In the future, if you can’t take a six-50 or more, you can’t even go to undergraduate, or even get into the mill to screw.
The future is like this, because the advent of a new technology has allowed all people to progress in a way that is disproportionate.
It’s just that autonomous human beings are being eliminated, and everyone is like a machine.
1.
Headline news: The success rate of secondary school has been the lowest in the province, but this year more than 100 people have been enrolled in North China, with a 99 per cent rate, only because of the introduction of “adaptive psychology”.
On TV, the founder of adaptive psychology spoke passionately:
“According to adaptive psychology camps! I’ll give you 700+! Qinghua North is not a dream!”
In the second and third class, there was talk.
“Did you hear? This year more than a hundred people have been admitted to the North China University. I’m sorry.
“Everybody’s gone crazy. This adaptive psychology is so divine! Students are said to be able to adapt quickly to high-intensity brushes and feel very happy. I’m sorry.
“I hear our school wants to introduce adaptive psychology. It had to be temporarily abandoned because of insufficient funding. I’m sorry.
“Don’t bring that in. It turns people into machines for exams. I’m sorry.
We said, “Yes, what rolls, and it is in the way of the king who lies flat.” I’m sorry.
The students joined in and yelled at the insides to discuss what to do during the summer.
Back home after school, my mother was excited to yell at me, “Son, we’re starting our first adaptive psycho-training camp in our region, and we’re recruiting summer students. I’m sorry.
I look forward to it, as if the north of the country was in sight.
“Go on! I’m sorry.
2.
On the first day of the summer, I met a bunch of kids in the camp and had to laugh at each other.
Only three students in the class didn’t show up, the first and second generation and my girlfriend.
3.
The average class costs $30,000, the super class is closed management, and it costs 150,000.
Our family is just an ordinary family, and my parents called me for a regular class.
The staff sent me a questionnaire.
The first question is something that prevents me from learning.
And We have not hesitated to fill the glory of the King, and have chosen the measure of its measure.
This was followed by a series of activities such as sleeping and basketball.
I hesitated to write about my girlfriend Wanda, but she was also my driving force, so I didn’t fill it out.
The second is something or event that I fear most.
I thought about the story of my father when I was a kid about the old man in the village, and that was my biggest childhood shadow, and I wrote “the pale and rotting zombie.”
When completed, the staff member asked me to return to class in three days.
4.
On the first day of the class, the psychologist brought our regular class students to a soft lawn so that we could sit comfortably in the shade and send one of us a cell phone and glasses.
I put my glasses on, I turn on my phone, I’m familiar with the King’s Glory interface, and I’m confused to see the smileful teacher.
“Just play the game. He says:
I thought I was going to be trained hard, and I was looking forward to it. It’s such a good thing to play a game.
As I played to the top, I couldn’t help but whispered, the screen of the mobile phone was suddenly torn by a white hand, half of its rotting face was stretched out of a crack, with a big mouth open at me.
I was horrified to throw my cell phone out and screamed all around, but I was afraid that other students would find something similar.
I was groaning with my chest, and several uniformed psychologists came to us, standing not far from a line of high security guards.
“Don’t panic, line up with me. The teacher said:
Dissatisfied protests were heard, but no one was really making a scene because of the security guards who were waiting so far.
5.
A queue followed the psychologist to a house with a row of beds with weird instruments.
“Please lie still in bed and try to relax. I’m sorry.
I lay in bed, and a staff member fixed my head and pulled it over my face.
I looked at the ceiling through the glass of the mask and suddenly felt like I was lying in a coffin.
I’m losing consciousness.
I had a long dream in which Li Bai, the assassin who was turned into a zombie, ran.
Open my eyes, I touch my swollen head, but I only touch the cold instrument.
Where am I?
The shrink saw me wake up for me to get rid of the instruments.
I sat up and rubbed my temple, remembering that it was the first day of my psyche, and then what happened, but I couldn’t remember.
