After listening to the professor's words, Han was silent for a long, long time, and then suddenly asked, "Is such an experiment really necessary?" Are our exams really necessary? ”

He slowly raised his head and stared into Professor Zhuang's stunned eyes: "Can I no longer apply for a change in the thesis, but directly apply for the abolition of such a test?" ”

"What did you say?" Professor Zhuang asked a dry question in disbelief.

"I always say that advanced science makes us not understand love and hate, the preciousness of life, and how hard it is to live happily now. Let's come to ancient times to understand human nature, people's hearts, and the feelings of ordinary people, but can we really understand ...... "Han's voice is calm and low"? ”

"Professor, I'm stupid, insensitive, apathetic, and don't know how to protect myself. But why do I need to understand all this, our current life, perfect science and institutions, so that we don't need to worry about protecting ourselves at all. This has been the case before, and it will be the same in the future, why do I have to learn, doubt, suspicion, defense, confrontation, revenge, and why do I have to accept other people's feelings and feel other people's hearts? Yes, in this world, living like me will inevitably be hurt, but the world I originally lived in is not here, here, it is just a temporary place for an exam, a test, a simulation, and in the future, I will still return to my own world, why do I have to completely change myself for this game and a dream? ”

Han's question was so acute, so pressing, and so completely contrary to his previous temperament, that Professor Zhuang was dumbfounded and unable to answer for a while.

"How much do you think the other students really learned from this simulation, and how much did they change? It's just a simulation, and everyone knows it, that's why I'm so lazy, and that's why I'm tolerant of everyone who hurts me. Therefore, Qingchen can be so willful, so Xiaorong can forgive those who have wronged him again and again. Professor, you always say that everyone should face the simulation and the world from a fair perspective with a normal heart, but every student in the small building, including the professor who keeps teaching us the correct attitude towards life, who really looks at those people in the world fairly and justly, and who will really treat them as equals. Do you really think we can learn anything from such simulations? ”

Han's question has a sharpness that is completely inconsistent with his nature: "Just like when we observe ants, we know all their ways of acting, but we will never understand their feelings, just like watching a movie through the screen, no matter how much the joys and sorrows in it, life and death move us, it is just a scene." We can sigh, get angry, cry, and be angry for the people on the screen, but through a layer of screen, we still can't really understand their feelings, we still know that this is just a play, just an entertainment, a pastime. Professor, do you really want us to blend in with the world so that we can fully accept their way of life, their way of thinking, and fully feel their joys and sorrows? Or I'm cold and lazy, I don't care about external affairs, and I don't communicate with anyone, or I am proud and willful, and I ask for extreme feelings, or Xiaorong is always considerate of others and considerate of others, but, in my bones, it's all the same. None of us have ever really forgotten who we are, where we come from, that we are different from others, and that it is because of this thought that we do things that normal people would never do. ”

He stared deeply at Professor Zhuang: 'Professor, does it make sense? Such an analog? Is it really necessary to continue? Is it really necessary for me to learn the so-called ways to protect myself and to communicate with others and respond to other people's feelings that I will not use at all in my later life, and which I did not plan to use in the first place? ”

Professor Zhuang looked at Han in a daze, for the first time, he was deeply shocked, he never expected that Han, who had always been lazy and unwilling to say a word, would say so many words in one breath and think so deeply about their simulation, which was simply not like what Han would do.

Does such a simulation make sense? At least let the Han, who can't do anything about him, really think about something.

For some reason, Professor Zhuang still felt only sadness. He looked at the student who was staring at him with a pair of obsidian eyes: "Since the establishment of the mock test system, no student has ever reflected on our mock exam in this way, whether your opinion is right or wrong, at least, it is a good thing to have this kind of thinking." As you said, everything we have learned and felt in this era may not be used at all in our original world, but we hope that you will come to this world and hope that you will feel, not so that you can learn any greater skills, but hope, in the hotbed of high technology, you can still retain the love and hate in human nature, retain the unique passion and enterprising spirit of human beings, and retain the perseverance and perseverance of human beings who are not afraid of setbacks and dangers. We firmly believe that only by keeping all this in our hearts can our civilization not die in the hotbed of technology. Regardless of who is right in our opinion or yours, maybe there are reasons why the simulation system is worth improving or even canceling, but now, you are still in the system, you are dissatisfied with the system, you can ask for the system to be changed, but before the system is canceled, you still have to obey, so ......"

Professor Zhuang said calmly: "I will not agree with you to change the topic, and of course I will not agree to cancel the simulation." He said cautiously, "Han, why, until now, you can't reflect on it?" Why do you only think about revising the thesis after the fact, but don't reflect on how rash it is when you decide the topic? You can be lazy, you can be spontaneous, you can not think about things, but you are an adult after all, and you have to take responsibility for your choices. When Zhang Minxin instigated you, you may not have noticed that something was wrong, but because you were too lazy to think about it and just wanted to get by, and agreed, then you should take responsibility for it. ”

Ah Han was silent for a long time, and then slowly closed his eyes, the sharpness and indifference on his face gradually eased, and turned into a look that he was usually sleepy and sleepy, and he didn't pay attention to the sky falling: "I'm sorry, professor, it's me who is impulsive, I'm just a little tired, I don't want to continue, I'm just ......" His voice gradually weakened, as if he was sleeping.

