don't open your eyes [unlimited]

The sharp toothed blades rotated at high speed and produced afterimages. Accompanied by the deafening buzzing sound, the huge steel wreckage that was smashed across the face was cut apart in a flash.

It took Zero a while to recognize what appeared to be a recently broken Gundam.

In the sky full of smoke and dust, Xiao Curly is holding a chainsaw that is as tall as a person with one arm, looking back at him: "Captain?"

"..." No. [-] nodded, and calmly put away the gun.

Number Zero completed the third item in the letter to his future self.

Once there is danger, you must immediately take a super decisive and sharp shot, otherwise you may lose all opportunities to play cool. [three key asterisks]

……

Under the guidance, demonstration and introduction of the little curly assistant, No. [-] has a preliminary understanding of his current work content.

This shapeless ruin was indeed their teaching site.

The ones who played tricks on them just now were the students who were in the middle class of kindergarten.

At this time, the conscious experience is extremely lively, jumping up and down all day long, no teacher is willing to take care of it, and so far only the curly-haired teaching assistant with the best temper is in charge temporarily.

"Don't make trouble."

The little curly-haired assistant clapped his hands twice: "This is the new teacher, you should call him captain."

While talking, he distractedly took out the baseball bat, and swung back the two flying pieces that were spinning at high speed.

"Clean up your clothes, stop chasing wild boars, put back your spears, and take a nap later."

The young teaching assistant raised one hand, set up the awning and looked into the distance: "Don't run after other children..."

A helicopter suddenly exploded into fireworks in mid-air.

The wreckage of the helicopter flew over with black smoke, and the little curly hair was educating the two fighting consciousness bodies. When he realized that it was too late, he was about to roll and dodge on the spot, but the number zero behind him had already raised his hand and raised his gun.

The core of the wreckage was hit precisely by the bullet, and with a "bang", it turned into a frightened reed chicken flapping its wings and shedding its feathers in mid-air.

The messy scene was suddenly quiet for a moment.

Zero raised the gun in his hand, lowered his head and blew away the faint blue smoke from the muzzle.

Although there is no way to clearly and clearly distinguish these consciousnesses that are integrated with the environment like the little curly-haired assistant teacher for the time being, he can still notice that more than a dozen "lines of sight" quickly turned around.

Zero accurately found those blind spots, turned sideways without any trace, and blinked with the young assistant teacher.

The little curly hair knew that the captain must be super powerful, met the other party's eyes, immediately pursed the corners of his mouth knowingly, and pretended to stand aside with his head bowed and his hands behind his back.

Zero stood in silence for a while.

He lowered his eyes, casually weighed the gun twice, and suddenly raised his hand to shoot without looking at it.

The conscious body was constantly being pulled out mercilessly, and they straightened their clothes in dejection, and stood behind the little curly-haired teaching assistant.

Zero emptied the magazine in one breath, and watched the last conscious body riding a reed chicken float out listlessly.

Holding the gun, No. [-] pulled the empty trigger slowly, and tilted his head slightly.

His voice was light and ethereal: "The teaching assistant said stop making trouble, are you deaf?"

The juvenile conscious bodies who were chasing after each other in a mess just now all hid behind the teaching assistants, obediently lowered their heads, and obediently pricked up their ears.

Zero went over to check one by one, and picked out the two dirty ones: "The clothes are dirty, will you wash them yourself?"

"Captain." Little Curly raised his hand quietly and mouthed to him, "This is the content of the big class..."

Zero quickly blinked at him twice.

The little curly is obviously very fast on the road.

After only a half-sentence reminder, the young teaching assistant quickly adjusted his mentality, stopped talking, opened his notebook, and concentrated on recording the teaching methods.

Waiting until the two juvenile conscious bodies nodded obediently, Number Zero turned around and brought out the others: "Will you still ambush the teaching assistants in the future?"

The ones he picked up were the most mischievous and destructive conscious bodies in the place. The crashed helicopter that suddenly attacked Little Curly just now was made by them.

Number Zero raised his hand and turned his head back one by one, not allowing them to secretly glance at the little curly-haired assistant teacher.

It’s just that as a kindergarten teacher, the educational method is actually not difficult to find out—although these “children” have already learned all the content from elementary school to university and even graduate and doctoral fields, they can pick up helicopters with bare hands, and they can break up Gundams and throw them everywhere... …But this is still a place called Kindergarten after all.

In particular, the young curly-haired teaching assistant has a good temper and is gentle and easy-going.

Because it is too easy to get along well with the children, it loses its majesty. Once these conscious bodies get too excited, it is difficult to control the situation.

...If it was before, there is actually no problem with this situation.

Zero looked at the scorched bunch of curly hair, and frowned slightly without any trace.

