Chapter 90: The Spiral of Contradictions
【7:00】
Soft music sounded.
Woken up by the alarm clock, Jiang Chen rubbed his sleepy eyes and got up from the bed. Yesterday he slept on his stomach and didn't change his clothes, so he woke up a little uncomfortable in the morning.
After a brief wash, he habitually touched his chin that had not grown a beard, and then left the bathroom.
Put on clean clothes, sneakers, and lace up.
Jiang Chen was about to go out, but suddenly remembered that he still had something to take, so he returned to the bedroom.
Open the drawer, and there are two movie tickets lying inside, and the movie is released tomorrow. Tomorrow is the celebration of PAC's founding holiday, which is a public holiday.
It's also a great opportunity for a date.
Jiang Chen took two deep breaths and hurriedly grabbed the movie ticket. has postponed the matter of inviting the goddess to watch a movie together to this last day, and if it drags on any longer, I'm afraid I won't have the courage in this life.
The movie ticket was given to him by his best friend Zhao Peng, saying something like "Don't chase it again, don't be soaked away to see where you cry", and then urged Jiang Chen to quickly muster up the courage to pursue Tao Tingting.
Zhao Peng, this kid, although he usually jumps, is quite interesting at the critical moment.
Thinking of this, Jiang Chen couldn't help but show a slight smile on his face. For this buddy who has been fighting with him since he was a child, the relationship between the two has always been very good.
Speaking of which, when did you first meet Zhao Peng?
He hesitated slightly, but soon he put the boring question behind him.
Forget it, it's nothing if you can't remember it, anyway, I guess it was all when I was a child.
Jiang Chen closed the security door behind him and walked downstairs.
The air is clear in Wanghai City, and although the shield-like dome in the air is a bit of an eyesore, it is the shield that protects the city from space-based weapons such as HPMW, the Holy Shield System. The international situation is becoming more and more tense, and the friction between NATO and PAC is intensifying, even in a city that has never suffered from war. It is also overshadowed by war.
But so what? Life goes on, just like Jiang Chen is going to school now, and his neighbor is going to work. It is believed that both sides will eventually calm down, as was the case with friction many years ago. Resources are strained. Geopolitical ZZ crisis, but always find a way to solve the problem, isn't it?
After greeting the neighbor's uncle, Jiang Chen yawned and went downstairs.
At the door is a cleaning robot, which he can see every day when he goes downstairs.
Somewhat abruptly, when Jiang Chen stepped on the road with one foot, the robot suddenly looked at him.
Jiang Chen glanced at the robot in confusion. It stands to reason that such robots without artificial intelligence will not be interested in anything other than garbage.
Are you treating me like garbage, this guy
Of course, although he complained in his heart, Jiang Chen was not bored enough to compete with a cold machine. Pouting, Jiang Chen prepared to bypass it.
Suddenly, creepy delusions crept into my mind.
Jiang Chen turned sideways and secretly glanced at the robot, but he didn't expect that the robot's eyes had been following him.
Look him straight in the eye.
Round lamp-shaped eyes, blank expressions, cold and stiff gaze.
Suddenly, the robot looks in a certain direction. Then it seemed to stop moving.
"Hell yes. ”
Jiang Chen wiped his forehead, glanced at the robot with disgust, and walked away quickly.
He was actually frightened by a cleaning robot? If Zhao Peng's kid knew, he wouldn't be killed by him.
But what is that delusion?
Jiang Chen frowned in confusion. He didn't understand why he felt flustered the moment he met it.
When he came to the school, it was almost time for class, so Jiang Chen hurriedly ran to his seat and sat down.
High school life is busy, even though he is only a freshman in high school, he has to deal with six classes at the same time, and he seems to have misremembered. It should be five.
Jiang Chen took out the terminal for class from his bag, which was a pen-shaped holographic computer.
All classes can be conducted on the terminal, both for homework and courseware for classes. I've heard that there is a virtual reality teaching system where you can learn things just by lying in, but it's forbidden to use it for students below high school.
The reason seems to be to prevent people from falling into the bad habit of laziness as a result, to prevent the weakening of people's social skills?
I don't understand. There are convenient ways to use it. But it has to be restricted. Yet no matter how much he mentally rejected the education system, he still had to learn this lesson. Who wants him to be here?
"Hanhan, have you watched yesterday's episode?" The girl named Chen Yuchen with a ponytail was the representative of the Chinese class, and her tablemate was called Qian Han. The two of them are simply living treasures in the class, how can I say that? In short, it can be summed up with words such as energetic and liking gossip.
"Uh-huh. I looked at it, and at the end of the day, did Ryan die, or did he become a vampire or something. The girl named Qian Han also responded with great interest.
Poof, how can there be a TV series where the protagonist is dead, it's too much of a drama!
"I can't die, Lane will be in the end" Jiang Chen sneered, and then pretended to be very B and said his conjecture about the later plot. Although it was a conjecture, he always felt that the plot would develop in the direction he thought.
As for why this illusion occurs, it may be similar to the sense of déjà vu caused by watching too many film and television works.
Suddenly, Jiang Chen was stunned.
That feeling from the morning is back.
Everyone in the class stopped their movements and looked in Jiang Chen's direction in a daze.
That's right, just looked at him stunned.
Chen Yuchen, Qian Han, and the squad leader Liu Ruiwen, and even his little Zhao Peng
Me, do I speak so loudly?
Being stared at by the whole class, Jiang Chen shrank back and thought with a sneer.
Everyone's eyes were strange, but Jiang Chen couldn't tell what that weirdness came from.
Isn't it as if it's being dissected and watched.
But why do you feel this way?
Suddenly, an anesthetic-like fear began to spread from his heart to his scalp. Swallowing and spitting, his Adam's apple moved slightly, Jiang Chen suddenly had an urge to escape from the classroom. However, this move is very unreasonable, so that you will not be watched by your classmates and run out of the classroom, right?
Wait, what about Tao Tingting?
Jiang Chen suddenly found that the spot by the window was empty.
Just then, the class bell rang.
"Students, let's start class, Liu Lei, help me send my homework documents. The math teacher walked in, picked up the terminal and clicked on it to start the lesson.
"Yes. Liu Lei, the representative of the math class, responded with a long voice as usual, and then downloaded the corrected homework on the terminal, and then automatically assigned it to his classmates according to his ID. So much of this is designed to seem to reinforce class consciousness?
Jiang Chen recovered from his stupor, and looked around sharply.
Everyone has returned to "normal", since when did it start?
"Do you have a cramp in your neck?" Zhao Peng poked his back with a wicked smile from behind.
Jiang Chen looked at Zhao Peng strangely.
"Why are you looking at me like this?" Zhao Peng was stunned, then touched his face, frowned, and said, "It's nothing dirty." ”
Turning around without a word, Jiang Chen left the strange dead friend behind him and lay down on the table silently.
Is it my delusion?
Inadvertently, Jiang Chen raised his eyes and looked at the position by the window.
A girl as pure and lovely as a lily is quietly listening to the math teacher's lecture, and her fingers are drawing notes on the tablet terminal from time to time.
A breeze blows.
The raised curtains slightly obscured Jiang Chen's vision.
When did she end up there? (To be continued.) )