Crimes
What are we competing in today?
Seeing the crowd instantly erupt in excitement, Kong Xiang tried to strike up a conversation with Li Zhi, hoping to glean some information. Even if he couldn't save the world, flattering his superiors in the future would still be a good way to get things going.
Li Zhi looked at the venue in front of her, where there were many huge projections. She pressed her temples and smiled, "I really hope you didn't mean to talk to me."
Kong Xiang, whose thoughts had been guessed, was not as flustered as before. He simply made a calm expression after realizing that the current Li Zhi was not the queen he remembered.
"Of course it was intentional. If I didn't speak up intentionally, it would only be if I accidentally bumped into you or sat in the wrong seat, which would be a bit offensive."
After he finished speaking, seeing that Li Zhi had no intention of continuing, he decided to remain silent to avoid offending the other party.
Our 4th Annual First Academy - Laurel Academy Holographic Simulation World Experiment Competition has officially begun!
The Simulated World Test Competition? As far as he knew, although this competition had only been held for a few years, its popularity was something that students from two colleges couldn't achieve through mere banter.
The so-called experiment is a system that is not yet perfect. Players will experience something similar to the early days of Minecraft or the pioneering work of thousands of years ago, while also fixing various bugs that appear in the world.
As for this bug… Kong Xiang looked around. According to his observation, it should be…
It comes from both the system itself and the audience.
Hundreds of students from the two colleges worked together to create a false world for them.
I wonder which student the contestant offended; let me offer my condolences in advance.
After sighing, he immediately pressed his temples, ready to get to work.
After successfully connecting to the competition venue, he finally saw the clear faces of each contestant.
Unlike the contestants who are usually calm or passionate during competitions, everyone looked dejected, as if they had overslept and been dragged here by their dormitory teacher to participate in the competition.
Kong Xiang spotted a few familiar faces among the crowd, including the owner of the phone call that killed him—Chen Yilin.
Just as Chen Yilin was stepping into this new world, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He shook his head and continued what he was doing.
As soon as she entered this simulated world, she sensed the malice of the academy's teachers.
A desert.
A vast and boundless desert.
A vast, boundless desert with nothing but sand.
Oh, there's still a rotten stick on the sand.
Chen Yilin sighed and picked up the wooden stick, muttering to himself.
"You're already using crutches to walk when you've only just begun..."
Just then, a mouth suddenly grew out of the wooden stick and said, "No, you are wrong, the key that hides the power of darkness..."
Chen Yilin kicked him with his backhand.
"What's going on?" she thought, looking at the mosaic wooden stick that had transformed into two-dimensional pixels and was flowing through her hand. "Who wrote this? Does this make any sense?!"
And what does "a backhand kick" even mean?! Chen Yilin shouted to the sky: "Who's adding narration?! Go back to Chinese and retake your studies!!"
Just then, the heat rose, distorting the distant sky, and then this distortion suddenly bounced towards Chen Yilin, making him feel as if he had eaten mushrooms.
"Damn it!" Chen Yilin felt like the organs in his head were dancing. He was so alert that he kept backing away. He had seen others enter this kind of mind-numbing environment before, but when it came to him, he felt like his understanding was being refreshed every moment.
She pressed her temple and ran, searching for bugs in the program.
Kong Xiang was also amazed. They had only just started playing when the students began to go all out. Things like physical monster survival were child's play. Now they were playing dimensional attacks, using concepts of multiple dimensions together.
Just then, as Kong Xiang said, the fourth dimension also joined the battle. The desert in front of them had changed beyond the spatial scope of the real world. Chen Yilin was twisted into a complex state inside. In order to escape the fourth dimension, he had to move while finding the direction of the fourth dimension's operation according to the direction of space.
Fortunately, as a future Interpol reserve officer, Chen Yilin's decoding ability and physical fitness were not bad. Soon, the dimension was reduced back to normal, and the scene before him returned to the calm desert. Soon after, human voices finally rang out in the desert.
"Girl, in this vast desert, when you hear my voice, do you feel as if the rising sun of humanity is coming towards you?"
Kong Xiang recognized the voice; it was Yi Guoduan, the one he had spoken to at the beginning. However, he hadn't expected the other party to dare reveal his identity in such a competition. Everyone tries to remain anonymous in such competitions, but this guy was even more stubborn, daring to go straight in. It seemed there was quite a grudge between them.
Yi Guoduan... According to his previous life, he received an invitation from Chen Yilin and used his authority to view her records. There was a record about her personal feelings. Chen Yilin's lover's surname was Yi, and the blurry profile in that record seemed to overlap with Yi Guoduan.
