My name is Li Luohao and I am 24 years old. I am a top student who graduated from a major university in 2055, and my life after graduation is not what I imagined. Becoming the CEO, marrying Bai Fumei, and going to the pinnacle of life? Forget it, I was just favored by the superiors and directly granted me a graduate degree to work on this so-called "space-time X-163" project. Although I was not interested in this, I chose to join this scientific research project when I saw the relief on my parents' faces and the smiles that I couldn't hide.

My parents are both businessmen, and they started to break into society before graduating from high school, and they also met when they were working hard in society when they were young.

Through the years of operation of the two elders, my family's small company is also thriving, and in recent years, the family has never worried about money.

I originally wanted to be like other rich second generations, sitting at home and gnawing at home, eating and waiting for death, but I have a spirit of not admitting defeat since I was a child, and this tenacity makes me unwilling to surrender, no matter what I do, I have to do my best.

This has also made my academic performance very good since I was a child, and my parents are not highly educated, so they have high expectations for me. I was also competitive enough to be admitted to a national key university, and I was favored by the leaders of the Academy of Sciences and became the youngest scientific researcher in this project.

However, the seemingly glamorous life on the outside is actually hidden with all kinds of failures: although I have excellent grades since I was a child, my social skills have become my weakness, in the end, how many real friends can I have now? one? or two? Hehe, is the husky in the neighbor's house next door?

When I realized the problem, I tried to make a change. Through the Internet, through the screen of my mobile phone, I seem to be more confident than in real life, I established a relationship with a girl named "Baishui Lingyue" on the screen, and after talking for a month, the two of us appeared.

As I said before, my EQ was basically zero, and within a week of Ben appearing, Lingyue broke up with me. In fact, even I was curious about how this girl Lingyue endured the pain and talked to me for a month. It can be said that she was angry with me alive, and I won't go into details about what kind of mentally retarded behavior I have done.

That's when I realized: there are some things that you can't do with hard work. The tenacity I call and the spirit of not admitting defeat are of any use at this moment?

My life seems to have been arranged, and maybe I'll spend my whole life in front of a computer, in a closed lab, doing those boring scientific experiments. Even if I can achieve something one day, what's the point for me who doesn't even have an interest?

After that, for a long time, the world was gray in my eyes, and everything I looked at was a dead silence, and I even sometimes felt sad for days because of a grumbling joke from a colleague. What about motivation? What about the motivation of my life? After a long time, I seem to have become interested in death, and I don't know whether it is good or bad: am I going to die? I die, what will happen to my parents? But if I don't die, I still don't have the motivation to live.

One day, while I was still conscious, I went to see a psychiatrist, and the final diagnosis was exactly what I had guessed: moderate depression. In this state, I try my best to maintain the correct values of life, but depression is really not something that the brain can control. In a very reluctant state, the appearance I showed to people was still that harmless and honest Li Luohao.

I don't want anyone to know about my depression, because then I'm going to be ordered to quit the research project, and what will I do if I suffer from depression? I don't want to disappoint my parents, because now my parents can give me a good life without worrying about food and clothing, because they overdrew their lives when they were young.

I remember when I was in elementary school, every time I woke up at 6 a.m., I could see my dad sitting in front of the computer with his face unkempt and his eyes bloodshot. Although he said that he had just woken up, I knew that he was working all night in front of the computer and had not slept all night.

In order to support my father's career, my mother worked three jobs outside the home, and every morning she had to make breakfast for me and send me to school. It can be said that I am not a rich second generation, I am just a son who enjoys the success of his parents after all his parents' hardships.

What am I if I'm losing my job because of depression and disappointing my parents? I'm just a piece of waste, a waste that doesn't know anything but mechanical learning, and if it does come to that point one day, it's worse than killing me.

Under this pressure, I came tonight for the final review meeting on the Spacetime X-163 project. Before that, all I had left in my life was "repeating the protocol and recording all the key information", and I couldn't afford to make a mistake!

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a big belly and a poop who looked to be in his forties stepped onto the podium, he was 1.75 meters tall, his skin was dark, his face was full of wrinkles, and he had a faint double chin dragged out under his Chinese face, and he was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face, which highlighted his already small dead fish eyes even more listlessly.

Don't look at this person's appearance, he is the chief technical director of the "Time and Space X-163" project and the president of the Shanghai Science Branch of China, named "Wang Binlong".

At the moment when Dean Wang first took the stage, everyone stood up and applauded, not because the complete process plan of the "Time and Space X-163" project was designed by Dean Wang.

The experimental process was hailed as a "plan that is close to perfection". The reason why the "space-time X-163" project has the number "163" is because there have been 162 failed experiments on the "space-time transfer technology" before, so the project is codenamed "163".

At that time, I didn't have the heart to listen to Dean Wang's bold words, he could inspire as much as he liked to boost morale, and it had nothing to do with me. I'm all about repeating one thing right now: how to document the complete experimental process. I just want to wait until this experiment is over and go to treatment for my depression right away.

Because I clearly realize one thing: my interest in death now does not come from myself, but because of my damn mental illness. I have tried countless times to brainwash myself, but the symptoms of depression are still difficult for me to suppress, and it can be said that I have been able to persist to this day because of the help of the gods.

Early the next morning, I washed up and went to the test site. All the project participants came to the site one step ahead of me, and my colleague Wang Dali dragged his 200-pound body towards me.

"Ah Hao, why are you here so late, my fat man arrived at four o'clock in the morning, I can't wait, think about it, if we succeed this time, we will be the heroes of the country." Wang Dali smiled at me, his face seemed to be about to move when he smiled, and his eyes were squeezed to the size of soybeans.

I endured the depression in my heart and smiled at Wang Dali, although I couldn't see my own smile, but I knew that it must be more ugly than crying.

"What are you doing!? Hippie smiling faces, talking to each other, not paying attention to it at all, what is the state raising you for? Do you eat dry food? Give me 12 points of spirit today, this experiment can only succeed, not fail!"

This stinking scolding with a head and covering his face, I don't need to look up to know that it is Dean Wang. In my opinion, scientific research must be boring and lack of interest for many people, anyway, for me at present, coupled with the strict management of the serious and old-fashioned Dean Wang, so that Wang Fatzi, a big pistachio, has no chance to make friends with me. If there was no obstacle from Dean Wang, Wang Fatzi, a living treasure, would communicate with me more in my daily life, and I would probably not suffer from depression.

Wang Fatzi kept smiling at Dean Wang, and Dean Wang looked at his watch and said, "There is still an hour, check all the hardware facilities again, and there can be no mistakes." Li Luohao, you are solely responsible for the recording task of experimental big data, something went wrong, only you ask!"

Dean Wang's reprimand made my hands tremble, and I couldn't even stand steadily, and my mind was pitch black, and I almost forgot what I should do. That's the horror of depression, a few words from someone else, you might even die. I was just close to breaking down on the spot, just a little bit......