October 28, 2096, 4:55 am.
Ronan's consciousness emerged from the chaos, as if he was far away. Before you open your eyes, your six ears have already projected some effective information, which represents the beginning of a new day.
Sunday class schedule updates and adjustments, outing schedules, gear repair progress, grandfather's condition briefing, the latest battles on the "Logic World" debate in internal forums, etc.
The series of information that had been sorted out lit up one by one on the six-ear interface. Ronan's mind swept over and collected the information one by one. But he didn't read it carefully. He just stretched himself out on the bed and adjusted his posture slightly to make his body, which was lying straight, more relaxed.
At this time, he was lying on the bed, with his hands folded behind his head. As he bent his body, the back of his head and the palms of his hands rubbed together, making a rustling sound. The warmth from his palms passed through a thin layer of hair and rolled on his scalp. But it couldn't penetrate no matter what, but there was a slight coolness coming out from the inner layer of the scalp.
This feeling is very strange. The brain cavity is empty, as if all the brain tissue has melted away, leaving only the increasingly complete eyesight and the twisting and turning of external neurons, which seem to be separated by an invisible layer. The curtain no longer flickered with electric light like it did two days ago, but upon closer inspection, there was a stream of cool air passing through it.
In a daze, that area seemed to be sunken, and the bottom could not be explored, leading directly to another inexplicable dimension. At this time, there was a cold wind blowing up from inside, filling the whole head with coolness.
It's like a "hole" collapsed in my forehead
Ronan closed his eyes and grinned, his consciousness a little erratic. The cold air flow was like a long line, pulling in huge waves of gray-white clouds, rolling into the bottom of his brain and heart, stretching the thoughts that were originally confined to one place to accommodate them. A vast world that is truly imaginary and unpredictable.
He slowly opened his eyes.
The room was dark, with only the residual light from the street lights in the community shining through the window screens, giving the room a bit of brightness and vaguely depicting the outlines of various furnishings.
With Ronan's current level of eye acuity cultivation, he is already capable of night vision, and everything he sees can be seen. However, his vision has no focus, and the structural lines of the ceiling are not within the scope of his attention. He just stared for a while. The child was stunned, his eyes finally focused, he exerted strength on his waist and abdomen, and sat up.
This is my uncle's house, his bedroom. The venue was not spacious, but the bed was quite big. Ronan made do with it and put on a posture that tested flexibility on the bed. It was like yoga but not like yoga. Daoyin was not Daoyin. Anyway, it was just to relax his muscles and exercise his body. A person is just a deformed ball of flesh, tossing and turning from one end of the bed to the other.
There are only two things that remain unchanged during the process, one is the state of breathing and exhaling, the breath is lingering, whether it is alive or dead, and the other is the electric fire stimulated by the coupling between the eye orifices and external neurons, flickering and shining in the brain. Then he slashed down to the heart, and even to the tips of the hands and feet, causing the pores all over the body to open, causing numbness and sometimes severe pain, but the perception became more acute.
This morning exercise course lasted for forty minutes. Even though it was all bed exercises, in fact it touched most of the bones, muscles and muscles, so it was quite comprehensive. Not to mention that within the own order framework, the coupling force of the two sets of gears affects the whole body, which is both tempering and torture. The feeling is definitely not one of enjoyment.
By the time Ronan got out of bed, his body was already wet.
Of course, the bedding and other things were cleaned by a housekeeping robot. Ronan only went to the bathroom to take a shower. Looking at the mirror that was mostly covered by water steam, he saw his still only thin body and a pair of eyes covered with cracks. .
The slit in the pupil seems to be smaller than two days ago, but it still looks quite penetrating, and occasionally electric light flows. If you haven't said anything, you have to cover it up.
Ronan picked up the lens case at hand and put contact lenses in his eyes. The other functions of this thing are useless, but the effect of contact lenses is first-rate. When everything was ready and neatly dressed, Ronan returned to his normal appearance as a young student. Then he went downstairs and went out to start his regular morning long-distance run.
As soon as I ran out of the house, I heard the sound of whistling, which came through my six ears, followed by the temporary tactical position. Ronan went through the information in his mind, turned his head quickly, and saw a tall figure fifty meters away in the night, pointing his fingers at his head.
"Bang! It's better to slow down a bit." Baoyan grinned, showing his white teeth.
"Compared with sniping, are you sure?" Ronan also smiled, communicated with Baoyan through Liu Er, and ran over to meet him at the same time. Baoyan, who was dressed in sportswear, was also dressed like a morning jogger. The two were jogging side by side. Except for the large height difference, they were no different from other people exercising together.
The appearance of Baoyan outside Ronan's residence was certainly not a coincidence. According to the curriculum, now was the time for the rapid teaching of Baoyan's general instructions. And everyone also understands that this is one of the protective measures for Ronan.
Through the teaching format, it is ensured that there is always a capable person by his side, so that when emergencies occur, he can protect and coordinate operations, etc.
Perhaps, He Yueyin had such ideas and arrangements as early as when he compiled the training courses, and the actions of the group of people in the General Assembly only pushed this arrangement from implicit to explicit.
