In the next few days, Song Qinglan had never seen Ji Yushi.

Listening to Duan Wen, during the monsoon season, will go to the class where new students are trained in the morning to attend classes, and in the afternoon, will train in the personal training room. The daily schedule is full. Minister Wang visited him once and treated him well. Praise.

In the eyes of leaders, these clerical workers seem to be working very hard in everything they do.

Minister Wang called Song Qinglan to sound the alarm: "Xiao Ji is diligent and smart. When the time comes, you must pay attention to teamwork. After all, they have a two-star rating, and you will get a one-star rating after completing this task. Don't think I don't know. You are going to serve others as vases."

Song Qinglan pretended to be confused: "How could such a thing happen."

The training ground has a personalized and targeted training room, as well as a team-based simulated combat system.

Two days before the mission, everyone would have team training as usual. After Song Qinglan called everyone together, she found out that there was a lack of monsoon season: "Old Duan, have you informed him?"

"I thought Li Chun told him yesterday."

"Damn, how could I tell him? I've never met him at all!"

"Yes, it is estimated that people are going to the class again."

"Tang Qi, you organize the training."

Song Qinglan was going to find someone in person, lest Bureau Wang give him another big hat.

After walking out of the training ground, Song Qinglan went straight to the new student camp.

As the youngest captain, Song Qinglan gave these new students their first fighting class in the sky. Song Qinglan's close-quarters fighting skills made those students who came from prestigious schools with high self-esteem become a lot more honest, and they were beaten to be obedient. Therefore, as soon as Song Qinglan appeared outside the window, the hairs of deserters stood on end.

Tian Qiong's specially-appointed lecturer was taking a professional class. During the slight commotion, Song Qinglan quickly discovered the person he was looking for.

Sitting by the window during the rainy season.

"Space constitutes the universe we are in. Time constitutes the universe we know."

The narrator on the stage manipulated the holographic image and drew a colorful arc of light, which started from nowhere and entered nothingness at the end.

Some students whispered admiration.

Ji Yu lowered his head and didn't seem to notice the wonderful presentation.

"Time is like a flowing line, giving us a past and a future."

"The past is unchangeable - it is impossible for a person to travel back to the past to kill his grandfather. We understand the grandfather paradox. The Russian scientist Novikov also proposed the principle of self-consistency, which means that even if a person can go back Going to the past, it will not change the course of history. Because simply put, our present is the final outcome that has been changed countless times.”

The light flickered and flowed in the air.

The guide continued: "What about the future? More than 20 years ago, our scientific team invented the sky. They discovered that time is not just a line."

As the instructor waved his hand, the arc light in the air changed.

The light suddenly split, and countless filaments burst out from the current time point, spreading out in countless directions.

"The powerful computing power of the Vault of Heaven can calculate countless futures through our present. Its appearance has made human beings know for the first time the existence of parallel worlds in the future. Since the establishment of the Vault of Heaven system for 20 years, countries around the world have passed through the vault of the sky and passed in the future. The Guardian operation in the parallel world has successfully prevented 1,771 possible terrorist attacks, 542 riots, and 6 wars, and successfully prevented 3 large-scale natural disasters."

...

During the explanation, many information videos were played in turn.

Song Qinglan walked to the window: "..."

Is this what Minister Wang said of "diligence and intelligence"?

The diligent and smart consultant Ji is concentrating in class...playing a black-and-white handheld computer that was popular in the last century.

Under his familiar operation, Tetris kept changing its position, falling at an extremely fast speed, merging and then eliminating, four lines...five lines...even six or seven lines, the score kept skyrocketing, and the blocks could be embedded in an incredible way every time. It's just an illusion that the game is over in the next second.

It is undeniable that Ji Yushi is a master at playing Tetris. After searching the entire sky, he may not be able to find a second person who plays better than him.

Because of bowing his head, his cervical vertebrae bulge slightly during the monsoon season, and the thin shoulder blade line can be seen at a glance.

His expression was very focused, his long eyelashes were drooping, his profile was quiet, his fingers were slender, his nails were short and clean, just like the way he felt—he had never suffered at all.

Song Qinglan thought, maybe they didn't plan to endure hardship.

The afternoon before the mission started, everyone gathered for a mission meeting.

Like every previous mission meeting, a destination map was displayed on the giant screen, with several markers attached.

The third command center of the Sky Dome headquarters is in charge of this task scheduling. There are thirty or forty people in the conference room. Except for the seventh team, they are all internal staff serving the task. The mission commander on the stage was explaining the mission, and even Minister Wang was sitting in the audience.

"A month ago, the sky calculated that the population of Xijing in Xingyuan 1460 suddenly changed dramatically, and there was a fluctuation of up to 3% during this time period."

The commander-in-chief zoomed in on the map and pointed to the flashing red dot area on the map.