The psychologist smiled and said, “Today’s lesson is over and tomorrow’s school is on time. I’m sorry.
6.
I walked out of school, was blown by the wind and was sober, but the memory of the day was still very blurred.
Back home, parents haven’t left work yet.
I took out my cell phone and wanted to beat the king’s glory while nobody was talking.
Looking at the jumper, the flashing screen, I felt a panic for no reason.
I didn’t finish one game and I quit the game.
Is that what psychology does?
A month later, I stopped all recreational activities.
I don’t want to go out. I just want to stay in the house. The formula that once made me sleepy now gives me a great pleasure, even for dinner.
Parents always look at me with joy.
And I don’t even know what this shift is about.
In any case, 30,000 dollars is certainly not spent, and the right amount is worth more.
7.
After school, all the laughter in the class disappeared, and the eyes of all the students who went to psychological training were stuck to the books, and the eyes were on the books and on the books, and the text was whispered while they were running.
Schoolmasters, schoolteachers, school leaders watch us nods.
In the classroom, I’m just as serious as any other classmate.
“Who says he doesn’t want to become a learning machine?” I’m sorry.
I looked up, and I laughed, with some shame, and said, “For those of us who have no mines in our homes, college can change their fate.” Let’s focus on learning before we go to college, okay? I’m sorry.
She left and turned away.
I hesitated to keep my head down and went after her.
8.
The first monthly exam was posted in front of the classroom, and I took 670, just midstream.
I’m in deep inside, but it’s actually unexpected, and after all, everybody’s in psychology.
It’s a good thing they’re not comparing them with class, but with students in the province. I’m in a big city, and there’s a lot of places that don’t have adaptive psychology camps, and I think I can go far beyond them.
I looked down and stayed on the little one’s name. Once in class number one, in front of me, in the middle/downstream at 660 points.
And I looked at him, and he was down, and his lips were tight.
My mouth can’t hold up.
I’m ashamed of my heart, but I have to admit, I envy him.
It was so unfair to focus wisdom, sport and handsomeness on him alone.
He had the highest grades in the course of his classes while he was secretly reading extracurricular books.
He’s very good at sports and always wins girls’ screams on basketball.
Especially in that math class, he solved a complex problem and the method was much simpler than the reference to the answer.
A round of applause broke out across the class, led by a math teacher.
“Oh, my God, he’s too strong!” I’m sorry.
Although I know that her words were nothing but words, nothing else, my heart was still sick.
I don’t think I’m being too careful. A man who does not need to do much to get ahead, who is far ahead of you in every respect, asking how many can be at peace and not be jealous?
9
Little pale, she’s the second last.
The last two generations of rich and rich are funny-looking and careless.
I’m surprised that the top 10 were all in the super-psychological class.
And I covered my eyes with tears, and said: “Why don’t you report yourself to a psychological training camp? It’s really working.” I’m sorry.
After the evening self-study, Wanda called me and said that she and her parents had agreed to take a month off from school to go to super-psychological classes and leave tomorrow. In counselling institutions, teachers are responsible for teaching the high school curriculum without fear of dropping out.
I was very curious about the super class, and the next night I sent a message to Wander.
“Are you in class today? I’m sorry.
“A questionnaire was made about something that prevented me from learning. Then I put on a hood, and I couldn’t sleep off at night except to wash my hair. I’m sorry.
Then she sent me a selfie. The hood looks like a silver hat, it’s light, it doesn’t look special.
I asked, “Did you fill out anything that scared you?” I’m sorry.
“None. I’m sorry.
“How does it feel to wear a hood? I’m sorry.
“The scalp gets numb from time to time, and the psychologist says it’s micro-electrical. I’m going to bed. You too. I’m sorry.
“Good night, darling. I’m sorry.
After a month. Girlfriends return to me slowly, with fewer words, often just “um,” “good” and “no.”
But I think it’s good that she’s focused on learning.
10,
He doesn’t read extra-curricular books or sleep on the table. He learns day and night, like us.
