Five years later, Institute No. 63.

Alpha regularly sent weekly performance reports to the Dean's Office, which was the second hundred and sixty-first consecutive week that Research Institute 63 did not meet the standard.

This week's extermination output is another one, and the monthly output is less than four. The annual output is less than 50, both of which are the second to last in the country.

Harry sat in his office chair and saw the weekly mail, looking like a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water.

Accustomed to it, Harry clicked on the emails and changed the title of the edited review to the top.

Then he got up and walked out of the office leisurely, reviewing his own experience and feelings about the re-education of the test subject. The content posted in the past three years has been pretty much the same, and after two years of trying, Harry knows that he won't even look at this thing.

In fact, Harry is more curious about the performance of the penultimate research institute than whether his own review will be checked by his superiors. Who is this dean? Maybe I'll have a good conversation with him.

When Harry was in his first year as dean, his performance plummeted, and he was worried about the consequences of Alpha.

Harry was also afraid that some inspection team would come after Christmas, and then he would settle the ledger with himself. After all, his performance has not been normal since he took over Research Institute 63, and the rules he set almost completely limit the output of the test subject to extermination. Harry had hoped that things would get better and better over time, but apparently never in the direction Harry wanted.

Alpha's answer to the results gave Harry a sigh of relief, and Alpha said that management that had done nothing wrong would not be dealt with. The Institute's sterilization output is only horizontally reflected in the salary of the Director and the allocation of funds to the Institute.

With Harry not making any mistakes, the dean's salary was almost the same as that of the management staff at the moment.

Today, five years later, he is also receiving a salary that is almost close to the basic salary of the management, but even this minimum salary is already a sky-high amount outside.

But when Harry learned that the previous dean's monthly salary was twenty times his own, he also indirectly understood why the dean needed such radical fraud. Especially in the last year of his retirement, those falsified data are directly proportional to his salary.

Of course, Harry never thought that he could be the dean anyway, and it was already good to be able to manage the institute. I can still get the salary of the management steadily, which is enough for myself to be happy.

It's not that Harry hasn't thought about returning to the previous dean's management model, but he has seen with his own eyes how the previous dean died.

Harry's management led to a low pass rate for the test subjects to be killed, but the institute became happy.

Now, five years later, all 386 rooms are non-threatening.

Both D-class personnel and experimenters' living subjects can help with this, and of course there are mischievous beings on all sides. There are always naughty students in the school, and the whole scene is less like a research institute and more like a school or a nursery.

Harry's watch beeped and he needed to speak on stage for Monday's morning meeting.

After Harry came to power, he began to make a big statement, and the obvious countdown data was completely obscured. The head of the story is that feeding us chicken soup at this time of the week is Harry's best job.

Anyway, only I know that the performance of this institute is not up to standard, and I never send anyone to investigate. So it's not up to me to say anything, hundreds of experimenters are clapping to cater to the need to persevere and work harder for the next week.

Not many people in the audience don't care about what happened, and it's good to get a monthly salary without applauding. They all believed Harry's words, after all, he was now the dean. And all the subjects have indeed become easy to manage, and the goal of the institute is not planned by the dean.

Under Harry, there is only one old face left in the four bronze medal management class.

That's Eugene, and Eugene's dissatisfaction with Harry is visible to all.

Because Eugene was born as an armed man, he was also appointed by Harry as the chief captain of the armed men at this moment. Every week after listening to Harry's nonsense, he had to go to the same small meeting with dozens of armed men, and as the days went by, Eugene seemed to get into the horns.

Almost every few days, Eugene would visit the Laboratory to investigate Harry's materials and the archives of K264, K213, and K168. Eugene has been obsessed with the deaths of K264, K213, and K168, though it is unknown how the woman with the yellow epaulette managed to lie about Harry that day. But Eugene always felt that there was something else going on in there, so that now there are some unpredictable cases in the institute. Whether it was a murder or not, the first thing Eugene thought of was Harry, and Eugene firmly believed that there would always be a piece of the truth.

The other three administrators are all newcomers, and the two older administrators retired the year before and last year because of their age. Today's three new managers are Andy, Oliver, and Abel.

Except for Andy, who was selected by Harry based on his grades in his first year, the latter two were nominated by the experimenters from each other.

They are also counted as those who have made more contributions in the institute, and the so-called contributions are not the largest number of qualified students. On the contrary, he is the most patient with the experimental subjects, and it is better to say that it is management than to be a parenting expert. The most common thing the three executives talk about every day is which subject is naughty again, and who has a better solution.

That's right, the entire research institute has become completely different from before because of repeated reforms. From the original arsenal to a kindergarten, all the experimenters are more like teachers who teach carefully.

Every day, Harry returns to his room with a bunch of non-conforming documents waiting to be reviewed, all of which are mischievous and refusing to learn and cooperate. And to the extent that he has been taught repeatedly, Harry will think of Liu Xing.

In the past five years, Harry has learned that there will always be a gap between humanity and the apostles. On the contrary, there is more trust between the apostles and the apostles, so Liu Xing has become the last trump card in the research institute to communicate with the experimental subjects.

After the morning meeting, Harry returned to the dean's office and corrected it for half an hour. Armed with the new headache file, Subject 384 refused to do the test file and went to the test subject's rest area.

In room 332, Harry knocked on the door.

The door was opened by two boys, one big and one small.

Five years later, Liu Xing is twelve years old, half a head short of Harry.

The fair-skinned and blonde hair were completely white, but the blue eyes betrayed the fact that Liu Xing was an apostle. Liu Xing was wearing the clothes of S test subject, and the defect in his whole body was only his right hand.

Liu Xing's solution was to use a piece of leather cloth that he had cut himself, wrapping the cross-section so that others would not see it so obvious at first sight.

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