don't open your eyes [unlimited]

In the regular timeline of "Cocoon", Ling Su served as the captain and instructor of the first batch of pioneers three years ago.

——The reason why it is called a regular timeline is because in each department, the flow rate of time is also inconsistent.

"Have you heard of it? In order to gain the most time, the time flow of important departments will be adjusted slower."

The person in charge of Leisure Dreamland introduced to Zhuang Die: "The technical research and development department is 40:1. When it is necessary to make extremely important key decisions, those core leaders will occasionally enter the 100:1 dreamland."

This kind of thing has long been no secret to the inside and outside. Even the semi-open decompression dreamland used for leisure has a base flow rate difference of 10:1 compared with the time in reality.

These extremely disparate time gaps are actually subtly and indiscernibly stripping these people out of reality.

In order to resist this kind of stripping, the headquarters has carried out a series of reforms—except for extremely special circumstances, everyone must be forced to withdraw from the sleeping cabin for more than five hours every natural day.Taskers must record real life in detail, and must be familiar with their living environment, height and weight, birthday, appearance and age in real life.

No matter how good the elite taskers are, they will be forced to retire after performing one year of continuous A-level missions or one hundred A-level missions, and return to reality for recuperation.

Zhuang Die nodded, opened his notebook and wrote it down.

"Your habit also seems to be taught by the Ling team."

The person in charge of Leisure Dreamfield smiled and said: "They also have a notebook... I didn't bring anything to the first meeting, and I always felt that I made a big mistake."

In the eyes of the first batch of pioneers, the mysterious instructor of unknown origin is simply the most direct embodiment of psychological shadow.

Although he is also considered a young talent now, Ling Su at that time looked much younger than now.

Not only is he young, but he is also sharp—a kind of cold, uncompromising sharpness, just like the cold-looking scalpel he always wields in his hand.

At the same time, there were a few assistant instructors who were strict, but they still had some human touch. Occasionally, some people couldn't help but soften their hearts to the team members who were exhausted into ghosts, and secretly relaxed some requirements.

In S0's dictionary, the word "soft-hearted" has never existed.

He never seems to be satisfied, and he just nods to the players who have finally met the training results.

Most of the time, he just sat alone on the top of the equipment next to the training ground, as if carelessly supervising those bloody and mournful people.

The most common mantra of the young instructors, besides "quit if you can't do it", is "you will never get a certificate if you don't meet the standards"... Occasionally say a soft word or two in a soft tone, there is no need to guess at all, nine Ninety percent of them are ironic, and they must immediately reflect on whether they have made some extremely low-level mistakes.

...It's just that, even though there are many complaints, no one dissatisfied with Ling Su.

Ling Su's training was more intense than anyone else's, and the mental power manipulation that tortured them to the point of death was like a casual game for the instructors.

In the eyes of the players, S0 is like a scalpel, always reliable, always accurate, and always cold as if it is not human at all.

This unforgettable impression was completely frozen after all of them were sent out to try to carry out the first pioneering action in the subconscious field.

In the first pioneering operation, only twelve of the nineteen pioneers who went out came back.

The remaining seven people were all trapped in the subconscious wasteland—compared with the endless dangers, traps and boundless desolation there, the training ground was as relaxed as a greenhouse.

After the roll call, the young instructor dropped the roster, turned around and left the training ground, and disappeared for a week.

No one knew how he did it. After all, when he appeared on the training ground again, Ling Su had brought back all the seven pioneers who had fallen behind.

Everyone was dazzled by the surprise of finding it again, and rushed over happily.As soon as he was about to lift the instructor up and throw him into the sky according to the routine development, he was severely reprimanded for three hours.

This time, everyone was fined to run [-] laps.

Although running circles in the conscious world does not really consume physical strength, the exhaustion and the long suffering that seems to be endless are real.

On the runway lap after lap, as if they would never run to the end, they were finally forced to get used to it and gradually adapted to the loneliness of pioneers.

Although there were a lot of twists and turns in the second pioneering operation, but finally all members returned to the team, which made the instructor lose a chance to run a penalty lap.

……

"...If you want to reminisce about the past, you should find a corner to reminisce to your heart's content."

Ling Su leaned against the edge of the training ground, and interrupted weakly: "Do you have to project it to play a small movie?"

"No way, instructor, we can't solve the hint you gave us."