But how can his attention and enthusiasm for learning be compared to those of us who are professionally trained?
And We saw him with his eyebrow locked, and heard his groaning, and never returned to his former spring wind.
Disguised, and his frustration caused us to be self-sufficient.
It makes no difference to us that the geniuses who were once in the clouds fell into dust and worked so hard that they did not get what they deserved.
Years later, looking back, I felt like a bird watching a crane fall.
11,
Before the midterm examination, Wanda returned to school.
The test scores came out, little one was third in the countdown, and the last one was Little Rich.
First in class is Wanda.
I knew that Wanda was actually a very talented man. But she’s a romantic, she loves paintings, she doesn’t focus on learning, she’s just up the middle.
She had said that she only wanted to take one of the ordinary universities and that she would be looking for an average but easy job in the future, and spend the rest of her time on her favorite paintings.
I asked her why she didn’t take the exam, and she said that paintings were a hobby, not a job.
At this point, she stares at her report card and shows a smile, which I find very rigid.
12,
It’s Wanda’s birthday. She’s a birthday person.
I decided to leave school for a while, celebrate her birthday and celebrate her first grade.
I ordered her a cake on the phone and showed her the chosen cake picture. I know she likes the colours, so the cakes are fine with butter.
But she wrinkled, and said, “It’s ugly. I’m sorry.
I’m a little surprised, but if I don’t want to spoil it, I’ll give her my phone and let her choose.
“Good, take it. I’m sorry.
She’s been looking at a cake picture for a long time, and she’s looking so hot.
I look at the past, and my heart rises uncontrollably, and when I see the cake, I get a cold sweat.
The cake is a white square, with a black spot of chocolate lit in a thick line, far as it looks like a test paper, and the center has a number — 750 in chocolate sauce.
The presentation of the cake says “the favorite of adaptation psychology students”.
“I remember your favorite color. Why this one? I asked.
“At the moment?” she seemed to meditate and said, “I don’t know why the taste was so vulgar. I’m sorry.
Looks like she’s dark without a bright eye and I’m cold.
13,
At noon on her birthday, we went to a Western restaurant with cake. On the way, I was talking to her, and she was just, uh-uh-uh.
She went into the restaurant and just sat down, she said she opened the cake box without a candle, cut herself a large piece and ate it with a fork.
I looked at her as if she had not noticed my presence at all, and the face of this food-eating man would be ashamed of himself if he saw him.
And what’s weirder, is that her mouth is full of a faint smile.
It took only three minutes for her to fix a big piece of cake.
Then her eyes fell on the remaining piece of cake, cutting off the remaining “750” and putting it in her mouth, with that weird smile on her face.
“I’m full. Let’s go back to school. * She rubbed her mouth and said to me without an expression *
“But the steak is not on yet. I stammered and said,
“Too slow. No, let’s go back. I’m sorry.
“But today is your birthday…”
She couldn’t wait to finish her speech.
“Wait for yourself. Why waste time on meaningless things? I’m sorry.
She’s walking away.
I sat there staring and looked back and found the cold sweat all over my body.
14.
On New Year ‘ s Day, the school placed red lanterns in front of its doors and windows in order to increase the holiday atmosphere.
Students in the arts class decorated their work in the corridors, with various paintings and the production of fine ceremonial lamps.
However, the students walk in the corridors of light and never look at the works of art, murmuring in their mouths the ancient poetry that must be written, like the cursing curse of the monks.
The sound of the bell at the end of the evening self-study is ringing, and no one leaves the classroom, and everyone will study until the school building is out of power.
Even on New Year’s Eve, we’ll be learning. For us, pleasure and tranquillity can be achieved only if we are immersed in textbooks and exercises.
The time has come for the power outage, the lights in the classroom have gone out, and people are fighting to put textbooks in school bags and run towards the dormitories, fearing that a little time will be wasted.
The first girl to run out of the classroom made a frightened scream.
No one cared about her, and the books were still being packed.
