Qi Siming first saw Ling Yan in the summer of 2084.

After the class guide said that everyone welcomes the new classmates to introduce himself, a boy who seemed a little younger walked to the podium with no expression on his face.

At that time, the unrestrained girls in the class had already prepared for a nap for the first class. When they saw the boy, they looked like wolves smelling meat, and their eyes lit up quickly.

Human beings have evolved for so many years, yet they still do not change their love for beautiful things. It's just that the boy had seen the big scene before at first glance, and turned a blind eye to heterosexual fanatical gaze. He kicked his foot on the podium without saying a word.

After a bang, the floating keyboard of the desk popped up, he reached out and typed out a string of codes, the personal terminal uia was connected, and all the information he introduced himself was typed out on the big screen.

Have to say that this hand is very cool.

In order to prevent the bad guys in the classroom from interfering with the teacher's teaching, the number of desk codes is changed every lesson. The teacher can use the teacher's terminal to match it, but the students must decode the key according to the prompt.

There was a small commotion in the classroom. Don’t know who the boy in the back row blew the whistle and yelled something awesome, but the boy who looked like an ice doll still turned-on deaf ears, and his voice was quiet and calm in all the whispers, "Hello everyone. My name is Ling Yan."

The cold beauty is not terrible. A few girls and boys who do not have tablemates quietly sorted out the next table they occupied, with a clear heart. Ling Yan didn't even look at them. He walked straight to Qi Siming, and made two beeps of uia on his wrist to dock the desk, and he authorized it. The word "Ling Yan" slowly floated on the roster in the front row of the classroom.

Qi Siming was bathed in the enviable eyes of his classmates. He turned the fantastique capacitive pen out to a beautiful pen flower. He politely said hello to the new tablemate, and the class guide once again emphasized the class discipline and changed the projection screen by the way. When the password is entered, Qi Siming found this gap asked the new tablemate for instructions on how to control the podium in three seconds.

The beautiful nose of the boy’s curved nose is like a Japanese manga drawn from the paper books of the last century. Every slight ups and downs are beautiful as painstaking. Qi Siming sees it a little bit, guessing whether this is the original configuration or the medical aesthetics.

"Guessing." The boy didn't say too much, very cold, turned his head and glanced at him, impatiently, "What are you looking at me?"

His brown eyes are like glass seeds, and his frowns are beautiful as not mortal.

Qi Siming complained about this terrible character in his heart, but he was not embarrassed on the face, smiling, and a little teasing, "You look good. Besides, why are you only talking about me? Obviously, the whole class is watching you."

Seventeen-year-old Qi Siming still doesn't quite understand what it means to be shy. He feels complacent that it is because of his appearance that makes the beauty pay more attention to him. He doesn't know how much strength it took Ling Yan at the time to leave without lifting his ass. After the two people got acquainted, Qi Siming accidentally asked and realized that he was self-sentimental. Ling Yan's behavior was motivated by only six words: because he was the squad leader.

Information transmission has become faster in the intelligent age, and disturbances can cause an uproar.

Ling Yan, the transfer student, quickly attracted attention, and the school forum exploded right after the first session. According to Qi Siming’s knowledge, Tan Qing, a senior grade sister he knew, even directly threw out the link address during physical education class and hacked into his class’s camera to broadcast a minute of how this beautiful child listened to the class. According to her, she also tried to hack into the database of Class A. Thanks to the fact that the class guide had just added a double password, she retreated.

When Qi Siming heard this, he directly logged in the live broadcast address and saw a bunch of "Ahhhhh" and "zoom in" replies. After confirming that the video was not intercepted, rolled his eyes to Tan Qing and said silently, "If you do this kind of thing next time, don’t tell me, okay? If you really want to say it, please go to the school’s security department. And then directly receive punishment."

As straightforward as Qi Siming was, even though he said that, he didn't seem to be any better than Tan Qing.

Qi Siming is the class leader, and his information authority would have been a little higher than the rest of the class. When he updated the personal information of all classmates a week later, out of curiosity, he successfully used his position to sneak a peek at Ling Yan's uia, And searched Ling Yan's parents handily.

