don't open your eyes [unlimited]

In this way, the kindergarten has a super strict new teacher.

As long as the new captain teacher is here, the classroom discipline will be extremely strict. The first rule is that no one is allowed to tease or bully the teaching assistants.

In addition to this one, I have to do my own laundry every day, go to bed and take a lunch break, and clean up the messy room by myself. No one is allowed to be lazy and ask the teaching assistant for help.

If someone is disobedient and messing around, and is frightened by the little curly-haired assistant making super fierce faces, they must immediately crawl back into the quilt in fear and sleep obediently.

The three most mischievous consciousnesses were always unconvinced, and were punished with endless inspections. They wiped their tears and carried their burdens, and prepared to travel across the ocean to venture into the real world.

They stuffed miniature Gundams in the quilt, and finally fooled the assistant teacher's eyes, bypassing the traps and traps set by the new teacher.As soon as he got out of the kindergarten wall, he was blocked by the new teacher who was hiding under the wall and smoking.

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Number Zero took the time to return to reality, went on a few more missions, and added some new injuries.He covered the too conspicuous bloodstains with his forehead hair, and covered his arms tightly with a long-sleeved shirt, putting his hands in his pockets.

He seemed to be resting, but he didn't know why he didn't go to the teaching area or go home. He just sat in a daze, with a cigarette between his pale fingers.

Hearing the movement, he quickly extinguished the cigarette, raised his gaze and scanned over.

The three juvenile conscious bodies who had just turned over from the fence were carrying small bundles, stuck together, and immediately formed into a ball.

Zero strictly abided by the little curly-haired teaching assistant's rules of "do not spoil children" and "smoking is harmful to health", hid the extinguished cigarette, took apart a lollipop and put it in his mouth: "Want to go out?"

The three consciousnesses stacked each other on top of each other, pretending that nothing happened, grabbed the fence and turned back with their hands and feet.

"It's too slow."

Zero rubbed his neck casually, biting the lollipop stick, and took out a stopwatch out of nowhere: "Three, four, five..."

In the realm of the dead, only the time flow near the beach is consistent with reality. There is no real concept of time inside the glacier, but there is still some inside these young conscious bodies.

They come from the subconscious ocean, and they naturally have a timeline in their bodies, so there is a definition from "childhood" to "adulthood".

In order for these little ones to adapt and understand all this as soon as possible, the kindergarten also simulated the linear one-way flow mode of time.

Number zero counted to seven, saw the last conscious body rolling over the fence, and put away the stopwatch.

... Calculated according to the curriculum, he has been in this kindergarten for three months.

These times are not included in the flow of the real world, as long as he finds a corner and closes his eyes, he can find time to go home.

If it wasn't for staying here for too long, his consciousness would be completely assimilated... In fact, he could get acquainted with the little curly-haired teacher a little faster.

Zero nibbled on the lollipop, carefully planned for a while how to invite the teaching assistant to his office, and couldn't help but lift the corner of his mouth.

He didn't light another cigarette, but fiddled with the lighter with one hand for a while, then closed his eyes and tried again.

Injuries to the conscious body are not so easy to heal. Sometimes it looks like healed, but in fact there are hidden injuries dormant, and maybe they will come out to make trouble at any time.

This situation is actually very easy to understand.

For example, a person encounters something extremely painful or frightening, and suffers a trauma that cannot be dealt with by himself... Although it seems that everything can be healed by time, as long as a person encounters a similar situation, the feelings at that time can still be felt. It pops out clearly in an instant.

In this kind of matter, whether a person's will is strong and whether his psychological endurance is sufficient, although there is a certain influence, it is by no means the most important determining factor.

Reality and accidents are always the most powerful force majeure. If you have never experienced this kind of experience, you are definitely very lucky.

Of course, No. [-]'s luck can't be so good-not to mention that as his graduation time approaches, the so-called "training" intensity of the first generation of cocoons continues unabated, and the dream realms that he needs to deal with are becoming more and more dangerous. .

He was not in a hurry to go home this time because he entered a dream full of negative emotional shadows.Although it was resolved smoothly in the end, it was still somewhat eroded by shadows.

After returning home, Zero also concluded some new treatments that had never been tried before.

He relaxed his body, adjusted his posture and leaned back as comfortably as possible. He turned the lighter into a recording pen by turning it twice in the palm of his hand.

This is the key to their house, because the little curly-haired teacher usually doesn't walk through the door when he comes home, so he always keeps it with him.

In order to completely prevent being searched by the first cocoon, No. [-] specially added two layers of cover-up.

Anyone looking at it is a lighter, or the most common recording pen, and any tasker will always carry the kind... Only when the correct code is given, can the real content inside be heard.

Number zero faced the recorder and patiently counted a thousand sheep

This is the secret signal he set, and it is also the easiest and easiest way to clear the brain, focusing on the numbers that can be followed regularly-chewing things is said to have a similar effect.

Completing the action of "chewing" requires the cooperation of the mouth, tongue, and teeth, which coincide with the parts used when speaking, which occupies and inhibits the sound memory of the brain, which is why it is best not to chew gum when reciting things.

A thousand sheep mightily occupied his mind, and Number Zero still had his eyes closed, fumbling to put on the earphones, letting himself sink into the soft little curls like clouds.

In his own memory, No.90 reviewed their living room seven times.

The very spacious living room has a whole wall of bookshelves, coffee table, TV, and mighty slippers.