Professor Zhuang looked at him deeply for a long time, for a long time, but he couldn't find the slightest flaw, the suddenly excited emotion just now seemed to be a dream, an illusion, the person in front of him was the real Han, he had even begun to snore.

Professor Zhuang shook his head, his eyebrows still slightly locked, and quietly stood up and left.

Leaving Han alone, he was still dreaming of grandeur, as if all the injuries, humiliations, and tragic fates he had had had were always just a faint dream.

Originally, the reincarnation of each life in Fu Hanqing was just a dream, and the dream was quietly put in the back of his mind, never expected that on this day, at this moment, he was caught off guard, and the curtain of memory was reopened, so that he remembered it so clearly, buried in the depths of his heart, thinking that he had gradually forgotten, who knew everything that was still so clear.

Fu Hanqing's mind seemed to have re-experienced a dream realm in that very short period of time, just looking at Di Jing's eyes with the only head, he was still indifferent and ordinary, no emotion, no sigh, no vibration, no surprise, no sadness, no joy, no hatred, no resentment.

Dreams are always dreams, and the people in the dreams are not worthy of his resentment, let alone hate, and he has never deliberately remembered everything that has been.

He still followed Yaoguang without hesitation, and walked towards the next ice coffin, still, without reviewing Di Jing's head, he listened to Yaoguang talk about the next sect leader without a trace of emotion and sigh.

It wasn't until they came to the last ice coffin that Yaoguang pointed to the half-rotted corpse in the ice coffin and said casually: "This one, you naturally know it, our former sect leader. It has only been three years since he took over as the head of the sect, and he suffered a great loss due to the encirclement and suppression of various factions, and he left the sect with many difficulties and ignored it, and ran to hide under the cliff where flowers and birds were silent for 20 years, and then turned into an old guy with a corpse. After getting your news, Biluo rushed there day and night, but unfortunately, half of the body was still destroyed. ”

Fu Hanqing raised his head lightly, looked at Yaoguang lightly, and asked lightly, "Are you done?" ”

"That's it." Yaoguang smiled.

"Can I go back to sleep and rest?"

Everyone was stunned, but no one could answer.

Fu Hanqing swept his eyes towards everyone and said flatly: "It seems that it is possible." Then he turned and walked out.

Biluo, Xiao Injury, and Mo Li, they have been standing at the entrance of the passage in a daze, looking at Fu Hanqing in a daze, but no one can react.

Fu Hanqing walked up to them, still with a flat gaze and a flat tone: "Please let go." ”

However, his eyes, which were so indifferent that there was no trace of emotion, and were so calm that there seemed to be no ripples, made everyone's hearts thump, and his body involuntarily stepped back half a step to the side.

Fu Hanqing walked over calmly between the three of them, and walked to the depths of the passage alone, lonely and lonely.

And behind him, the five highest kings of the Shura Sect could only look at his back in a daze.

Who could have experienced such a thing, seen the corpses of so many legendary people, heard so many exciting deeds, and then went to sleep like no one else.

Who can have such a bland and indifferent look, but it makes people feel that incredible tiredness, that kind of tiredness from the soul, can shake people's hearts and souls like this.

They silently watched Fu Hanqing behind them, but Fu Hanqing just walked quietly.

He didn't know that someone was staring at him from behind him, he just felt that he was tired like never before, he just wanted to get a good night's sleep, maybe wake up and the feeling of tiredness would disappear.

It turns out that a visit to the cemetery can be such a tiring thing.

The author's nonsense dividing line***********************

I haven't updated it for a long time, and I'm a little embarrassed to see that many post readers are urging.

There are several reasons for not getting better for a long time.

The main thing is that there will be some activities in the middle of May, and the editor recommends that there be more at that time, so before that, in order to save the manuscript, there will be a period of time when the update will be affected.

In addition, during my May Day holiday, I was very busy with some things, there were a lot of trivial things around me, and the time on the machine was pitiful.

At present, because it may be necessary to save the manuscript until the female frequency event, therefore, the update can't be one chapter a day like when it is forced, and it should be updated every few days. I may post some comments in the meantime.

In addition, Xiaolou's progress is also affected a little, that is, the confusion in my own heart. Recently, I have been thinking about which direction Xiaolou should write, and whether the current focus on Han's description has caused readers' aesthetic fatigue, how to divide clues to Xiaorong Qingchen and others, and whether some readers should stop Han's chapter and transcrib Qingchen or Xiaorong.

All kinds of thoughts, all kinds of plans, very contradictory, quite a little confused about how to be good.

As a result, the progress of the article has also become sluggish.

Or in a few days, after I have thought about it, I will explain this issue.

In addition, looking through the old posts in the past few days, I really admire the readers' brown and black comments and speeches. The criticism is pertinent, and the language is powerful, every time I can get to the point, I always feel that I can say what is in my heart many times, which makes me quite excited and moved, I want to inquire, I don't know if it is an acquaintance?