The general manager ran for more than a dozen laps before finally finding some sense, stopped in front of him, and tiptoed on the spot: "Otherwise, I'll forget it soon."

Ling Su didn't really want to think about shooting himself in the foot, so he had a headache: "Thank you."

The person in charge turned his head reflexively, and a group of people quickly got together: "The instructor said thank you..."

"It means thank you!" Ling Su jumped up, "Put away the notebook for me, and no one is allowed to look through it!"

Finally, when the familiar reprimand came, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, completely relieved, and quickly put away the open notebooks.

Ling Su no longer had the courage to look at Xiao Curly's expression, and under the scorching gaze, he swayed back and sat back with complicated emotions.

In fact, even he himself could not have imagined that in just three years, after several rotations of the top management of "Cocoon", it turned into such an outrageous situation that made people faintly worry.

"I'm here to go through the formalities for Zhuang Die. You can name him, but you must ensure absolute freedom and cancel the background monitoring and memory uploading of him."

Ling Su took a deep breath and rubbed his forehead: "My team members..."

He subconsciously glanced not far away, found no one, and sat up straight: "Where are my team members?"

"Over there... put the egg on the tip of the needle." The chief person in charge gestured towards the training ground, "We are almost tying our highest record."

In fact, they have been paying attention to Zhuang Die for a long time.

Not just on this training ground—although Ling Su promptly sealed D2's mouth, and deliberately blurred Zhuang Die's existence when writing the report.But the data can't be faked after all, and it didn't take long for the ridiculously high contribution value and abnormal upgrade speed to arouse the interest of the "Cocoon" headquarters.

According to their investigation, not long ago, Zhuang Die was just an ordinary young man who stayed at home after losing his job and often went to the sleep disorders department and various clinics to see a doctor.

"Since the registration of mission personnel, we have recorded all the lists of pioneers, cocoon breakers, temporary and direct mission personnel here, and we can confirm that Mr. Zhuang has never engaged in related types of work before."

The person in charge looked at Ling Su, his expression turned serious: "Captain Ling, your request is very reasonable, and we have no objection."

When not intentionally maintaining the cognition in consciousness and firmly remembering Ling Su's identity, those obviously extremely deep memories are like fine sand that cannot be grasped, quickly flowing into the depths of the subconscious.

When they looked at Ling Su, it was as if they were facing the leader of the lower-level team that they had just acquainted with.

A little disappointment flashed in the eyes of the person in charge, and he looked carefully at the instructor who had become unfamiliar for a while, and then said again: "We welcome Mr. Zhuang to be a member of us...but before that, you can ask what Mr. Zhuang is. person?"

Ling Su sat on the steps and tapped his knee twice with his fingers.

He didn't speak, but calmly met the head's gaze, and slightly tilted his head.

"We have doubts about the identity of Mr. Zhuang."

Seeing that Ling Su had no intention of answering, the chief person in charge was silent for a moment, and continued: "This kind of doubt has no basis, his information is very reasonable, and the standards are so high that we can't find any problems... But you have taught us that when everything When it makes perfect sense and all clues lead to the same standard answer, that answer is usually problematic."

Because a creature like a "human" can never really live in a completely standardized manner according to a predetermined trajectory.

Any inconspicuous change, a spur-of-the-moment idea, a whim plan, an accidental oversleep dream, may cause an almost invisible shift in the trajectory leading to the future.

And the results of these subtle offsets that are superimposed over and over again, usually have another name that is more common and easier to understand and accept.

——"uncontrollable fate".

"I also taught you that not every standard answer necessarily has a problem."

Ling Su said slowly: "Everyone has a secret. If this secret will not cause any hindrance, there is no need to pursue it."

When he said this, his tone was calm and gentle like chatting, but his eyes showed a little indifference.

At a certain moment, the people in charge who had been away from the training ground for many years due to the different speed of time seemed to see the mysterious young instructor again.

Sharp, cold, silent, like a living scalpel.

The person in charge was stunned for a few seconds before he broke free from the instinct of running circles reflected in the depths of his consciousness. He shook his head vigorously and forced himself back to his senses: "Don't worry."

"It is impossible for us to reject Mr. Zhuang's joining because the information and resume provided are too standard... This is too outrageous."

The general manager smiled helplessly. He could see that Ling Su's thoughts were not here at all, and looked back at Zhuang Die who had already challenged the unicycle event: "Anyway, instructor, we are very happy to see you again."

