Chapter 166 It’s better to die in that snowy field.
It was very difficult to travel in such heavy snow.
It is impossible to tell whether the next step will be a snow pit or solid ground that can be stepped on.
The extremely low temperature made his fingers and cheeks all stiff. It was fine when he went to collect his backpack, but as he walked forward, the cold air penetrated into his limbs and the child's breathing became increasingly heavy.
Children of this age have not yet fully developed their sense of balance, and in the snow, which is more difficult to walk on, they have to roll over every few steps, and because they keep falling, it feels like they are swimming in the snow.
Their goal was a distant city that they could only see, with buildings reaching into the clouds. It was so far away that it looked like a phantom on the horizon.
If you want to survive, you have to get up and keep walking, keep walking with all your might.
In the face of nature, no matter whether male or female, young or old, everyone is equally pursuing a chance to survive.
Because his lips and tongue were frozen, there was no sound except the child's breathing and the crunching of the snow under his feet.
Fyodor was unable to lift very heavy objects, and if his weight or area of contact with the boy reached a certain level, they would pass by each other and he would be unable to do anything.
At some moment during the boring journey, Fyodor himself would doubt whether he was an illusion of Qian Jianmu, a phantom that he had imagined to be with him during his childhood. He thought that the child must also be hesitating, confused, and even lost in the illusion.
The child often looked back, searching for his direction with his blurry eyes. Because his exposed skin and limbs had lost all feeling and his five senses were blurry, Fedor had to put a lot of effort into reminding the child that he was still there.
If the child was sure that he was still around, he would show a relieved expression and then crawl forward desperately.
During the countless sixty-second breaks, Fyodor would squat down to check his breathing. If the child fell asleep, he would use all sorts of means, almost cruelly, to wake him up.
This march took many days.
A snow pit was dug as a resting place, and the remaining fuel blocks were used carefully. Qian Jianmu sat in the snow pile, like a weak animal in need of support, slowly rubbing to his side, hugging his arm, or leaning directly on him, as if only in this way could he rest in peace.
After all, Fyodor was not such a cold person. Although he could not provide any warmth for the child, he would still hug him gently, trying to stop his shivering body.
As expected, on the fourth day of the journey - the fourth day, which seemed like a miracle - the child developed a high fever.
His cheeks were frighteningly red and his body was shaking so much that he could hardly stand. Fyodor really thought that he would not be able to hold on and die on this road. He was even prepared to end his suffering. Fortunately, the child met a few travelers.
Everything that happened afterwards seemed to proceed at twice the speed, with treatment and transfer. Professionals in white came in to conduct an assessment, and when they discovered that Qian Jianmu could not understand the language at all, they used pictures to describe his place of belonging. Then, on the day his body was healed, they speeded on the aerial track for a full hour and finally arrived at their future destination.
A huge breeding ground with tall buildings and complete facilities like a city.
Lead-gray tall buildings stand at the four corners, and there are countless low buildings in the center. A transparent cover shines over the entire city. There is heavy snow outside, but the temperature inside is constant at zero degrees. Even some cold-resistant plants survive tenaciously.
——The National Northern Central Incubation Institute, a training base for hundreds of thousands of children.
Children under the age of sixteen who have lost their parents, been abandoned by their parents, do not know who their parents are, and are artificially bred by the state can enjoy complete education and medical facilities here free of charge and have a normal childhood.
Are you really happy?
IQ diagnosis, EQ diagnosis, physical diagnosis, as if weighing a domestic animal, the child was tested over and over again, and the people in white clothes passing by showed different expressions on their faces from time to time. Finally, a silver bracelet was handed to him. If nothing unexpected happened, this would be his door card, knowledge base, and his world for the next ten years.
"What a nice place, isn't it?" Fyodor asked in a low voice, somewhat sarcastically.
The child was under surveillance all the time. He was smart enough not to make any moves. He just clicked on the virtual screen of the bracelet. At the top of the screen was a nickname that looked like a seal.
Grade table notes.
Converted into English, it represents an A- grade.
Then, the child suddenly turned his head and looked to the other side.
A group of people in white were surrounding a girl with long white hair. The girl walked forward expressionlessly, and suddenly turned around and looked at Qian Jianmu, with a trace of astonishment on her face.
However, she could not resist the white waves and was pushed to the other side of the world layer by layer. Qian Jianmu looked at her persistently, and she looked back persistently, until their eyes could no longer touch each other's trace, and only the white world was left.
A woman in white clothes with an A badge on her chest gently patted Qian Jianmu's shoulder and gestured for him to follow her.
The child looked up at the woman, took a step, and walked silently into this cold white hell.
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In contrast to this huge educational base is the loose teaching system.
The small room can only accommodate a bed and a table. Looking out from the window on the 32nd floor, you can see the distant horizon.
Apart from some elective courses that can be chosen freely according to interests, the curriculum for children under ten years old is very relaxed. Although the information in the bracelet is equipped with course assessments, there are no grade requirements. Self-improvement depends entirely on self-consciousness.
The level represents the possibility of being adopted. The level is assessed every six months. Every year, hundreds of children are taken away. They may become adopted sons of some wealthy man, or disappear quietly.
But with a base of over 100,000, a few hundred is pitifully small.