It is the habit of all the children of the Liberal Arts School to know of the other as much as the other knows of him. The posture of their parents in human flesh search is like a casual check of the nearby business district. When they meet friends whose parents are celebrities, they will chat with their children about film and television works.

Like the parents of 89% of classmates in the class, Ling Yan's family also has very high social positions. Qi Siming's eyes swept over "will go to the UK next year to study undergraduate degree in psychology", "ics program translation", "compilation of a certain science and technology website", "cooperated with the psychology professor of the National University of Singapore on the psychological experiment project of behavioral nomics." "some type of.

After reading it, his only doubt is that he is clearly a seedling of a white hat hacker. What should he do to study psychology?

But this is someone else's business, Qi Siming is just curious, and does not intend to ask.

Ling Yan is a very quiet tablemate. He doesn't talk much, communicates simply, and is serious in class. This seriousness has caused many angry boys in the class to ridicule, but Ling Yan completely regarded it as nothing with his arrogant and indifference, and after the first simulation test, he used his strength to let those people completely shut up.

Qi Siming was very satisfied with the fact that this beautiful boy at the same table had the hidden genus of super scholar, and he had a little admiration for him.

In a mathematics class that was out of mind, he just poked Ling Yan quietly, thinking about asking Ling Yan to give him a lecture after the class, but Ling Yan leaned over directly, and whispered the previous question in a low voice while listening to the teacher. After he finished speaking, he also lifted the capacitor pen in his hand, and said, "I will lend you a ballpoint pen tomorrow, and that rotation will be more comfortable."

After that time, Qi Siming was sure: Although Ling Yan is not enthusiastic, he is still an excellent person.

This kind of evaluation ended by a conversation with the class guide.

It was a day in mid-October. Ling Yan happened to take a leave of absence. Tan Qing, who had been pursuing Ling Yan, finally found a chance to enter the room. She was lying on Qi Siming's desk to study the game designed by Ling Yan.

Speaking of this little game, the direct reason is that Ling Yan disliked Qi Siming's popularity. As soon as the class was over, many people came to him and chatted. Finally, Ling Yan directly wrote a game code and installed it on the smart desk of the class. The main test of the game is the player's control, the gameplay is simple and magic, making the whole class lie on the table every day, chase one another. After that, Qi Siming looked at the one-third acre of land that no one cares about, and only felt that knowledge had changed his destiny. The old motto honestly didn't deceive him.

After Tan Qing knew about this, she always wanted to study it and make a high score plug-in.

Qi Siming doesn't understand Tan Qing's brain circuits, but he thinks that every technology enthusiast has a lonely heart to be defeated. After conquering his works, he can conquer him. Then Qi Siming asks reasonable questions according to his own logic: "Then why don't you directly face him? Isn't it good to be frank with a master? Maybe this will get his favor?"

Tan Qing tried to endure it, and finally rolled her eyes, "Qi Siming, your emotional brain gap has been smoothed out? You can get the hang of it. You are seventeen anyhow. "

Oh, as soon as these words said, the class leader came over to talk to Qi Siming.

The classmates quickly raised their buried heads, as if nothing happened to block the mini-game interface, the class guide had no time to take care of that, he called Qi Siming and dragged him into the corridor with no one else.

Qi Siming watched him look anxious, and also made a joke to relax his mood. Who knows that this easy-going middle-aged man who loves to laugh did not respond to him, but frowned, and asked in a low voice in a straightforward manner: "Si Ming, you are at the same table with Ling Yan, have you noticed something wrong with him recently?"

Qi Siming was inexplicable, "No? He's fine, what's wrong? He is sick?"

"I'm telling you something, don't tell it to others," the class guide thought for a moment, and looked at him with furrowed brows, "Ling Yan had his veins cut at home yesterday, and now he is rescued. The school leader went to the hospital to see the doctor. The diagnosis says he has a severe mental illness."

Cutting veins, hospitalization, mental illness.

The class leader's sentence is too informative, and Qi Siming instantly thinks that he has heard it wrong, "Are you saying that Ling Yan has a mental disorder? He still has this disease?"

