Ronan's consciousness emerged from the chaos, as if he was still far away. Before he opened his eyes, his six ears had already projected some effective information, which represented the beginning of a new day.
Sunday class schedule updates and adjustments, outing schedules, gear repair progress, grandpa’s condition briefing, the latest status of the “Logic World” debate in the internal forum, etc…
The series of information that had been sorted out lit up one by one on the six-ear interface. Ronan scanned the information with his mind and collected the information one by one. However, he did not read it carefully. He just stretched himself out on the bed, adjusted his posture slightly, and let the body lie down.
Keep your body upright to be more relaxed.
At this time, he was lying on the bed, with his hands folded behind his head. As he bent his body, the back of his head rubbed against the palms of his hands, making a rustling sound. The warmth from his palms passed through a thin layer of hair and rolled on his scalp.
But it couldn't penetrate no matter what, but there was a slight coolness coming out from the inner layer of the scalp.
This feeling is very strange. The brain cavity is empty, as if all the brain tissue has melted away, leaving only the increasingly complete eyesight and the twisting and turning of external neurons, which seem to be separated by an invisible layer.
The curtain no longer flickered with electric light like it did two days ago, but upon closer inspection, there was a stream of cool air passing through it.
In a daze, that area seemed to be sunken, with no bottom to explore, leading directly to another inexplicable dimension. At this time, a cold wind was blowing up from inside, filling the entire head with a chill.
It was like a "hole" collapsed in my forehead...
Ronan closed his eyes and grinned, his consciousness a little erratic. The cold air flow was like a long line, pulling in huge waves of gray-white clouds, rolling into the bottom of his brain and heart, stretching the thoughts that were originally confined to one place to accommodate them.
A vast world that is truly imaginary and unpredictable.
He slowly opened his eyes.
The room was dark, with only the residual light from the street lamps in the community shining through the window screens, giving the room a little brightness and vaguely depicting the outlines of various furnishings.
With Ronan's current level of eye acuity cultivation, he is already capable of night vision, and everything he sees can be seen. However, his vision has no focus, and the structural lines of the ceiling are not within the scope of his attention. He just did it for a while.
The child was stunned, his eyes finally focused, he exerted strength on his waist and abdomen, and sat up.
This is his uncle's house, his bedroom. The space is not spacious, but the bed is quite big. Ronan makes do with it, and assumes a pose that tests flexibility on the bed, which is like yoga but not yoga. Saying "guidance" is not "guidance", anyway.
Just relax the muscles and bones and exercise, and the whole person will be like a deformed meat ball, tossing from one end of the bed to the other end of the bed.
There are only two things that remain unchanged during the process, one is the state of breathing and exhaling, the breath is lingering, and it seems to be alive and dead; the other is the electric fire triggered by the coupling between the eye orifice and the external neurons, flickering and shining in the brain.
, and then slashed down to the lungs, and even to the tips of the hands and feet, causing the pores all over the body to open, causing numbness and sometimes severe pain, but the perception became more acute.
This morning exercise course lasted for forty minutes. Even though it was all bed exercises, it actually touched most of the bones, muscles, and muscles. It was quite comprehensive. Not to mention that within its own order framework, the coupling force of two sets of gears affected the whole body.
Tempering is also torture, and the taste is definitely not one of enjoyment.
By the time Ronan got out of bed, his body was already wet.
Of course, the bedding and other things were cleaned by a housekeeping robot. Ronan only went to the bathroom to take a shower. Looking at the mirror that was mostly covered by water steam, he saw his still only thin body and a pair of eyes covered with cracks.
.
The pupil cleft seems to be smaller than two days ago, and it still looks quite oozing, with occasional flashes of lightning. I haven’t said anything, but I need to cover it up.
Ronan picked up the mirror case at hand and put the contact lenses in his eyes. This thing was useless for other functions, but the effect of the contact lens was first-rate. When everything was ready and Ronan was dressed neatly, he recovered.
As a young student should look, he went downstairs and went out to start his regular morning long-distance run.
As soon as he ran out of the house, there was a whistling sound in his ears, which came through the six ears, followed by the temporary tactical position. Ronan went through the information in his mind, quickly turned his head, and saw fifty meters
In the night outside, a tall figure was pointing his fingers at his head.
"Bang! It's better to be slower." Baoyan grinned, showing his white teeth.
"Compared with sniping, are you sure?" Ronan also laughed, communicating with Baoyan through Liu Er, and ran over to meet him at the same time. Baoyan, who was dressed in sportswear, was also dressed like a morning jogger. The two jogged side by side, except for the height difference.
It's relatively big and no different from other people who exercise together.
It was certainly not a coincidence that Baoyan appeared outside Ronan's residence. According to the course schedule, it was now the time for Baoyan's "General Instructions Crash Course" to be taught. And everyone also understood that this was one of the protective measures for Ronan.
Through the teaching program, it is ensured that there is always a person with abilities by his side. When emergencies occur, he can protect and coordinate operations, etc.
Perhaps, He Yueyin had such ideas and arrangements as early as when he compiled the training courses, and the actions of the group of people from the General Association only pushed this arrangement from implicit to explicit.
