private training rooms in the huge training ground. The seventh team has its own fixed number. Song Qinglan has the authority. It didn't take much effort to find the person she was looking for.

It was really just finished training during the rainy season.

He had just got off the simulator, his body was sweaty, the neckline of the gray T-shirt was soaked, two mechanical arms around him, one handing a towel, the other handing pure water.

Taking water during the monsoon rains, Song Qinglan unexpectedly appeared: "Song team?"

Song Qinglan stood at the door, holding her arms in time, as if waiting for a reasonable explanation.

"Why don't you go to the dinner party?"

During the monsoon rain, I drank a sip of water, my eyebrows and eye corners were blurred by sweat, and the beautiful facial features were steaming.

Obviously they are all men, but Song Qinglan suddenly felt a little strange, as if... his appearance in the training room of his teammates was a very distant matter and should be avoided.

During the rainy season, he replied: "Sorry, I have made an appointment in advance to receive the video call in the evening."

Song Qinglan: "Can't you pick it up later?"

During the rainy season, I took a towel and wiped my sweat: "It's too clingy and will make you angry."

What this sentence meant made Song Qinglan think of a crucial point, and she also realized why she felt that she should avoid suspicion.

He raised his eyebrows: "Is anyone in the house?"

The robotic arm has happily collected the towel and walked away.

But another drop of sweat slipped from his forehead during the monsoon rain. He subconsciously grasped the hem of his clothes and wiped the sweat off with a T-shirt.

The tight waist and abdomen of the young man were exposed, which was different from all the guardians of the sky: the waist was very thin and flexible, and the skin was dazzling white, as if it could not be held. During the movement, on the sweaty flat lower abdomen, a round belly button was looming at the waist of the trousers.

Song Qinglan looked away.

"Team Song, do you mind?" Monsoon obviously understands the contradiction better than him, but his words and deeds are very natural, "Does the training room I have been in need to be disinfected?"

Regarding the severity of Song Qinglan's homophobia, he has also heard of it during the monsoon rains.

I heard that he had been publicly pursued by the same sex, so even the office where Gay had entered had to be disinfected.

Song Qinglan wouldn't pay attention to such a provocation.

Song Qinglan said her real purpose for coming to the training room, but it was not much harsher than she imagined: "I want to tell you that there are many people who want to mix in an A-level mission to complete the star rating. They will soon find that they want to That's too much, because the A-level mission is much more dangerous than imagined. If you still care about the people around you, it is not too late to quit, I will arrange for you to go back to Ningcheng."

During the monsoon rains, it seemed that I didn’t hear the irony: “But for me, it’s too late to quit now.”

The atmosphere is tight.

Song Qinglan smiled quickly: "Okay, then I have only one request for you."

It looked calm during the rainy season, and only met his gaze.

Song Qinglan dropped a few words: "Obey the order and lie down and win."