The second man who ran out of the classroom was a boy who also made a cry.
I packed the books, and as a group of students ran out of the classroom, the head of Peyton got sore.
There are two rows of pale faces on the side of the corridor, under the green light of a safe exit, like the evil spirit that escaped from hell.
15,
I looked at it carefully before I realized it. We’re in the middle of a portrait that is painted in black and white, and in the dark, the faces of the people in the picture are so ugly.
After a brief panic, the students quickly calmed down. I don’t know what’s going on, but what does that have to do with us? All we care about is results.
The crowd has been rushing towards the dormitories, and the sound of the footsteps echoes in the long corridor.
The man in the picture smiles at us with the mouth of a black hole.
As I was about to rush to the stairwell, I stopped, and I saw Mong standing in front of a portrait, focused on his brush.
The beautiful face of the young girl in the painting was quickly painted as dead white.
Wanda, what are you doing?
She didn’t seem to hear it.
I called her “Wanda!”
“This painting is ugly. How can it be so colorful? I’m going crazy when I see it. I have to change it. I have to change it. She whispered.
“Want, come on. I’m sorry.
I took the brush in her hand.
“Give it back. I have to change it! I’m sorry.
She reached out to rob.
At that time, a fireworks exploded in the sky and the glamorous light was visible in the corridor.
The minion screamed, tearing his hair to pieces and then hitting his head against the wall.
I was in shock, holding her tight.
She’s so strong, I can’t hold her.
A pyrotechnic went up into the sky, and the white, small and twisted faces were all painted.
“I can’t take it! I can’t take it!”
Wanda struggled harder, and she jumped out the window, on the sixth floor.
“Somebody! Somebody! Somebody! I’m crying out for help.
However, the footsteps of the students are getting farther away and no one wants to turn around for us.
At a time of despair, one hand was stretched over, holding on to her tiny arms and working with me to pull her back from the window.
Turns out Little One heard something and ran back to help us.
16
The fireworks are finally over and May has calmed down.
The dormitory was about to close, and I took her back to the girls’ dormitory and watched her go upstairs until her back disappeared.
There were intermittent pyrotechnics at night, and I was concerned that I would not sleep at night for the first time since I attended a psychological training camp.
The next day, May didn’t come to class.
She had a lot of noise last night, she hit her head against the wall, and the aunt had informed her parents and sent her to a psychiatric hospital.
I think I’m the most irresponsible boyfriend in the world.
There were a lot of anomalies before the little man went crazy. I saw it, but I didn’t care.
I think that last night those classmates, who heard my cry for help, were lazy.
We’re all like losing our humanity.
Are these the faults of adaptive psychology?
I felt a panic.
Impossible! Adapting to psychology is a good thing.
Wait, why am I talking about adaptive psychology? Why would it scare me to oppose it?
A terrible idea is born — since adaptive psychology gives me a higher chance than I deserve — it must also make me its faithful believer, disquieted by a slight insubordination.
It’s terrible. Adaptive psychology is just brainwashing.
The panic in my heart has increased and almost became a flood of emotion, flooding me.
“Adaptist psychology is poison! That’s what I’m gonna say. “I forgot that I was in self-study, holding my head almost open, yelling.
More than 50 pairs of hostile eyes were staring at me as if I was talking not about psychology, but about their mother.
I’m too busy covering my mouth, and I’m afraid I’m going to a psychiatric hospital.
17,
The next day, I almost split into two of me. One I just want to rot, the other I want to study hard; one I think adaptive psychology is poison, the other I think adaptive psychology is the best thing in the world.
It’s hard to survive the rest of the semester and have a cold break.
I was tired of pushing the door open, but I met my mother’s excited smile.
“Son, I gave you a super class in adaptive psychology! I’m sorry.
18,
I said, “Mom, do you know that one of our super class students is crazy. I’m sorry.
She said, “It’s as if it’s called Wanda.” I’m sorry.
I said, “Why do you want me to go to super class?” I’m sorry.