Ronan was noncommittal about this arrangement. Compared with himself, he was more concerned about the safety of his grandfather, uncle, aunt and family. At this point, the association has also made arrangements, but the effect has not been tested... Ronan would rather spend his whole life.
Don't verify this.
"I saw the post this morning. The big debate is getting more and more explosive. Most people are just messing around, but some people are talking about something quite interesting. Why don't you post anonymously?" Baoyan and Ronan are friends who fight side by side.
, very familiar, and different from the other lecturers. Before the lecture, I even chatted with Ronan about gossip, saying that it was a big debate in the "logic community" that had been very popular in the past two days.
Ronan thought about the information he received when he woke up in the morning and shrugged: "It's all a strategy. I think the effect is good."
More than half a month had passed since the night of Shuanghe Realm. On the association's internal forum, the discussion about President Ouyang Chen's "logical world" really became popular. It looked dull, but insiders were enlightened:
It's all hype!
The logic is probably this:
"Hey, have you heard of President Ouyang's 'logical world'? A space fault forms a world of its own. That's awesome!"
"It's really awesome, but this thing is too high-end and we can't understand it."
"You haven't read the forum? A bunch of people are interpreting it there. They all speak so eloquently, as if they are all extraordinary species. But, but, Mr. You replied!"
"You Lao?"
"Yes, I seem to agree with the original poster's statement. However, the original poster also heard someone mention it, and it was a bit roundabout... His Majesty the Emperor doesn't agree with it here."
"Hey, can this one reply too?"
"It was a shock. Now the two of them have said nothing, but the people below are making a huge noise. They have talked about tens of thousands of things and haven't stopped. They are all clamoring for President Ouyang to explain himself."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you have to take a look!"
Just like this, it's like talking about cross talk, it's too fake, but it can't stand up to the authoritative effect of Mr. You and His Majesty Wu Huang, as well as the sense of expectation for Ouyang Chen to teach and explain in person. In just a dozen hours, the relevant posts were deleted
The screen is full of words such as "Support You Lao", "Long live the Emperor Wu", "Pay tribute to You Lao", "His Majesty the Emperor Wu competes at the top" and so on.
Of course, Ouyang Chen, the instigator, would not be spared by a group of extremely bored people, who posted messages like a carnival:
"President Ouyang is out to pick up the guests!"
"We are already outside the laboratory door. Who dares to knock on the door?"
"Seeing is believing, hearing is believing, bragging will be criticized, and strongly demanding another fireworks display, ah no, the world of logic!"
Most of the people who leave messages like this are from the Xiacheng branch circle. After His Majesty the Emperor Wu successfully entered the ranks of extraordinary beings, the "Iron Triangle" of Xiacheng became more and more famous, and all the branch members were honored. So it's great
Some people followed, which was more of a show of intimacy than a debate, and it actually increased the centripetal force of the Xiacheng branch.
In the eyes of some thoughtful people, the post has another meaning: it seems that the Xiacheng Branch no longer wants to hide the truth about the Shuanghe Realm Incident and wants to make it public to the world? Otherwise, what kind of logic is there!
So soon, other cities with Lingbo Network also joined in. Most of these followers are high-end people. They will not worship the "Iron Triangle" and are too lazy to go off topic in that early post.
I would like to leave a message in it, but I would swipe it twice from time to time, wanting to see if Ouyang Chen would speak later and reveal any valid information.
And this is the effect that "hype" aims to achieve: to draw the attention of those who are interested to the side of the "iron triangle" and not just rely on Ronan to talk about things.
These are the three big guys from the Xiacheng branch, diverting pressure from Ronan, which can also be regarded as a patch for the unexpected events of the past two days.
Ronan accepted this calmly, because this is what he deserves. But then again, whether this diversion method can be effective is still a matter of debate, and Ronan cannot place all his hopes on it.
, I’m just paying a general attention to it.
Besides, there are tens of thousands of floors, and there are so many long speeches that are confusing, watery, and inflaming, all mixed together. It will make you dizzy just looking at it, so it is better to stay away from it.
However, Ronan was also surprised by Baoyan's attitude: "Aren't you the most annoyed by this kind of pure talk? Can you continue to watch?"
"Why can't you watch it? It's so eye-catching!"
Bao Yan gave a thumbs up: "His Majesty the Emperor Wu is really cool this time. All kinds of private photos are so beautiful. There are also a bunch of girls from her office who queue up to take photos together. We haven't seen them in ten years! Hurry up and save them.
, remember not to save it on Lingbo Online, otherwise His Majesty will be in a bad mood and finish all his collections!"
"..." Well, Ronan now understands why the post became so popular.
But then again, His Majesty the Emperor Wu, he had heard of this legendary woman for a long time, but he was only a little familiar with her. He was also very curious about what kind of person could manage Zhang Yingying's temperament and make her submissive.
As soon as the thought came to Ronan, he wanted to observe it, but as soon as he opened the page from Liuer, Baoyan screamed: "Holy crap, my cloud disk!"
(Belated update on the first day of the new year...Happy New Year everyone. Today I have to wait until I get back from my old Yue's house, so you know.)