Tsk, who knows? To save brain cells from thinking of names, the plot is always arranged like this. The world is not even a village, just a small circle.
His thoughts returned to the competition; he needed to do something too.
Chen Yilin, who had been tormented in various ways, finally couldn't take it anymore and unleashed a spinning kick. It had no effect, but it looked cool.
"Sunrise my ass! More like a sunset for humans!"
Yi Guoduan shrugged on the sidelines and said to Chen Yilin, "That roundhouse kick reminded me of the style of humans when they used their bodies to fight many years ago. Cool, really cool."
While praising him, he didn't skip any of the actions in his mind. A swirling wind arose around Chen Yilin, and a magic circle lit up on the ground, just like a seal being broken—both chuunibyou and cool—if only the eye of the hurricane was still shrinking.
Chen Yilin didn't just sit and wait for her death. She tapped the light screen in the void with her left hand, and the stick that had turned into a mosaic returned. It twisted and turned into a handsome young man who was looking at her in astonishment.
Kong Xiang looked at Yi Guoduan behind him again and found that the other person was no longer paying attention.
In other words, Chen Yilin used his skillful manipulation techniques to directly bring the consciousness of the person who tampered with the stick's data into the arena.
Those who harm others will ultimately harm themselves.
“This guy is pretty good,” Li Zhi, who had been quiet for a long time, suddenly said. “He just doesn’t follow the rules very well.”
"Ha, if she followed the rules, she wouldn't have teamed up with me to break them in the future," Kong Xiang thought to himself.
“However, it is people like this who can create a better world.” Li Zhi turned his head and smiled at him: “What do you think?”
Hmm? To create a better world?
Kong Xiang's face remained calm, but his mind was in turmoil.
"Yes, Chen is very capable and can handle things on his own," Kong Xiang flattered him as if he were his future self.
After hearing this, Li Zhi didn't offer any further opinion, smiled at him, and went back to his own world.
Kong Xiang sensed that the atmosphere was a bit strange, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.
Okay, let's get to the main story.
This awkward atmosphere permeated all the venues. People sought justice and revenge, and those inside the arena were being tested, as were those outside. Through this exchange, the establishment of the virtual world gained more experience.
However, those who were causing trouble and those who were being troubled didn't have time to think about these feelings.
"Ha, so it's you, kid." Chen Yilin cracked his knuckles and looked at the flustered and bewildered boy opposite him.
"Haha, Chen, you're really amazing!" Yi Guoduan scratched his head, trying to ease the increasingly dangerous atmosphere.
However, the future Interpol agent didn't buy it at all. He grabbed his hand and slammed him to the ground.
Even as the world spun around him, Yi Guoduan managed to turn the ground beneath him into a patch of grass, alleviating the crisis of being covered by fine sand. However, he hadn't recovered and was still panting weakly in place.
"Where is the delicate one?! You lunatic! Who gave me the narration?!" Yi Guoduan couldn't help but complain.
He rubbed his messy head and sat up. "We're practically partners in life and death on the same field. Can't we be a little more united and friendly? If we start fighting amongst ourselves now, people outside will see it as a reality show. They'll find a loophole and make things difficult for us."
The virtual world is built on the foundation of people. If people attack each other and the data becomes chaotic, outsiders can easily find the instability points in this world and tamper with it.
“Then I beat you up with a bullet, but that didn’t change the world.” Chen Yilin stepped on Yi Guoduan’s leg and leaned down to say, “You’re a top student of the new century, can’t you be a little more ambitious? You only train your brain and not your body, be careful of sudden death.”
While using his right hand to manipulate the abnormal attack data—such as cacti starting to randomly release thorns and desert lizards starting to stand up and fart—Yi Guoduan grabbed Chen Yilin's ankle with his left hand, but lost his grip and was kicked away again. While supporting himself, he said, "If you study for a long time and then suddenly start exercising, you'll die suddenly. You have to proceed gradually, okay? Not everyone is as suited to high-energy training as you are."
"Yes." Chen Yilin nodded and threw a handful of sand into his mouth: "Stop panting! You're no good at exercising, but you're good at grazing the edges every time."
Yi Guoduan couldn't believe it: "I really can't breathe, okay? It shouldn't be like this, like this."
He even twisted his decaying limbs a couple of times, which stung Chen Yilin's eyes. Unable to resist, Chen Yilin jumped up and gave him a good beating.
Yi Guoduan also launched a counterattack, unleashing a huge light screen with both hands to block the increasingly large cactus spikes flying around.
It's back to battle mode. Kong Xiang watched as these people released so many data that defied the laws of the world in today's match. It's no wonder they're all exhausted later.
