Song Qinglan had never seen Ji Yushi in the next few days.

Duan Wen said that Ji Yushi would go to the class where new students were trained these mornings, and in the afternoon they would train in the personal training room. The time schedule was full of every day. Minister Wang visited him once and praised him well.

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

Minister Wang called Song Qinglan to sound the alarm: "Xiao Ji is diligent and smart. When the task is done, you have to pay attention to teamwork. After that, they are rated two-star, and they will be promoted to one star after the task is done. Don't think that I don't know that you plan to treat them as vases."

Song Qinglan pretended to be confused with understanding: "How could such a thing happen?"

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

Two days before the mission, everyone would conduct team training as usual. Song Qinglan asked everyone to gather and found that Ji Yu was missing: "Old Duan, have you notified him?"

"I thought Li Chun told him yesterday."

"Damn, why did I tell him? I haven't met him at all!"

"Okay, I guess I'm going to attend the class again."

"Tang Qi, you organize the training."

Song Qinglan was going to find someone in person so as not to let Director Wang give him any big hats.

Walking out of the training ground, Song Qinglan headed straight to the new student camp.

As the youngest captain, the first fighting class for these new students to enter the sky was Song Qinglan. Song Qinglan's close-fitting fighting skills made those students who came from famous schools and had a high opinion of themselves more honest and were beaten to obey. Therefore, as soon as Song Qinglan showed up outside the window, some people who were wandering hair stood up.

The special tour guide of Tianqiong was taking professional courses. During the slight commotion, Song Qinglan quickly discovered the person he was looking for.

Sitting by the window during the rain.

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

The tour guide on the stage manipulated the hologram and drew a colorful arc of light. It started from nowhere and entered nothingness at the end.

Some students exclaimed in a low voice.

Ji Yushi lowered his head and seemed not to notice the wonderful demonstration.

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

"The past is unchangeable - a person cannot travel back to the past and kill his grandfather. We understand the grandfather paradox. Russian scientist Novikov also proposed the principle of self-consistent, meaning that even if people can go back to the past, they cannot change the course of history. Because simply put, our present is the final outcome that has been changed countless times."

The light flashed and flowed in the air.

The tour guide continued: "What about the future? More than 20 years ago, our scientific team invented the sky. They discovered that time is not just a line."

As the tour guide waved his hand, the arc light in the air changed.

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

"The powerful computing power of the sky can calculate countless futures through our present. Its appearance has allowed humans to know the existence of the future parallel world for the first time. In the twenty years since the establishment of the Sky System, countries around the world have successfully stopped 1,771 possible terrorist attacks, 542 violent movements, 6 wars, and three large-scale natural disasters have been successfully prevented."

...

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

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

What is the "diligence and intelligence" mentioned by Minister Wang?

The diligent and smart consultant Ji is concentrating on... playing with a black and white screen handheld machine that was popular in the last century.

Under his familiar operation, Tetris kept changing directions, falling at an extremely fast speed, merged and eliminated, four lines...five elements...even six and seven lines, the fractions continued to soar. The squares could be embedded in the right position in an incredible way every time, making people feel that the game was about to end in the next second.

It is undeniable that Ji Yushi is a master of Tetris. He searched all over the sky and might not find a second person who could play better than him.

Because I lowered my head, the cervical vertebrae of the back of the cervical vertebrae was slightly raised during the rainy season, and the thin shoulder lines were visible at a glance.

He looked very focused, his slender eyelashes were drooping, his side face looked quiet, his fingers were slender, his nails were short and clean, just like the feeling he gave people - he had never suffered any hardship.

Song Qinglan thought, maybe they didn't plan to endure hardships.

*

The afternoon before the mission began, everyone gathered to hold a mission meeting.

Just like every mission meeting in the past, the giant screen displays a destination map with several marks attached.

The Third Command Center of the Sky Headquarters was in charge of this mission dispatch. There were 30 or 40 people sitting in the conference room. Except for the seventh team, they were all internal staff members who served the mission. The task commander-in-chief on the stage was explaining the mission, and even Minister Wang was sitting in the audience.

"A month ago, Tianqiong calculated that the population amplitude of Xijing in Xingyuan in 1460 suddenly changed drastically, and a decrease of up to 3% occurred during this period."

The commander-in-chief enlarged the map and pointed to the flashing red dot area in the map.