"Each of us owes you more than one life."

The person in charge looked at Ling Su seriously: "During that pioneering operation——"

"I should let you forget all of these by the way." Ling Su interrupted suddenly, raised his hand and rubbed his neck vigorously, "Are you going to trick me again later, ask me to check the timeline?"

The person in charge paused, and looked back at the others: "This is the third step, the second step is to give you a long-lost reunion hug..."

"Fast forward to the sixth step." Ling Su frowned, and waved his hand vigorously, "Dismiss."

This time, the psychological shadow and conditioned reflex left by his former instructor did not seem to be very useful.

After a while, the people in front of him were still poking and staring at him boldly.

Ling Su slightly raised his eyebrows, looked away, and scanned the group of people.

Everyone exchanged a few words in low voices, and the chief person in charge stepped forward and spoke on behalf of him: "We have discovered the pattern, instructor—you just look at Mr. Zhuang, and you won't be like you at that time."

During the pioneering operation, Ling Su rescued each of them more than once, but never said a word to them.

The person in charge saw the young instructor lose control for the first time, on the day when a pioneer fell into a certain dream forever, and his consciousness and dream completely merged into one.

S0 made every effort, but still failed to bring the pioneer back in time.

No training was arranged that day, and the chief person in charge was on duty in the monitoring room, watching him blankly bombard the closed fighting arena with mental power again and again until all the training equipment was crushed to pieces.

Later, the general manager gradually realized... Although their instructor is said to be one of the best young talents in the field of psychology, S0's performance seems to be a mess when it comes to experiencing and expressing emotions like a normal person .

So bad that he's actually not good at dealing with any kind of breakup.

After training, they haven't seen each other for a long time.Until now, everyone actually couldn't fully distinguish the specific changes of the devil instructor in this state.

He still has an unsmiling and stern posture, and he is still not used to any kind of normal emotional expression. When he occasionally lowers his gaze, he still looks like a cold scalpel trained for missions...

However, when looking at Zhuang Die, Ling Su seemed more alive.

That is a very special change that cannot be captured and detected by any instrument.It's just that at a certain moment, the originally static trajectory of fate began to flow slowly, and began to lead to a completely different future beyond the established plan.

In that layer of ice that was so cold that it was almost transparent, there were flames that they had never seen before.

"Because Mr. Zhuang is here, you won't beat us all up."

The chief person in charge used his authority to turn off the monitoring, and he persuaded Ling Su patiently: "It's just a lot of hugs from reunion after a long absence. Instructor, it's just to affect your image a little bit..."

Ling Su was silent for a few seconds, then got up decisively and ran away.

Zhuang Die left Ling Su and his team members the space to be alone, and was practicing riding a unicycle alone, when he suddenly felt the ground shaking, and when he looked up, he saw a group of people rushing forward.

He subconsciously squeezed the brake, and before he lost his balance, he was caught by Ling Su like a gust of wind.

"Little Curly, let's cooperate."

Ling Su carried him with one hand, stepped the wheelbarrow out of the afterimage, and left the group of people behind in a blink of an eye: "I'll count one, two, three."

"Instructor!" The general manager yelled while running, "This training ground cannot be retreated by force! The sleeping cabin is in locked mode, you can't get out!"

"It doesn't matter, we don't use the sleeping cabin."

Ling Su threw away the unicycle, he carried Zhuang Die neatly and jumped onto the training equipment, took two steps back, and gently placed the little curly hair by his side.

This training ground hasn't been changed much. Looking at it from here, it doesn't look much different from what I remember.

The simulated natural wind is neither hot nor cold, blowing people very comfortably, and the color of the grass matches the clouds in the distance just right.

He had never found any of this before.

Ling Su took a deep breath and exhaled, suddenly smiled.

Zhuang Die squatted beside him: "Captain?"

"It's okay..." Ling Su shook his head, "I just suddenly feel that it's good to be alive."

He held Zhuang Die in his arms, tried to find Zhuang Die's game helmet, and counted softly: "One, two, three."

The person in charge led everyone to rush to nothing.

The devil instructor who had saved them countless times, but always made them fearful and mournful, raised his head, embraced his partner in his arms, and sat on the usual training equipment with dangling legs. For the first time, the young brow showed Age-appropriate smile.

Ling Su and Zhuang Die took off each other's game helmets at the same time, and their figures disappeared into the training ground in an instant.