Ronan was noncommittal about this arrangement. He was more concerned about the safety of his grandfather, uncle, aunt and family than himself. At this point, the association has also made arrangements, but the effect has not yet been tested. Ronan would rather not test this for the rest of his life.
"Looking at the thread this morning, the big debate is getting more and more explosive. Most people are just messing around, but some people are talking quite interestingly. Didn't you post anonymously?" Baoyan and Ronan are friends who fight side by side. , very familiar, and different from the other lecturers. Before the lecture, I was chatting with Ronan about gossip, saying that it was a big debate in the "logic community" that had been very popular in the past two days.
Ronan thought about the information he received when he woke up in the morning and shrugged: "It's all a strategy. I think the effect is good."
More than half a month had passed since the night of Shuanghe Realm, and the discussion about President Ouyang Chen's "logic world" really became popular on the association's internal forum. It looks dull, but people who know it have a clear heart:
It's all hype!
The logic is probably this:
"Hey, have you heard about President Ouyang's logic world? A space fault creates a world of its own. That's awesome!"
"It's really awesome, but this thing is too high-end and we can't understand it."
"You haven't read the forum? A bunch of people are interpreting it there. They all speak so eloquently, as if they are all extraordinary species. But, no, you replied!"
"You Lao?"
"Yes, I seem to agree with the poster's statement. However, the poster also heard someone mention it. He said it casually, and it was a bit roundabout. His Majesty, Emperor Wu, didn't agree with it."
"Hey, can this person reply too?"
"It was a shock, and the two of them didn't say anything anymore, but the people below were making a huge noise. They talked about tens of thousands of things and they still haven't stopped. They are all clamoring for President Ouyang to explain himself."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you have to take a look!"
Just like this, it was like talking about cross talk, which was too fake, but it couldn't stand up to the authoritative effect of You Lao and His Majesty Wu Emperor, as well as the sense of expectation for Ouyang Chen to teach and explain in person. In just a dozen hours, relevant posts flooded the screen, full of words such as "Support You Lao", "Long live the Emperor Wu", "Better greetings to You Lao", "His Majesty the Emperor Wu competes at the top" and the like.
Of course, Ouyang Chen, the instigator, would not be spared by a group of extremely bored people, who posted messages like a carnival:
"President Ouyang is out to pick up the guests!"
"We are already outside the laboratory door. Who dares to knock on the door?"
"Seeing is believing, hearing is believing, bragging will be criticized, and strongly demanding another fireworks display, ah no, the world of logic!"
Most of the people who leave messages like this are from the Xiacheng branch circle. After His Majesty the Emperor Wu successfully entered the ranks of extraordinary beings, Xia City's "Iron Triangle" became more and more famous, and all the branch members were honored. Therefore, most people followed, not so much as a debate, but as a sign of closeness, which increased the centripetal force of the Xiacheng branch.
In the eyes of some caring people, the post has another meaning: It seems that the Xiacheng Branch no longer wants to cover up the truth about the Shuanghe Realm incident and wants to make it public to the world? Otherwise, what kind of logic is this?
So soon, other cities that had set up Lingbo network also joined in. Most of these followers are high-end people. They don't pay homage to the "Iron Triangle", and they are too lazy to leave a message in the post that went off topic early. But they swipe it twice from time to time to see if Ouyang Chen will follow. Can you speak and will you reveal valid information?
And this is the effect that "hype" aims to achieve: to draw the attention of those who are interested to the side of the "iron triangle" and not just rely on Ronan to talk about things.
These are the three big guys from the Xiacheng branch, diverting the pressure from Ronan, which can also be regarded as a patch for the unexpected events of the past two days.
Ronan accepted this calmly, because this is what he deserves. But then again, whether this diversion method can be effective is still a matter of debate. Ronan can't put all his hopes on it, and he can only pay a general attention to it.
Besides, there are tens of thousands of floors and a lot of long speeches, all mixed together to confuse, inflate, and inflame the atmosphere. It will make you dizzy just looking at it, so it is better to stay away from it.
However, Ronan was also surprised by Baoyan's attitude: "Aren't you the most annoyed by this kind of pure talk? Can you continue to watch?"
"Why can't you watch it? It's so eye-catching!"
Baoyan gave a thumbs up: "His Majesty Emperor Wu is really cool this time. All kinds of private photos are so beautiful. There are also a bunch of young girls from her office who are queuing up to take photos together. We haven't seen them in ten years! Hurry up and save them. , remember not to save it on Lingbo Online, otherwise His Majesty will be in a bad mood and finish all his collections!"
"Okay, Ronan now understands why the post exploded in popularity.
But then again, His Majesty the Emperor Wu, he had heard of this legendary woman for a long time, but he was only acquainted with her. He was also curious about what kind of person could control Zhang Yingying's temperament into submission.
As soon as the thought came to Ronan, he wanted to observe it, but as soon as he opened the page from Liuer, Baoyan screamed: "Holy crap, my cloud disk!"
A belated update on the first day of the new year. Happy New Year to everyone. Today I have to wait until I get back from my old Yue’s house, so you know.