After uia is connected to the personal terminal, it has been upgraded and updated year by year. Although it is not completely connected to the brain to directly mediate hormone levels, it has done a good job in monitoring body temperature, heart rate, and metabolism. When the human indicators are out of normal thresholds, uia will automatically remind you of medical intervention, both physically and psychologically.

In other words, if a person has a tendency to be depressed, uia's sadness counseling will kill the depressive tendency in the cradle. The data released by the Health and Disease Control Bureau also shows that under uia's intelligent intervention, the number of mental patients on the list has been reduced by powers every year, and Qi Siming's circle of life has never even heard the word "mental disorder".

Qi Siming rashly heard that the people around him were suffering from mental illness and were still sick enough to commit suicide. The first reaction was unbelief, and then he thought that the sick person was still a child of fourteen. He even felt like a fairy tale: How old is Ling Yan? Where did he have such a heavy mind and still have a mental illness?

But Qi Siming felt a little uncomfortable. He was leaning against the wall, and there was a pity in his eyes, "Suicide due to illness is not a trivial matter, so this kid is going to leave school and enter the rehabilitation center?"

"That's what I want to tell you," The class lead sighed with sorrow, his brows squeezed out several folds, "Ling Yan's family suppressed this matter and told him to continue his schooling."

The tenderness in Qi Siming's eyes was erased with one click, and the roles were switched and frowned, "Are his parents making troubles? How does Ling Yan go to school like this? If someone in the class didn't say right, or someone didn't give a right look, he suddenly gave himself a cut, who is responsible for it? It’s his own or Mr. Zhou’s yours? I dare not provoke ..."

Then monitor Qi took the initiative to open the information exchange mode, with a sincere attitude, “Zhou, when it comes to this, I have to confess something to you. Didn’t I collect class information before, I accidentally glanced at Ling Yan’s he Uia’s emotional log is not unusual. I don’t know where he is sacred that uia’s data can be changed. If something happens, I’m his tablemate and will face the problem at first, I’m afraid to touch it.” Qi Siming had peeped at Ling Yan’s personal information before. There is indeed no mood disorder in his medical history, but he dared not say that. The true and the false put the meaning in place.

After the class lead repeatedly assured that Qi Siming would not be responsible for any accidents, Qi Siming finally dragged heavy steps back to the class. The group of people in the class were still lying on the table and playing games. When they saw him coming back, they raised their heads, "Qi Zi, what did Lao Zhou tell you to go out for?"

"It's none of your business, just play with your game," Qi Siming didn't intend to deal with it. He walked to his seat with a complicated expression. He stroked Tan Qing’s long ponytail with a hand owed. He was upset and angry. "Hey, you go back quickly, you are almost in class, you are about to enter the university, can you study hard and don't think about chasing after little brother every day?"

The little game written by Ling Yan is called Friday afternoon, and the icon is a piece of nougat.

At that time, Ling Yan turned his head to ask him what kind of fruit you like, Qi Siming casually told blueberries, and then the game pattern was embellished with blue-purple fruit.

Qi Siming stared at the pattern, feeling irritated for no reason, and clicked and searched the search screen and searched for "how to get along with patients with mental disorders", and then searched the difference between the patient's brain imaging and normal people with a scientific and rigorous attitude.

Qi Siming didn't expect that Ling Yan would come to school the next day.

When he entered the classroom, Ling Yan was leaning on his desk to watch yesterday's teaching screen recorder, the state was no different from the past.

Although the juvenile's torso hadn't fully stretched out yet, it almost rushed to 170cm, but at that moment, Qi Siming felt that Ling Yan was really small and pitifully like a bad crop grown by a sapling.

Ling Yan wears a pair of black wristbands in his left hand, and puts one hand on the desk imaginarily. His five fingers are pale and thin, and there is a sharp weakness.

Qi Siming has been paying attention to Ling Yan since that day.

To tell the truth, from the perspective of a non-professional person like Qi Siming, Ling Yan does not look like a patient with a mental disorder. He is logically clear, articulate, and does not know whether it is negative or not, but his expression is hard and cold, and it feels his mental situation is more stable than Teacher Shi’s.