Just like when he moves a little bit now, he can actually feel the frozen ice crystals in his body... The little curly hair's consciousness seems to have been partially affected by the real world, and there have been some changes that are different from the realm of the dead.

These attacks are just a joke to the "kids", but to the young teaching assistants, they are already dangerous.

What does this change mean?

Little curly hair already has a part of "self", and this part of self has been pulled into the track of the real world on the other side by him... Is this right?

……

Number Zero temporarily suppressed more thoughts, and withdrew his mind along with his gaze.

The juvenile conscious bodies that got into trouble couldn’t find the support of the teaching assistants, you squeezed me, I squeezed you into a small ball, completely behaved in front of the super strict new teacher, made a promise with sobs, and accepted it with tears [-]-word check penalty.

With two merciless killing sticks, the remaining juvenile conscious bodies didn't dare to make trouble at all, and lined up hand in hand to take a nap.

Number Zero raised his head from his deep contemplation, and met a bright staring stare at him.

Zero was a little dumb, and put away the gun: "You don't need to learn from me... It's enough for me to kill them, and you'll just be the same as before."

He was responsible for training those pioneer students in the real world, and it was originally the same logic.

His timeline is not consistent with anyone else, he does not belong to the second generation cocoon three years later, nor does he belong to the realm of the dead—because he is destined to not be able to integrate into any place, so there is no need to bother thinking about the skills of getting along with people.

Number Zero raised his hand and gently stroked those curly hair twice: "Don't follow me."

"Captain." The young teaching assistant memorized the last few words and put away his notebook, "Will you always help me?"

Zero didn't answer right away.

He lightened his strength and touched the scorched curly hair: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt...a little bit, but it doesn't hurt too much."

The little curly hair couldn't help taking a breath, and then he realized that he was injured, and raised his hand to touch it.

He is very unfamiliar with "injury" - the consciousness of the realm of the dead has no self-concept, so it doesn't actually have a fixed form... If irreparable damage occurs, just break it up and reorganize it.

The reorganized consciousness is both the original individual and a new individual.The surviving memories are stored in the form of information, passed down from generation to generation, shared with each other, and there are no secrets between each other.

Because of the ego, it hurts; because it hurts, it hurts.

...it was a very novel experience.

"I don't think it's a bad thing." The little curly hair flicked his hair twice, hiding the burnt short hair, "Ego is very necessary."

Number Zero is dumbfounded: "What is the need?"

"The way we crack the dream domain is to synchronize ourselves with the dream owner."

Little curly hair explained: "We completely simulate the action logic and thinking mode of the dream owner - at that moment we will completely become each other, so we know how to unlock the dream domain as soon as we think about it."

"In this dream, we become the dreamer of this dream, and in the next dream, we become another person."

"We can experience a lot of different feelings, explore a lot of different trajectories. I don't know how to describe that feeling, but..."

The young pioneer paused for a while, then raised his gaze: "But it wasn't until there was a real concept of 'I' that all the experiences and experiences that existed before suddenly began to become vivid and interesting."

"My 'self' comes from you, and logically, you should give me a name."

Little Curly looked at him seriously: "When I tried to enter the three characters of Little Curly, it was judged as a 'nickname or nickname'.

"..." Zero coughed lightly: "Blame me."

He raised a hand, and earnestly ensured that he must search through the books and give the other party the best name, and only then did he restore the smile on that rather serious face.

The teaching site has started a new round of renovation, and those ruins have been automatically restored and restored, waiting for the afternoon class.

The little curly hair planned to drag him to take a nap too, yawned, and tugged on the cuff of size zero: "Captain, is there anything we haven't discussed?"

"There is one."

Zero looked at him: "If you have yourself, you will be injured, and if you are injured, it will hurt."

Zero said: "This is also the change I brought to you."

The little curly hair blinked and stopped.

He was still waiting for the next content, and it took him a while to realize that this was what the other party said was "not discussed".

——Because of the arrival of the other party, he has his own self, and has a brand-new track that meets reality. At the same time, because he participates in the other party's track, he has more possibilities to encounter danger, injury, illness, pain and sadness.

"It doesn't matter, I decided to define them all as a moment."

The little curly turned around suddenly: "If you are really sorry, you always feel that a moment is too long... You can also add a little punishment."

"What punishment?" Zero stopped.

The young teaching assistant opened his notebook and reviewed the teaching content he had just learned from the beginning to the end.

He knocked on the last one, turned around to show the other party: "This is it."

"I'm not afraid of getting hurt or hurting. It's my own decision to participate in your future."

"Before our trajectories officially meet, if this matter really bothers you so much that you can't sleep."

Little Curly put his hands behind his back solemnly, and lowered his eyes slightly: "I'll punish you for writing a lot of inspections."