"According to the calculation chart, after eliminating energy factors such as natural disasters, explosion-explosion, Tianqiong defines this mission as a possible biochemical terrorist attack, and the mission level is level A."

"Biochemical terrorist-attack?"

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

"Little case!"

"I'll apply." Song Qinglan sat at the oblique corner, with red dots reflected in the sharp ink pupils. "After successfully completing this A-level task, I apply for an S-level task."

As soon as he finished speaking, the whispers in the conference room spread.

As we all know, the rating score of an S-level task is equivalent to five A-level tasks.

The successful completion of up to twelve A-level tasks made Team Seven become known in the sky just two years after its establishment, and rushed into the front row of the most valuable team like a dark horse. However, the fact that they had never performed S-level tasks made them unable to squeeze into the top three, and were completely crushed by the top three teams with super high scores and could not get up.

Therefore, Team Seven has always been eager for S-level missions.

Ji Yushi heard about this.

He sat with his teammates and could clearly see Song Qinglan's appearance. The arrogance, conceit and desire to win were expressed clearly in Song Qinglan's tone.

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

Song Qinglan has heard this set of rhetoric many times.

He sat coldly, with no expression.

It makes people wonder that if, after years of obeying the so-called arrangement, this unruly new star will explode sooner or later.

There is another strategic meeting to be held at the end of the conference, and Song Qinglan talked with Minister Wang and other direct leaders for two hours alone.

When he came out, all his teammates changed into casual clothes and were waiting for him.

"Call the new one." Song Qinglan said casually.

The night before the mission, the whole team went to eat hot pot together, "eat a good meal before you get on the road", which is the routine of the team.

"I called it. Consultant Ji said he wouldn't go."

“The person is still in the training room.”

Song Qinglan remembered the scene of the man playing Tetris in a professional class and felt a little fun.

He ordered everyone to go first to occupy a place.

There are hundreds of private training rooms in the huge training ground, Team 7 has its own fixed number, Song Qinglan has permission, and it takes almost no effort to find the person she is looking for.

Ji Yushi had just finished training.

He just got off the simulator and was covered in sweat. The collar of the gray T-shirt was soaked. His two robotic arms were around him, one handing the towel and the other handing the pure water.

Ji Yushi took water and unexpectedly saw Song Qinglan appearing: "Captain Song?"

Song Qinglan stood at the door, hugging her arms leisurely, as if waiting for a reasonable explanation.

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

Ji Yushi took a sip of water, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were covered with sweat, and his beautiful facial features were steaming.

Although they were all men, Song Qinglan suddenly felt a little strange, as if... it was a very far-reaching thing for him to appear in the training room of his teammates, and he should avoid suspicion.

Ji Yushi replied: "Sorry, I made an appointment in advance to answer the video call in the evening."

Song Qinglan: "Can't you answer later?"

Ji Yushi took a towel to wipe his sweat: "It's too clingy and you'll get angry."

What this sentence points out, reminding Song Qinglan of a key point, and also realizing why she feels that she should avoid suspicion.

He raised his eyebrows: "There are people in the family?"

The robotic arm had already obediently put away the towel and walked away.

But another drop of sweat slid down Ji Yushi's forehead. He subconsciously grabbed the hem of his clothes and wiped away the sweat with his 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 so white that it seemed to be unbearable to hold it. During the movement, a round belly was faintly visible on the waist of the pants.

Song Qinglan looked away.

"Captain Song, do you mind?" Ji Yushi obviously understood the contradiction better than him, but his words and deeds were very natural. "Does the training room I have been to need disinfection?"

Ji Yushi also heard about the severity of Song Qinglan's homophobia.

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

Song Qinglan didn't take such a provocation seriously.

Song Qinglan told her true purpose of coming to the training room, but it was not much harsh than she thought: "I want to tell you that many people want to mix a level A task to complete the upgrade rating. They will soon find that they are thinking too much because the level A task is many times more dangerous than they imagined. If Consul Ji, you still care about the people around you, it is not too late to withdraw now, I will arrange for you to go back to Ningcheng."

Ji Yushi seemed to have not heard the sarcasm: "But for me, it's too late to quit now."

The atmosphere was tense.

Song Qinglan suddenly smiled: "Okay, then I only have one requirement for you."

Ji Yushi looked very calm and only met his eyes.
Chapter completed!