Mainly, after observing for a long time, Qi Siming can only notice one thing: Ling Yan's Yan is really good.

He is the kind of amazing and observing for long time, especially in the morning, Ling Yan will lift up the broken hair on his forehead, revealing a little bit of beauty on his forehead, a pair of peach blossom eyes embedded in the palm-sized face, seeing you coming, there will be a shallow, almost unstoppable smile in the eyes.

Qi Siming became more careful.

Speak carefully, act carefully, try to be considerate in get out of class, and stay far away after class.

Ling Yan should have felt it too. After Qi Siming was entrusted to hand over the love letter again, he was a little embarrassed to say that next time he didn't have to trouble him so much, Qi Siming can just tell the girls his terminal number and let him deal with it directly.

Qi Siming was so annoyed by the girls who were thinking of love every day, he naturally couldn't ask for it, but he still said, "Then there will be many people, so you should be mentally prepared."

Ling Yan nodded, looking unconcerned.

It wasn't until Tan Qing ran over to Qi Siming to complain about it the next day. He didn't know why Ling Yan was so careless. Ling Yan's terminal set up a small program. If a stranger wants to send a friend request, he must first do a set of test questions. Tan Qing went home and tried it for one whole night, and got the impression that, "Fuck, what he set up is actually a psychological test! Is this scarier than the exposure of information? After finishing it, I feel that my underwear has been stripped off. "

As the days went on running, Qi Siming adjusted well on the whole, and felt that and Ling Yan would always maintain such a peaceful relationship.

The turning point occurred on a certain day in November. There happened to be a fire rehearsal that day. Qi Siming returned from a meeting in the auditorium, waiting irritably for the Chinese Studies class.

The teacher of Chinese Studies randomly asked student to recite the text, ordering Ling Yan’s name at random, Qi Siming watched Ling Yan dig out the white vial marked tca from his pocket, swallowing two pills quickly with his hand, and then Get up to answer the question.

Qi Siming felt that his hair was going to stand up.

Ling Yan only took two seconds from unscrewing the bottle cap to closing it, but his posture was casual as if he was just chewing two pieces of candy, and then he began to recite the selections of Wei Jin poetry without changing his face, his speech was clear and fluent.

He used to know that Ling Yan has a mental disorder. From his typical leader thinking, he just thinks that such a petite and small teenager is a little troublesome, but he is still within the tolerable range, but when Ling Yan is taking medicine without incident, he suddenly, felt a sense of rejection which was uncontrollable.

That is the instinctive sense of rejection of people against dissidents. It does not belong to the compatible contradiction between left-handed and right-handed, but the kind of no matter how much psychological construction you have set up, no matter how much information you learn, you will still be shocked, reminded, alert, and nervous.

He is different from you; you just want to push him away.

Ling Yan ended the "Up the Castle" with "the night is half and insomnia, melancholy toss and turn." Qi Siming couldn't help leaning over, and his terminal issued a slight electronic beep to signal Ling Yan to take a look. Said, "Shall I make a call for you?"

What he showed him was a series of electronic dials, marked with a reminder of "Psychological Crisis Intervention Hotline." In other words, this was deliberately entered when he checked the information a few days ago.

But obviously, Ling Yan did not receive his kindness, his face changed and he asked vigilantly what he was going to do?

"Don't hide it from me, I saw it," Qi Siming glanced at his pocket, trying to make himself sound amiable, "Take a leave of absence to see the doctor, don't stand up in the classroom if you feel uncomfortable."

Qi Siming doesn't know if people with mental disorders are uncomfortable or not, and how uncomfortable they are. He said this only because he thought it sounded more conscientious. If Ling Yan is a bomb, then gently change the tipping point for him, so that he doesn't explode beside him and doesn't affect him. He also went through this question with the class lead Lao Zhou, and Lao Zhou also meant that.

He clicked on his uia and made an appointment for Ling Yan's psychological counseling.

However, Ling Yan squinted his eyes, covered Qi Siming's right wrist with a slap, and said in a low sharp voice that he didn't need it.