She said, “She’s the only one who’s gone crazy, of course it’s her own problem. It’s too fragile to suffer. I’m sorry.
And I held my heart on fire for a long time, and said, “She went to the superclass, and she was very bright, and she had no psychological problems. Since she went to super class, she’s had a lot of unusual moves and even gone crazy to commit suicide. Mom, adaptive psychology is not a good thing. I don’t want to go. I’m sorry.
Mother cried out, “Son, have you seen the news lately? Adaptive psychology camps have been established throughout the country, with poor families participating on a loan basis.
“It’s good that the price of the super class has gone up again, and many families can’t afford it, so they give us a chance.
“The top class is in the super class. You’re the family’s hope. Your father and I have to pay for the iron.
“The expert predicts that next year the undergraduate line will be 650, and we have no choice. I’m sorry.
I bit my teeth and said, “I’ll go to work if I can’t get into college, and I won’t become a learning machine.” I’m sorry.
“We have already paid our tuition, and the contract says there is no refund. In order to pay your tuition, your father and I sold the car. We’ll get up an hour early and take the bus to work. It’s not a deal. You have to go! I’m sorry.
I looked at my mother with no confidence and said, “Does your grades matter more than my mental health in the eyes of your father? I’m sorry.
She said, “Everyone is in a training camp, and it’s only a few who are crazy, and I believe in the psychological qualities of my son. All right, go back to your room and report to the training camp tomorrow. Tonight, Mom will make you a red rib. I’m sorry.
I ran into the room and banged the door.
19,
In the afternoon, I went to the mall to buy rubber heads and wigs.
I learned from the conversation with Wanda that the super class participants would wear electric current-stimulation masks.
The use of rubber heads to block electricity should prevent brain effects.
I’m going to join the super class and see for myself what drives me crazy.
20,
On the first day of the class, the participants in the super class were wearing silver masks.
I didn’t lose my head, I didn’t change my emotional thinking, and it was the rubber head that worked.
In the morning, only classes and self-study, as in school.
It’s just the look on the book that reminds me of the faces of the male and female protagonists in certain yellow films.
In the afternoon, there will be one hour of recreational time, and there will be a variety of recreational facilities in the recreation room, including extracurricular books, video games, canvas pens and film board cards. Or you can walk out of your room by the pond.
However, the students seemed to be in such pain as to hold not interesting extracurricular books but hot potato.
They walk by the pond, and their faces are full of torment, as if they were in purgatory, while they are in the shadows of the wind.
Many of the students snuck into the classroom and were driven back to the recreation room or to the sunshine outdoors, forcing them to continue to do their favorite things.
Some of the participants were angry and loud, and the security guards went and held him down like a pig who did not want to go to the slaughterhouse. If you do not listen, you will be forced to inject tranquilizers.
In connection with the brain function of biology, I’ve been able to guess the effect of a silver hood.
In learning, the hood stimulates specific parts of the brain and gives participants a sense of pleasure. If you do something that has nothing to do with learning, the hood stimulates the brain and causes intense pain.
That’s why the little obnoxious color, the silver hood forced her favorite painting to be associated with the feeling of pain.
21 – 21
At 10:30 p.m., on the basis of a questionnaire, I and other participants who had filled in “The Glory of the King” were taken to a screening room to watch a 15-minute short film.
We just sat down and all the lights in the room went out, except for the gray and white light from the projector.
The color of the short film is dark, and it’s eccentric, like a horror film, and it’s creepy.
The message was that a boy who liked to play king was proud and failed to devote all his energy to learning, leading to the high examination and having to work in a factory.
He worked late at night, without leave, low pay and confined to a narrow basement.
His youthful and dynamic face was crawling with wrinkles, and his thick black hair became thin ash.
His eyes were full of exhaustion in darkness, and he did not find a single spark, like cockroaches in dark corners.
Did I think of Wanda, who sat in this dark room every night, watching the sad life of a girl who loved drawings but failed?