From childhood, the future is framed by layer upon layer of screening, talent, genes, and personality. They are given study materials according to their grades, their grades are judged according to their academic ability, and their directions are determined according to their personalities. Smart children will frantically learn knowledge at an early age in an attempt to "upgrade", but apart from these 3% of students, the remaining 97% of children are living in vain, learning a skill throughout their lives in order to prepare for a future without food to eat.
There are too many children. There is no shortage of talents in this world, and the blood at the top of society is constantly being renewed and replenished.
Children who are not chosen are destined to become blood bags, soil in flower pots, and screws at the bottom of society.
The children in Utopia who have never seen the outside world don’t know why they have to climb up, but Qian Jianmu was transferred all the way from the outside world to the training center. Except for the initial coma, he clearly saw the horror of the outside world.
Apart from necessary outings that would affect his 'social points', Qian Jianmu devoted almost all his attention to leveling up.
"Chianri said that the next test will be in a month. It seems to be the last test for the five-year-old."
After class one day, the child said:
"If everything goes well, maybe I can get promoted to S-."
"Qian" is the unified surname of a certain age group in the Northern Breeding Institute. This special surname is a distinctive symbol of the Northern Breeding Institute. And Qian Jianmu himself was rapidly shaped into what the world wanted him to be, seeking a way out within the rules, breathing under high pressure, and absorbing oxygen in a nearly suffocating environment.
"Well, there's no rush to wait another year, right?" Fedor, who was rolled up by the child, complained.
The child did not speak. He pursed his lips, a faint shadow fell on his expression, and his golden eyes flickered faintly, containing an inexplicable persistence and strength.
This is the look he shows when facing difficulties.
Fyodor, who was watching the fun, paused, put down his hands, and his expression became unpredictable under his subtle smile:
"What did you hear outside?"
"Nothing." The floating screen appeared. The child did not look back, but stared at the numbers on it persistently: "I want to study."
Fedor was not always with Qian Jianmu, and he was elusive, so it was impossible to know what had happened to Qian Jianmu.
Recalling Qianjianmu's schedule, his eyes gradually dimmed. He didn't say anything, just staring at the flickering light screen, with the corners of his lips slowly straightening.
After that, Qian Jianmu almost never left his room. To meet the deadline of the assessment, he completed two more courses. Due to excessive fatigue, he was unconscious for several days again and had to get up to take the assessment.
However, before this assessment, the child was taken away to have his appearance modified.
The woman who raised him had a beautiful appearance like a snow girl, and Chijianmu's appearance was naturally not bad either, but it was mostly covered by his dog-bitten bangs. As far as Fyodor could see, Chijianmu had pure golden eyes that were unique in a million miles, and his facial features were delicately arranged. Now one could only describe him as cute, but no one who saw him would question his future appearance.
The transformed Qian Jianmu looked up at him, as if waiting for his comment.
So he patted the child's head and followed the child into the examination building.
It was still the same repetitive assessment, physical limit, intellectual limit, emotional limit, logical judgment, the data in the bracelet had long been stored in the network, the test scores and assessment scores were converted into scores to push up the checkpoints symbolizing the level, and after the assessment, which lasted for six hours, was over, Qian Jianmu reached S- as he wished.
But it’s not over yet.
Before the two of them even had time to exchange a few words, some of the screened children were taken to a room surrounded by countless cameras, where they were asked and answered mechanical questions in a manner that was almost like an interview.
Qian Jianmu's expression was a little strange, and his golden eyes drooped darkly.
His hands behind his back were clenched slightly, as if he was facing some difficulties.
He's actually nervous?
Thinking back carefully, this strange feeling seemed to have appeared from time to time a month ago.
Fedor slowly backed away, he penetrated the wall, wandered around the room, and finally found a room similar to the central data aggregation room within the maximum distance away from Thousand Rooms. The picture of Thousand Rooms answering questions appeared in a square. A simulation of his future appearance was hung in a corner. It was the good appearance he anticipated. Behind the square of Thousand Rooms were thousands of parallel narrow squares.
There are various icons in each block, with strange patterns flashing, some of which are even the suppliers of resources for the breeding institute.
"Nice eyes," one person said.
"Want to buy it?" said another.
"Rating S-, still rising, good qualifications, right?"
"It's too smart and has low obedience. It will be a nuisance if we keep it." Someone made the decision.
"It's nice to keep it as a pet." A woman smiled.
"S-It's not bad. You're still young. Just wait a few more years."
The middle-aged man in uniform sitting in the room said calmly:
"So what are your choices?"
"If compliance is still below the red line in two years, I'll come back."
"I don't need a pet."
"It's too obedient. Let's wait and see when it grows up."
"Will he be more obedient if he is tamed?"
"I suggest giving them fewer resources. It will be more troublesome if their obedience is not improved and they learn too much."
"You're such a hassle to erase my memory."
In the snow-white prison, the smelly blood flows recklessly in broad daylight.
There is no point in trying.
Intelligent, obedient family dogs are bred to be guard dogs.
Smart wild dogs with low obedience are just expensive toys.
In essence, it is no different from a commodity.
In front of him, on the screen, the child framed by an empty border forced a smile, his growth was clearly priced by data, his future was tied to words. Even if he used his intelligence to resist the torrent of rules, he could only increase the price at which he was sold.
Fyodor looked up.
He smelled the indelible stench of humanity in the air.
Then, I suddenly remembered the endless and vast snowfield.
Ha, it would be better to die in that snowy field.
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