Uia is essentially a 0.5cm square radium two-stage vacuum tube, implanted under the skin of the wristwatch, which is a medium for spreading light beams, and is operated intelligently through a suspended dynamic screen cast out of sh_e.

Ling Yan’s slap removed the floating screen, which is equivalent to directly pressing the sleep button on Qi Siming’s personal terminal. More importantly, if an outsider forcibly interferes with the operation of uia, it will trigger a micro-current. It doesn’t matter if Ling Yan want to shock himself, but he still touched Qi Siming’s. When Qi Siming was caught, his arm was also numb.

If you want to speak well then you speak well, one can't stand use your hand or feet.

Although Qi Siming made an appointment for him with a doctor not out of good intentions, it was definitely not malicious. He did not expect Ling Yan to be so ignorant of what is good or bad. He threw his numb arm and restarted uia, and his temper came up, "Okay, I'm too full to worry about it."

He chose the most tactful way, but the other one was uncomfortable. Qi Siming curled his mouth and typed a string of characters to Ling Yan: "Then I will tell you, I can barely tolerate the bad temper of my tablemate, but I can't tolerate his illness. If your fucking convulsions next to me take drugs, please trouble you go as far as you can."

It was confirmed that Ling Yan had read it, and Qi Siming destroyed the characters, and followed the thoughts of the teacher of Chinese Studies to read ancient texts.

After that, there is a fire drill.

The central computer is connected to the projection screens of the classrooms. First, the 3D model simulates the retreat route of each class to avoid accidents in the exercise and prompts some precautions, and then emphasizes the regular use of daily smart appliances.

Qi Siming looked bored at the introduction film, but he was thinking about the highest-level central computer in the cutting-edge laboratory on the top floor. He felt that there was no need for fire drills. After all, smoking a cigarette in the teaching building can trigger squeaking smoke alarms, to what extent can the central computer’s sensors fail to cause a big fire in the building.

But group activities have always been stupid, and Qi Siming is used to it.

His thoughts just transferred here, the projection screen suddenly went black, the smart table and chair network connection was cut off, and the fire bell was followed by the bell ringing—well, the exercise began.

In order to make the students understand and master the fire treatment process and improve their awareness of self-help, the school automatically and spontaneously assisted in simulating the fire scene, and even sprayed sh_e smoke, which smelled like the real thing, so that the lazy students should be smoked out of the teaching building.

The group of people who were fainted in the Chinese Studies class was so excited by the gas, and quickly went out. Qi Siming wanted to pretend to be organized, but he suddenly knew that Ling Yan was a maverick under his nose. He took off his jacket and put it on his head, lay down on the table, and stopped moving.

Qi Siming felt that he couldn't bear it anymore.

The last light blue reminder lights of the smart desk went out one by one. It’s not too dark in room under the daylight, Qi Siming knocked on the skull under the clothes and said impatiently, "Hey, this classmate, do you know that this is a fire? Even if it's a drill, you can save your face and escape?"

Qi Siming is really not running against Ling Yan. He has a lot of faces, and his cheeks are real. The little spat in class just now doesn't make him embarrassed, let alone make him care.

But it was obvious that Ling Yan was still thinking about it.

He lifted off a corner of his clothes, stunned Qi Siming's hand, stared at him and threw three short sentences: "I'm sick", "Can't go", and "Leave me alone."

Fuck.

Qi Siming was speechless.

The outer corridors were chattering in chaos, and the broadcast was tirelessly reminding classmates to evacuate quickly. Qi Siming was worried about a few common passages for power outages, for fear that the group of unconscious snacks in the class had gone wrong.

And the child in front of him looked at him provocatively, as if watching him what to do with him.

Qi Siming has seen a lot of special individuals in the class. If there is enough time, he has 800 ways to make people kneel down and call father afterwards, but because he was frustrated with him and didn't participate in group activities, Qi Siming was really saw the first time.

He almost laughed at Ling Yan. He is too lazy to say, just walked out with his leg up, muttering, "Sure, you can just stay here if you love it."