She was so fond of drawings. I can’t imagine how desperate she was.
I looked in my eyes at the other students around me, and the projector’s bright and dark light was on their faces.
Which part of the brain would a silver hood stimulate? Memories, I guess.
22,
Short film’s over, I’m back in the dorm.
One day’s torture finally ended and I was relieved and in a soft bed.
The voice of a sweet and sweet woman came from the horns on the wall:
“The nighttime broadcast will now begin. I’m sorry.
“Students are the only way to change fate. Only with good results can there be a bright future…”
“The highest failure is the end of a lack of hard work, and the worst of life in the future…”
“Adaptive psychology is one of the greatest inventions of mankind, leading all mankind to true happiness…”
“We should believe in all theories of adaptive psychology, which is the future of mankind…”
The rest of the students in the dormitory listened in camera and were intoxicated with their faces, as the faithful listened to the guidance of God.
Perhaps because I’ve had similar education in ordinary classes, and perhaps human nature prefers to accept the preposterous rhetoric rather than the fact of uncertainty.
I feel like I’ve split into two more people, one of whom I shouted and endorsed every word on the radio; the other of whom I just wanted to cover my ears and stop a virus-like thought.
I hold my head, I strangle in my bellows, and I feel terrible pain. The calm was gradually restored long after the broadcast had ended.
23,
As days pass, I wonder more and more whether my guess of the rationale of the hood is correct.
However, there is only one way to prove it, that is, to wear it in person.
It’s in my head. It’s not gonna happen.
“Put it on this morning and take it off at night. Just one day, it’ll be fine. I’m sorry.
I went into the toilet, took off the rubber hood and wig, hid in a school bag and put a silver hood on my head.
The current runs through the scalp and brings a sesame.
A sense of urgency came to me from the bottom of my heart, and the mountains fell to the sea.
As if I had a hairline, I washed it fast, washed it into the dining room and swallowed it in the belly before I could chew.
The faster I move, the more I can feel the unspoken pleasure.
I ran into the study room and came up with the subject.
The moment I saw it in black and white, I felt so much more joy and comfort than any video game brought me.
It fits my guess.
24,
I’ve been reading a novel, and I’m the “rural teacher” of Liu Zhisin.
I love the science fiction of Dae Liu, which always inspires my infinite imagination of the vast universe.
I began to imagine the genetic function of the memory of high-level civilization in novels…
An electric current hits the brain through the skin, and it strikes at me with intense pain.
I began to imagine the high-tech weapons that destroy stars in novels…
I was almost crushed by negative emotions, and I was shaking.
I had to stop thinking and start answering:
“One is clever: it’s the intersection of two clues, and it’s the suspense of two different and emptied stories, and it gives readers more attention to the development and fate of people. Highlighted the theme and demonstrated the sad heroism theme. I’m sorry.
The feeling of joy finally returned.
I’m so relieved. I’m so comfortable.
I suddenly understood the true horror of the silver hood — it destroys my imagination and binds me to the box of standard answers.
25,
At night, I walked into the bathroom and it was time to take off the silver hood.
My fingers touched the cold hood, but I hesitated.
Because the hood can achieve the ultimate goal of my life — happiness.
I’m just an ordinary man who wants to live happily ever after. For me, money and education are the means to happiness.
There are frustrations and frustrations in the real world, and it is easy to be happy.
Unmatched happiness can easily be achieved by wearing this mask and acting in accordance with the requirements of adaptive psychology.
There will be no thought, nor pain.
But is this really what I want?
If you had a chance, would you choose harsh reality or false happiness?
No hesitation, no hesitation, no hesitation.
My eyes were slightly humid, and a silver hood was pulled off.
26,
At the end of the training camp, the winter break was also over.
I went back to school and I found out that Xiao-a didn’t come to school.
I sent him a message to know he dropped out of school to work.
With the spread of adaptive psychology, he has not been able to go to university at all.
He added that habilitation psychology had provided university students with study and research training. It won’t be long before the university becomes like high school.
