The elderly are always prone to being insane, and even more so when recalling the past.

When he came to his senses, a hand with distinct joints reached under his nose, knocked down the control button with a "splash", and then took it back.

The old man raised his head, and Qin Jue smiled at him: "You continue, we can do it."

After saying that, he strode to the floor-to-ceiling window, and another candidate who violated the rules was standing there waiting for him.

call--

The window glass disappeared instantly, and the cold wind in late winter came in.

The candidate stood at the edge of the platform, looking down at the brilliant lights under the tall building. Looking from the side, his thin eyelids were hanging, his expression was cold and calm.

For a moment, the old man inexplicably felt—

If the invigilator who has long been blurred takes off his sunglasses, he must have such eyebrows and eyes.

...

You "Huo" looked at it for a while, then turned his head and asked, "From this point?"

The old man said his tone was similar.

Like the invigilator, he always had a not very enthusiastic accent.

Thinking of his first arrival, the old man comforted him and said, "Yes, just go down from there, look down to the lower right, there should be a long ladder. Just step on that one."

You "Huo" glanced at his feet.

The steel bars are nailed to the wall, one by one, continuing from above and down, without a glance.

If you are a person who is afraid of heights, your heart will be beat faster at a glance.

Because his temperament seems familiar, the old man couldn't help but say a few more words: "I'm afraid of it, right? I'm actually very quick to overcome it psychologically."

Qin Zhong no longer remembers the past 12 punishments.

He saw it curiously as if he had been here for the first time, and then he smiled and said, "Do you have to overcome it? I don't mind waiting for you for a while. The steel ladder is not too long."

You "Huo" glanced at him, then jumped up.

Qin Jue stood for a moment, suddenly laughed, and jumped down.

“…”

Jump one in a second.

The old man swallowed the old man's comforting words, thinking that he had seen a ghost.

I haven't seen each other for many years, but the weird ones can actually make a pair.

But he couldn't help but sigh.

Although his appearance has not changed, Qin Jue is different now than before.

Just like a long knife wrapped in a film coat, a blade light will leak out only in some unintentional moments.

As a person who has experienced this, this kind of change is not unfamiliar to the eyes of the elderly and is very common in life.

It’s like someone who loses something and can’t find it for a long time, and becomes absent-minded when speaking and doing things. To others, they seem lazy and cold, and only after a moment of occasionally coming back to their senses can you show a hint of daily vitality.

That state is exactly the same as that of Qin Zao now.

But Qin Jun is good at arms and legs, and he is neither injured nor disabled.

The old man thought about it but didn't realize what he had lost.

He lowered his head and began to feel drowsy again.

The old man suddenly remembered...

Oh, the other candidate didn’t register!

***

If you didn't register this, you "huo" was intentional.

The instrument that presses the palm of the hand is too good to record and has past records. According to Qin Jue's display, candidates and examiners are bound to each other during the period.

He pressed it down with a slap, and maybe a string of records from examiner A would come out.

Let's just forget it for the time being.

The process of falling was unexpectedly long.

The cold wind comes from bottom to top, and thousands of arrows are blowing, causing pain in people's skin.

After a long time, his speed suddenly dropped. He smashed into a ball of soft cushion and instantly made a quick buffer.

He stood up straight and looked closely and found himself standing next to a stack of sponge pads, which were covered with a dark green cloth cover. These things just caught him.

Not far away is a sand pit, and a little further away is a plastic runway and Yinyin lawn.

This is a playground.

The sunset was setting, and students were in groups of three or five, laughing everywhere.

Except for the place where you are at the site of Yu Huo, there are people everywhere.

With a slight rope, the soft pad next to it sounded again.

You "Huo" turned his head and saw Qin Zuo leaning sideways and jumping off the cushion.

"Where?" Qin Jue's dark eyes swept around: "High school?"

"Yes." You "Huo" said: "I'm sure you're not wrong?"

It is clean everywhere here, and you really can't see where this is necessary.

You won't clean it with a broom, right?

"When punishing people, the system will never admit the wrong door." Qin Zuo walked around the half-person-high cushion and said, "I'll look for..."

“What to look for?”

"There is usually a cleaning list that tells the punished person what conditions need to be completed before the cleaning is over-ah found."

There was a sticky note at Qin Jue's feet, which was inserted at the edge of the soft sand pit.

Paper is turmeric and can easily be ignored.

A few lines of words are printed on the note:

>Subjects for this exam: Politics

>Involved test points: Philosophy (materialism and idealism)

>Candidates in this examination room frequently experience excessive reactions, resulting in the effect originally limited to candidates expanding unreasonably to everyone in the examination room (including candidates and related roles of questions), and the examination room frequently loses control.

>According to relevant regulations, if the same examination room has lost control for more than 5 consecutive times, it must be maintained and cleaned.

>The cleaning tasks are now released as follows:

[Please apply for the punishment to properly clean up all subjective fabricated objects and restore the order of the examination room to a controllable range.]

politics?

philosophy?

Materialistic and mindful?

You Huo's eyes moved to the playground again: "Where did the subjective fabric come from?"

Qin Jue: "I can't say it, maybe these people are."

You "huo" didn't say anything.

The bell of the get out of class rang in the entire teaching area, and several physical education teachers blew whistles in different places in the "playing field".

The girls gathered everywhere in groups of three or three. On the basketball court, the boys still made another basket, and then they carried the ball out of the field.

"It's a little green, I don't seem to like this kind of idea very much." Qin Jue suddenly said.

You 『其』: "?"

He came to his senses and saw Qin Jue's hands were in his pockets, looking extremely bored, and he was slightly bowing his body to look at his face with a study of sexual gaze.

You 『回』: "…”

"What are you doing?"

Qin Jue: "Report your face color changes."

"—I just got a little white for a moment, but now I'm a little bit woody."

You 『回』: "…”

Qin Jue's eyes fell a little, and he watched his lips pursed into a line.

You "Huo" endured for a moment, and couldn't help it: "What bad things did you eat before you come?"

"No." Qin Jue stood up straight, "I jumped into a building and was in a good mood."

If the old man guarding the gate heard this, he would probably have to cover his heart again.

But the rapid fall process did bring him a long-lost stimulation.

It's not the stimulation of this thing itself, but the place.

He thought that the 12 punishments he had forgotten must not be difficult, or... something that pleased him should have happened in the process.

So much so that just a hint of familiarity made him feel happy.

***

"You are here!" A voice came from afar.

You "come" looks in the sound.
To be continued...