Ling Yan was stunned by this sudden stop.

When Qi Siming turned abruptly, he couldn't see his back. He also felt that he was haunted, and his expression was dejected and he coughed silently.

I have to say that the school is really very work hard. It just simulates the effect of the thick smoke in the fire. Although it knows that there are no harmful substances in it, it is still very uncomfortable to inhale. Ling Yan didn't want to move, and clicked on his uia, wondering how to hack into the central computer to pinch the smoke.

But that central computer seems to be very expensive and high-level. He can't even get inside the server. He coughed and his face was flushed with tears in his eyes, but he still didn't give up on tapping a little bit.

In the dense fog, a figure walked back aggressively. Before Ling Yan had time to react, his uia was forcibly shut down. His arm was numb at first, and then he suddenly headed down. carried on someone’s shoulders.

Qi Siming is undoubtedly this pretentious look.

Ling Yan was startled, and instinctively went to struggle.

Qi Siming went and returned. Of course, he knew that the kid couldn't be tractable. He reached out and slapped him on the ass preemptively. He threatened, "Hey, be tractable with me. Don't think I will dare to beat you even you are sick!"

Qi Siming checked the information before and saw a study result dumbfounded: half of people with mental disorders have symptoms for the first time at the age of 12, and young people are most likely to die due to illness.

Qi Siming feels that he is really a fucking squad leader. Now he can even be a humanoid porter. Forget it, I just did a good thing that day. This kind of unorganized and undisciplined child, he can really kick people. Kick down from the third floor.

The central computer in the teaching building suspended the elevators and shortcuts. Qi Siming could only carry people up the stairs, but Ling Yan was so backed by him and completely quit—he had never been so close to people before, and he still used such an embarrassment. His posture was ashamed and annoyed, and he only felt that the blood all over his body was pouring to his face, making his face fried and crackling.

He smashed Qi Siming's back in a stern, violent manner, shouting loudly, "Qi Siming, you bastard, let me down, you fucking let me down!"

What Qi Siming said was only a juvenile body shape. Although his stature was splayed, his shoulders were still thin and slender. With a big living person, but he stepped wild at his feet, stepping several steps, bumping and utterly making Ling Yan miserable.

Hearing his curse, Qi Siming was not moved. He slapped him in disgust, probably because he felt good in the hand, and squeezed his ass as a j_ia_n, "Ancestor, you can stop for a while, small body. Yes, your brother may drop you."

Then Qi Siming swaggered downstairs with Ling Yan, through the crowd, and across the playground.

In other words, Qi Siming is also a character who often showed his face in school. Don’t know what he thought. He is like a bandit leader who just finished his robbery and is showing off his spoils. Said that "this child is not willing to go, I will act as a personal car driver."

Ling Yan's resistance was ineffective, and he almost died of shame and anger.

It’s even more serious when approach the class. The girls started to booze the squash from a distance, one by one shouting without shame, that the squad leader, I also want to be carried on your shoulders, Qi Siming opened his mouth and said, "You want a fart, hurry up. Stand still, look back and forth to see if someone has gone to the toilet."

There are so many people he has to worry about, and Ling Yan is really just one of them.

The child grinned, he didn't care, and he didn't care much about it. There are also many students in special situations in the class, poor, bereavement, and strong backgrounds. In Qi Siming's eyes, Ling Yan is just one with a different physical condition. He is the squad leader, he is accustomed to seeing six ways, but he is not used to spreading love.

"Fuck, you are quite heavy." Qi Siming bends down and puts the person down.

He moved his neck and arms, just like finishing his homework, he turned over when he sent it to the place. Qi Siming looked around and saw that Class B was occupying a large shade of trees. He unconsciously shouted at the squad leader of that squad, "Lu Jiantong, move your squad to the north to make room for my squad... …There are so many young girls in my class who can’t get the sun, so hurry up and move a little bit..."

Ling Yan stood there, his ears were red, and his heart was beating. Before he returned to the team, Qi Siming's hot palm touched his back. What followed was his helpless tone: "Ancestor, stand in line, what are you doing standing stupidly?"