"According to the calculation chart, after excluding natural disasters, explosions and other energy factors, Tiantian defines this mission as a possible biochemical terrorist attack, and the mission level is A-level."

"Biochemical terrorist attack?"

"Didn't we deal with it once?!"

"Little Case!"

"I submit an application." Song Qinglan sat at an oblique corner, the red dots on the map reflected in her sharp black pupils, "After successfully completing this A-level mission, I will apply for an S-level mission."

As soon as his voice fell, whispers in the conference room spread.

As we all know, one S-level task is worth five A-level tasks.

The successful completion of as many as twelve A-level missions allowed the seventh team to become famous in the sky after only two years of establishment, and rushed into the front row of the most valuable team like a dark horse. But the fact that they have never performed an S-rank mission has prevented them from being able to squeeze into the top three.

Therefore, Team Seven has always been eager for S-rank missions.

I heard about it during the monsoon rain.

He sat with his teammates and could clearly see Song Qinglan's appearance. Arrogance, conceit, and desire to win were all clearly expressed in Song Qinglan's tone.

"Accept the application." The commander-in-chief paused and said to Song Qinglan, "After this mission, the command center will re-evaluate based on your mission performance. Please be ready to accept S-rank missions at any time."

Song Qinglan had heard this set of rhetoric many times.

He sat coldly, expressionless.

People can't help but suspect that, following the so-called arrangement for many years, this reckless new star will break out sooner or later.

After the conference was over, there was still a small strategic meeting to be held. Song Qinglan had a two-hour talk with Minister Wang and other leaders directly under her command.

When he came out, the teammates all changed into civilian clothes and waited for him.

"Call someone new." Song Qinglan said casually.

The night before the mission, the whole team went to eat hot pot together, "eat a good meal before going on the road", this is the team's practice.

"Yes. Consultant Ji said he wouldn't go."

"People are still in the training room."

Song Qinglan remembered the scene of that person playing Tetris in the professional class, and felt a little playful.

He told everyone to go first and take a seat.

There are hundreds of private training rooms in the huge training ground. The seven teams have their own fixed numbers. Song Qinglan has the authority. It didn't take much effort to find the person they were looking for.

During the rainy season, really just finished training.

He just got off the simulator, covered in sweat, the collar of his gray T-shirt soaked, and two robotic arms around him, one handing a towel and the other pure water.

When Ji Yu took water, he was surprised by Song Qinglan's appearance: "Team Song?"

Song Qinglan stood at the door, folded her arms in a relaxed manner, as if waiting for a reasonable explanation.

"Why don't you go to the dinner party?"

During the rainy season, he took a sip of water, and the corners of his brows and eyes were covered with sweat, and his beautiful facial features were steaming.

Even though they were all male, Song Qinglan suddenly had a strange feeling, as if... his appearance in the training room of his teammates was a very far-fetched thing and should be avoided.

Ji Yushi replied, "Sorry, I made an appointment in advance for a video call at night."

Song Qinglan: "Can't you pick me up later?"

During the monsoon season, he took a towel to wipe his sweat: "It's too clingy, I'll get angry."

This sentence pointed out something, which reminded Song Qinglan of a key point, and also realized why she felt that it was time to avoid suspicion.

He raised his eyebrows: "Is there anyone at home?"

The robotic arm has obediently put away the towel and walked away.

But another drop of sweat fell from his forehead during the monsoon season. He subconsciously grabbed the hem of his clothes and wiped off the sweat with his T-shirt.

The firm waist and abdomen belonging to the young man were exposed, which was different from all the guardians of the sky: the waist was very thin and flexible, and the skin was dazzlingly white, as if it could not be grasped. During the movement, on the sweaty flat lower abdomen, a round navel was looming at the waist of the trousers.

Song Qinglan looked away.

"Team Song, do you mind?" Ji Yushi obviously understood the contradiction better than him, but his words and deeds were very natural, "Does the training room I stayed in need to be disinfected?"

Ji Yushi had also heard about the severity of Song Qinglan's homophobia.

I heard that he was openly pursued by the same sex, so even the office that Gay entered had to be disinfected.

Such a provocation, Song Qinglan would not take it seriously.

Song Qinglan said her real purpose for coming to the training room, but it was not much harsher than she imagined: "I want to tell you, there are many people who want to complete an A-level mission to complete the star upgrade, and they will soon find that they want to More, because A-level missions are many times more dangerous than you imagined. If you still care about the people around you, Consultant Ji, it is not too late to quit now, I will arrange for you to go back to Ningcheng."

Ji Yushi didn't seem to hear the sarcasm: "But for me, it's too late to quit now."

The atmosphere is tense.

Song Qinglan smiled suddenly: "Okay, then I only have one request for you."

He looked calm during the monsoon, only meeting his gaze.

Song Qinglan dropped a few words: "Obey the order, lie down and win."