Listening to music at home, I lay down for three days, trying to heal the psychological trauma caused by this simulated breeding war.

The simulated breeding war is to use a series of sensing devices to enter the map for the competition. No matter what kind of damage you take inside, it will not affect your physical condition in reality.

But the hunger and thirst can be felt, the pain can be felt, and it is no different from reality.

The nano-flying machine flew around on the bed, and I lazily reached out to grab it and threw it straight ahead, and the aircraft spun in place for two seconds, turning into a floating screen.

A woman and two men in fancy clothes are projected from the screen. A woman with curly red hair sits in the middle, looking like the presenter. "The latest data obtained by the China Associated Press shows that after this simulated breeding war, 83 applicants have submitted abstentions," she said. That is, they will not take part in the breeding wars of the year. So, what is Professor Fang's view on this? ”

Professor Fang, who was sitting on her left-hand side, had a friendly, gentle, scholarly demeanor, and replied to the hostess with a smile: "We all know that the real breeding war is very dangerous and cruel, and the mortality rate is extremely high. As Professor Fang spoke, the screen began to shift to information about the breeding war.

This information can be summed up in five words: tons of corpses.

Professor Fang's gentle voice coupled with the images of these corpses was really weird. TV stations are getting more and more talented.

"However, we modern people have become accustomed to a comfortable life, and the vast majority of people are very unfamiliar with wilderness survival and martial arts. In previous breeding wars, there were often situations where the contestants were crying and at a loss. When a contestant dies in an event, or even a relative comes out to make trouble or take revenge on society, these are many. Later, after discussion by relevant departments, it was decided to launch a simulated breeding war, so that the contestants could have a full understanding and full psychological preparation......

At this time, the hostess interjected: "Is it understandable that the contestants themselves should weigh whether it is worth betting on their lives for the right to mate." ”

Before Professor Fang could answer, the man sitting on the right hand side of the host couldn't hold back, this man was fatter and had a bald head. He grabbed the conversation and said, "No, I don't think the term 'bet' is accurate, the Breeding War contestants are not engaged in a certain 'gamble'. As the man spoke, the footage captions showed: Professor Wen, Chief Advisor to the Breeding War Design Team.

"So, could it be this kid who designed a place like Dijiangling?" I thought, staring at him with disgust.

Professor Wen continued, "Our breeding war contains the law of nature's 'law of the jungle'. In fact, in human history, many different periods and different regions have also had the custom of competing for the opposite sex through martial arts and duels. The difference is that in the breeding war, the cameras scattered all over the map have achieved a live broadcast without blind spots, which is an absolutely sunny and absolutely fair event......"

"But the breeding war is so good, why don't you go about it, you bastard?" I thought indignantly, then waved my hand vigorously and turned off the show. Maybe it was too strong, and the blue nanoplane almost hit the wall, and it made a frightened tone.

Then I fell asleep again.

……

In the afternoon, just as I was thinking about getting up and moving, there was a slight vibration of the ring on the index finger of my left hand, and there was a request for communication.

I turned the ring, and it reflected an inverted triangle, a thin wall of light. In the middle of the wall of light is the square face of my small hair, Wenshu.

"Duck, see you at the old place in the afternoon."

"Again?"

"Prepare for a breeding war."

"Why don't you come to my house for tea?"

"If you don't go, be prepared to face my wrath."

"It's all a fox in a mountain, what are you playing with me?"

The tree laughed, then turned off the communication.

Jokes are jokes, it's time to go or to go.

Wen Shu is a year older than me, and his person is like a tree - he is a typical stunned green, and his brain is not so bright. In the Iron Age, there were fewer and fewer such people.

But I still like him.

I imagined how people would react if one day I had a serious traumatic injury and my intestines fell out of my stomach.

I speculated that someone would run away in terror, someone would call an ambulance, someone would cry bitterly. There is only one person who will try to stuff the intestines back into my stomach, and that person must be Wenshu.

I don't know why such a strange assumption was made.