A bird flew down from the rolling mountains and landed on the rooftop railing of a high-rise building in the Federation.
It looked down at everything below, its eyes shining with the light of freedom.
These eyes have witnessed the snow and winds of the northern regions, and the white waves of the icy ocean. Its wings even carry the sand and gravel of the desert, mingled with the winds of the rainforest. Now, it breathes the air above the city, the kind of air that carries the scent of humans.
Ke Bing was the first to wake up. She hadn't had any dreams all night and was in a daze. The night passed quickly, and when she opened her eyes, it was already the next day.
A bottle of wine, its cork still sealed, sat on the table. A slightly sweet taste lingered in her mouth, the astringent flavor of the fruit wine still lingering between her teeth. Scenes from the previous night flashed through her mind. The three of them talked for a long time, raising their glasses to the bright moon in the sky, gazing at the twinkling stars through the hazy walls of the glasses. Ke Bing remembered that when she was somewhat tipsy, Zhao Xuerou was singing an off-key song, the tune indistinct and unclear, the melody as distorted as the fate of a tragic figure.
What happened next?
The unpleasant singing stopped abruptly. Ke Bing turned to look and saw that Zhao Xuerou had fallen asleep before she finished singing. Her face was pressed against the table, her lips pursed up like a fish's. A few dozen seconds later, glistening saliva dripped from her mouth in thin streams and landed on the table.
She struggled to push the drunken Zhao Xuerou onto the bed, poured a glass of water and placed it on the table. Her own head began to spin, and she felt a kind of chaotic feeling of being unable to exert any strength, and her thinking slowed down.
Ke Bing rarely gets drunk, and now he understands why some perverts in Japanese movies always get girls drunk before taking action. If you've ever experienced being drunk, you'll know how hard it is to control yourself.
She couldn't understand why so many students at Lanjing University of Science and Technology stayed out all night, drinking themselves into a stupor at bars. Was it really safe for female students to be drunk? Wasn't that a sign of disrespecting themselves?
She will only drink a small amount when it is absolutely safe.
She was so tired that she forgot about washing up, collapsed onto the bed, took off her clothes, and went to sleep.
Ke Bing fumbled for her phone. The morning light was already streaming through the window, illuminating the wine bottle and casting a red glow near the door. She glanced at the time: 8:20 AM, still early.
She closed her eyes again, but instead of falling asleep, she thought about what she should do that day.
The students have two days off and can use their time as they please, but before that, they must sign a confidentiality agreement for federal employees in the morning, which will officially mark their onboarding. The next ten days or so will involve practical training, physical fitness tests, and test drives, among other things. Just thinking about the heavy workload makes one feel exhausted.
It sounds serious, but in just over ten days, in the blink of an eye, a true victor will emerge from among them, and the war will break out at any moment.
Ke Bing wanted these noisy and cold days to end quickly, to return to peace as soon as possible, and to live a tranquil life, a rare enjoyment for life. Although most people were already tired of worldly life, wishing they could escape from all kinds of oppression and troubles and only be satisfied by jumping off a high building to end it all, Ke Bing didn't think that way. She secretly felt that every day she lived was as happy as a stolen existence. To her, who used to sit by the window every night, hugging her knees and pressing a knife to her skin, this life was like a heaven where little angels sang hymns and rejoiced.
"Uh... cough cough."
A few rustling sounds, coupled with a cough, interrupted Ke Bing's thoughts.
She raised her head slightly and looked in the direction from which the sound came.
It turned out that Zhao Xuerou had woken up and felt her throat was as dry as a barren rift valley. It was itchy when she swallowed, so she coughed twice. She opened her eyes and looked straight to the side. Ke Bing saw confusion in her eyes, as if she couldn't see anything. In other words, Xiaorou was awake, but her mind wasn't fully awake.
The coughing also woke Luo Xiaoli up, and she slowly woke up as well.
Several tens of minutes later, the three figures appeared in an inner room of a building.
The room was filled with armed soldiers, and instructors sat at a table. Ke Bing sat facing Instructor Wan Xingyan, a pen in her hand and a thick stack of papers covered in dense writing beneath her palm. Even though Instructor Wan had repeatedly told her to read them line by line, it would probably take several hours. She was already overwhelmed after reading just one page, so she quickly flipped to the end and signed her name.
Just two days ago, the students in the China Special Zone learned that Wan Xingyan, the stern-faced instructor who always seemed to have a cold expression and never smiled, was actually the most outstanding person in China in the field of implanted biochips. Currently, his technology is among the best in the world. Although everyone knew that people from the Federation were extraordinary, they didn't expect that an instructor in charge of a special zone would have such a high status. If he were in a research institute, the thirty-something-year-old Wan would be a vice president at least.
Ke Bing smiled at him, and Wan Xingyan took the signed document, looked at it carefully, and then nodded. Perhaps because everyone had already gone through the assessment, there was no need to be so strict anymore, he said kindly, "Go on, take a good rest for a couple of days, the tasks ahead are even more important."
"Yes, counselor."
After she got up, Zhao Xuerou sat down.
Wan Xingyan took out a new document, handed it to her, raised his eyebrows, and said to her in a very pleased tone, "You did a good job yesterday; the leaders were all surprised."
"Really? Hehe."
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