There are ultra-luxury, exquisite and shiny chandeliers that don't belong to his aesthetic style, and in reality, you probably have to worry about whether they will fall off.

There is a bathtub with [-] robotic arms that is enthusiastically inviting guests to take a bath.

He fell into a stereotyped thinking, studied a plain full-length mirror for a long time, and decided to name it "a mirror that can never lose in boxing guessing".

The night market in the Realm of the Dead is very bustling, and it's right next to the beach.There are not only delicious snacks, but also many unique grocery stores.

Because the shopkeepers come from different eras, next to a Renaissance oil painting may be authentic calligraphy by famous masters... If you have this need, you can also find a tattoo shop and have a miniature version of a thousand miles of rivers and mountains tattooed on your arm.

Little curly likes to drag him to hang out in that street, and found a very beautiful vinyl record player, which made the study a very comfortable retro style.

He is not very good at decoration, but just blindly followed the little curly teacher, and made his own study similarly, and added a thick pile carpet that feels very similar to the little curly hair in a flash of inspiration.

They also set up a miniature shooting range in the living room. He taught Little Curly how to use a gun, and as long as he could hit the bull's-eye, he could draw a lottery... He also found a piggy bank that was picking up money from his drawer.

After properly modifying the cognition, the piggy bank has completely accepted the setting of "the book has its own golden house", and all the written paper can be stuffed into it, turning it into a very useful wastebasket.

They also took in a furious trash can in the night market who wore reading glasses all day long and chased people around to care for the environment. By chance, they bought a very grumpy night light with a sense of presence.

When he is free, he will also take advantage of the little curly hair assistant to teach the children, and sneak away to learn how to cook from other food stalls.

After all, it is the land of the dead, and the food stalls in the night market are also hiding dragons and crouching tigers.The stall owners who sell candied haws and ice cream may be chefs in five-star hotels. Occasionally, to pass the time, they will make Buddha jumping over the wall and boiled cabbage.

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Number Zero listened intently to the sound in the earphones.

Those voices are actually very ordinary, just walking around, turning the pages and writing notes on the paper with the nib... They usually don't work in the study.

When they got home from get off work, they would come to the living room at the same time, and each find a place—preferably one where they could see each other as soon as they looked up.

Curly curled up in a corner of the sofa, holding a notebook and concentrating on writing lesson plans, while he sat by the window and wrote a diary.

He usually doesn't write assignment summaries at home.There is no particular reason, but the more I get used to the technological level of the realm of the dead, the more anxious I am to return to reality... The more I can't help but demand more stringently on those pioneer students and the "cocoon" in reality.

Although they knew that the technological level of the two sides could never be equal, neither the first-generation cocoon nor the second-generation cocoon three years later were enough to cope with the rising tide.

Chairman Yan got one thing completely wrong.

Of course, the other side of the world cannot be chosen as a place to escape.

That world is the shadow of the real world, and the situation there is completely determined by the trajectory of the real world.

If you insist on making an analogy, comparing the "world" itself to a giant ship, then the world made up of cognition on the other side is like a mirage projected by the giant ship, and the residents of the realm of the dead live in the mirage.

If the giant ship is swallowed by the sea, the mirage will also dissipate.

Only by letting the only trajectory in the real world continue to extend indefinitely, can everything exist stably.Once the trajectory of reality goes wrong...

The unprecedented violent shaking caused Zero to open his eyes.

He quickly put away the recording pen and earphones, and subconsciously wanted to jump up while supporting the ground, but ignored his current state.

The sharp pain in his arm came to his consciousness instantly, causing him to turn off the light before his eyes without warning, and his body swayed involuntarily.

A hand reached out and held him firmly in time.

The little curly hair squatted beside him, waiting to pick him up and go home. He didn't know how long he had been waiting.

The young pioneer from the other side looked serious. He met Zero's sight and stood firm while holding him while avoiding the wound.

"Maybe there is no way to go home first, Captain... I will advance our future a little bit."

Little Curly stood on tiptoe, covering his eyes with one hand.

Some kind of extra soft touch that he had never experienced before fell on the wound of his eyebrow arch like raindrops.

The warm rain ran over his arms and ran down his palms.

Number Zero shivered slightly.

He didn't know what kind of future it would be, to have this kind of power that could almost reverse everything.

The lingering pain was completely dissipated, all the shadows that had infiltrated into consciousness were swept away, the almost piercing wound healed in an instant, leaving only an inconspicuous faint scar.

The little curly hair was pulled back slightly, and there was still a faint warmth in the base of the ears.

Those beautiful eyes drooped quietly, and the slightly trembling eyelashes closed the countless flowing tracks... When he raised his gaze again, the pupils had been covered by the hard and clear thin ice again.

After three months of personal teaching, the best pioneers in the realm of the dead have made far greater progress than the kindergarten children.

That increasingly mature cocoon now has countless traces about number zero and reality.

Those shiny silver threads are tightly intertwined, just waiting for the moment when the consciousness wrapped in them breaks out of the cocoon and absorbs all the information and knowledge.

The young pioneer held a gun in one hand, and he seemed to be concentrating on receiving some information, with a transparent glacier-like luster flashing in his eyes.

"There's a track that's hit the beach, Captain, and we've got to figure out how to turn it into a dream."

Little Curly held his hand: "The sea water flooded the glacier."