Just as he expected, the chaotic high-dimensional cross-concept attacks soon stopped, and the anomalies turned into some indescribable phenomena such as the lizard farting mentioned above. However, the two on the grass were almost as tired as dogs.
"How many people have you killed that you can make them hate you this much?!" Yi Guoduan, sprawled on the grass, asked breathlessly.
Chen Yilin, also sprawled on the ground, panting heavily and utterly disheveled, exclaimed, "Why does it have to be me?!"
Yi Guoduan sneered, "Why don't you bring them in again and ask them?"
Chen Yilin fell silent, probably thinking about his experience of being in danger of being murdered while walking on the street.
"Let's go. After all this commotion, we need to find food and water." Yi Guoduan propped himself up and pulled Chen Yilin up as well.
"Why are you leaving? There's still grass." Chen Yilin looked at the ground and found that all the grass had withered.
This is the consequence of not following the rules of the world.
“Sigh…” Yi Guoduan sighed, “Let’s go, Refugee Number One.”
“Okay, Refugee Number Two.” Chen Yilin also walked forward dejectedly.
The rest of the conversation was relatively peaceful, because those who harbored grudges were on the verge of exploding with rage.
Kong Xiang also observed and manipulated the environment of some contestants. After some thought, he felt that the technology was still far behind that of six years later. Six years later, virtual reality technology had been officially integrated into life, but now it was still a tool for a group of Mao students to play around with, seemingly for competition.
He stopped watching and was about to leave when he noticed that Li Zhi had also stopped watching and was massaging his temples with his eyes closed, resting.
"Are you leaving?" Just as he was about to walk away quietly, Li Zhi opened his eyes and asked him.
Kong Xiang nodded. "You looked tired, so I didn't say hello."
"It's okay, we're not that close anyway," Li Zhi said with a smile.
"We might have another chance to exchange ideas in the future, since we're both in the same field," Kong Xiang, who had been working in the industry for many years, replied with a smile.
Li Zhi paused for a moment, then stood up confidently. "Alright, let's go together."
They've gotten to know each other so quickly?
Kong Xiang watched the future queen's retreating figure and followed her.
"Li Zhi, may I call you by your name?" Kong Xiang asked, his heart trembling.
Li Zhi glanced at him. "Do you really have to call me first before asking me, Kong Xiang?"
This tone meant he wasn't offended. Kong Xiang relaxed his cautiousness. He knew it would be difficult to completely change his attitude towards the Queen in a short time. Fortunately, Li Zhi wasn't like the future, who made people afraid even to imagine communicating with her. She was still like a normal person.
“I heard that you excelled academically at Laurel Academy,” Kong Xiang said. “Especially in the computational processing of large amounts of data like today’s, you even have your own set of methods for storing and retrieving it.”
Li Zhiting stopped in front of a vending machine and ordered two cups of lemonade.
"I heard? Didn't you just check it out when you had a spare moment?"
Kong Xiang had lost count of how many times he had been rebuked today; he was now somewhat used to Li Zhi's attitude.
"At least it's better than not knowing," Kong Xiang replied, trying to smooth things over. "After all, we've had quite a bit of a connection today. By the way, where's your female companion?"
Li handed him a glass of lemonade, saying, "She's off enjoying a brainwave exchange with someone else."
Kong Xiang took the lemonade and thanked her, "Thank you, this is the first time in my life that a girl has treated me to something."
“We will invite him back.” Li Zhi took a sip of lemonade, turned to Kong Xiang and smiled, “After all, we are in the same field.”
Kong Xiang seemed to be deep in thought. She raised her hand and placed it on his shoulder.
Contact information.
Kong Xiang sensed her message.
"We're at the school gate, no need to see me off." Li Zhi turned around and waved to him.
"Goodbye." Kong Xiang was about to put on a standard smile when he suddenly heard a voice in his ear.
"You've been dealing with me with this formulaic attitude all day, aren't you tired?"
Li Zhi raised his head and spoke in his ear.
The air suddenly fell silent.
Kong Xiang realized that he had underestimated Li Zhi.
"You see, right now you're not thinking about how to be more honest, but rather... your annoyance at being caught red-handed, aren't you?"
Kong Xiang was stunned this time.
The early autumn wind swept through Li Zhi's once-quiet hair, and the reports that had been carelessly overturned fluttered wildly in the air. It shouldn't have been quiet, but Kong Xiang felt a deathly stillness.
"Oh right, I forgot to mention, the way you looked at me before, besides respect..."
Her gaze was meaningful.
“There is also hostility.”
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