He hates this environment and prefers to work.
27,
The influence of the regular psychology class on me is getting weaker, and I refuse to be educated in the training camp again.
Unsuspected, my grades are down and I’ve scored 610 in high school, not even a college.
Most of them chose to repeat it, but I chose to work at the factory.
My parents are in pain, but I’m calm and I work with real machines every day, better than being in a human machine.
I saw Xiao-il at the factory, the day I went in, the day he left.
He laughed at me and said, “The last thing I regret in my life is to give up my exams. Working in the water line from morning to night, all energy is spent on the dry, repetitive work of screws and parts. Come home late at night and fall asleep.
“For a long time, even if there are more ambivalent and more ambivalent, there will be nothing.
“I’m going to join adaptive psychology training camp and retake high school. I’d like to be a happy machine now, not a painful walker. I’m sorry.
28,
After a while of work, I learned everything about Xiao, but I still don’t want to go back to high school.
But pain keeps me alive.
That morning, as always, I worked by the water line. The manager suddenly stopped and said he wanted to announce good news.
“Everyone, let me tell you the good news that our company is about to introduce a practical psychology training camp. After training, we can all work happily. I’m sorry.
I looked around and saw a face that was either peaceful or happy.
I stood up and said, “Can we not do it?” I’m sorry.
The factory director frowned on me like he saw an annoying fly and said, “This is the company’s new rule, and if you don’t agree, you can leave.” You know, all companies do that. I’m sorry.
How I would have liked to have heard that.
However, those who work hard will not object.
Those who are admitted to a good university are students in adaptive psychology and, of course, are very supportive.
In high school, parents had emptied their savings in order to get me to participate in adaptive psychology training camps.
Parents are getting older every day, and there will be a lot of money to spend. What choice do I have besides accepting?
29,
After three years of painful and useless resistance, I put on a silver hood and became a part of the water line, working with all my attention.
When the bell rings for dinner, we’ll line up and run to the cafeteria.
The food in the canteen changed from cooking to stew, and eventually became a sticky unknown. And we’re more happy than we’re eating.
If we meet the director of the factory, we’ll split up into two teams, with a luminous smile on our face, and say, “Good boss.” I’m sorry.
30,
In order to avoid delays in going to and from work, employees volunteered to set up tents in the open area in front of the factory.
In an effort to improve our living conditions, the factory director built a line of iron-coated houses, which he sold to us at a price of $100,000 each, paid in instalments and was automatically deducted from the salary per month.
There was no other set-up in each of the iron houses, but only four beds.
With the help of the silver hood, we quickly fell in love with the Iron House.
Adaptive psychology is rapidly spreading across companies.
The parents also lived in the iron house and sold their former home.
31,
The workers in the factory continued to suffer from cervical and kidney diseases.
The director is very concerned about our health and, in cooperation with real estate companies, every five days we are allowed to work on construction sites for one day, to work hard and to be healthy.
Civilians were accommodated in iron-coated houses and property dealers purchased residential areas at low prices, completely levelled the ground and built villas and gardens.
I worked hard to stir up cement and build a new home for the boss.
Not far away, the rest of the workers are driving to destroy our homes.
A residential building collapsed, and the dust covered the sky.
It will not be long before the dust is completely quelled, as was the case with a happy family.
32.
In order not to delay our marriage, the director of the factory randomly formed a couple of men and women.
He promised that the birth of a child would be accompanied by a unified care and education and would not delay our work.
My wife is a little girl with a sack of face. But what does it matter if it’s just to make a man?
At night, the two of us were as careful as we were to finish our work and were afraid of hitting the bedboard on the top, and there was no need to argue with others.
Feels good, though happier than real work.
Others are like us, but we are not ashamed at all, let alone care.
I’ve achieved my life’s goals without a blind date, without a bride price, without a fight with my wife, without a mortgage, without worrying about the education of my children.
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One day at noon, the food bell rings.
I ran to the cafeteria with other staff.
When we passed through the factory director’s office, we met the manager, who was wearing a silver hood like us.
He bowed to us in circles and kept saying, “Well done, well done, well done.” I’m sorry.
We’ll take a few steps back and bow down. I’m sorry.
And he bowed himself before us, and his head croaked, and he said, ‘No, no.’ I’m sorry.
The feeling of sterilisation of the scalp has disappeared for the time being, probably because the scene was too spectacular and the silver hood was not sure how to react.
The staff are in a state of confusion.
The assistant director came and removed the silver hood from the head of the factory and hid it in the bag.
Although the assistant was also wearing a silver hood, he saw hatred in the eyes of the manager.
“What’s going on?” I’m sorry.
And the assistant put aside his hatred, and put on his smile, and said, “You fell, and your head accidentally fell on the window, so you were a little confused. I’m sorry.
“Oh, what are you doing standing here? Hurry up and eat. I’m sorry.
The electricity in the silver hood is back to normal, and we continue to run to the canteen.
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Most of the staff immediately went to eat, while a few stopped, staring straight at the walls.
It’s a painting on the wall.
I breathed, and this colored, painting style reminds me of me alone, Wander.
The drawings are familiar water lines, with a long conveyor belt standing in front of a pair of male and female workers.
Looking at it, it is not hard to understand that the direction of the conveyor belt represents the passage of time and that it is a process of gradual ageing of men and women.
My vision has moved in the direction of the conveyor belt, which has gradually become described from the young and beautiful to the dead, as the dry bodies of dry flesh.
Then there was a little girl with a face like peach blossom, who wanted to be their child.
Finally, the tired parents fell down and were gradually swallowed up by maggots.
The young girls are increasingly tired in high-intensity work and are on the same path as their parents.
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I thought of the last time I saw Wanderer before I put on the silver hood again. Her condition has stabilized and she can write again.
I asked her what she wanted to do in the future, and she said she wanted to continue painting, even if she couldn’t find a job and threw iron at a pot.
“From now on, I will not just paint the beauty of flowers. I want to paint life, freedom, death, love, everything that is vital to humanity. I’m sorry.
The doors of Our hearts, which have been sealed for a long time, have been opened, and there has been a gushing out of our thoughts, and the silver hood, which is stronger, cannot be held back.
My sister looked at the painting, and the tears fell down the pale cheeks.
I know she has a loving daughter.
The fear of death and the desire for love and freedom are etched in the genes and cannot be completely erased by any means.
The assistant director went over and took off the painting, and took a good look at me.
Thirty-six.
At night, I lay on my bed, and I was exhausted by the currents of the silver hood.
I can’t sleep and I can’t sleep.
I saw a shadow standing in front of the bed.
He leaned down and leaned in my ear, whispering, “Will you come with me?” Together, we fight adaptive psychology. But there’s a danger. Think about it. I’m sorry.
It’s the assistant manager’s voice.
And We whispered without hesitation: I will. I can do anything to get rid of adaptive psychology. I’m sorry.
And he took off my silver hood, and said: Follow me, be gentle. I’m sorry.
Although the silver hood has been removed, its effects on the brain have not disappeared. I endured the pain of falling into the sea and being closely behind the assistant to the manager.
We went over the wall and left the factory, entering a nearby forest.
I saw two people standing in the woods, one of them so familiar.
My feet are getting faster, this time driven by my will, not by my silver hood.
She came to me and jumped in my arms.
I’m hugging closely together.
Another woman came along, just as she cried at the painting.
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It’s been too long since I spoke normally, and my voice is very dry.
“I’m sorry I haven’t seen you in so long. I’m sorry.
“It’s the fault of adaptive psychology, I don’t blame you.” I’m sorry.
“Did you draw that painting? I’m sorry.
“Yes, I will awaken more with my paintings. I’m sorry.
The manager’s assistant handed me a silver hood, saying, “This silver mask is improved and can repair the brain trauma. Now is not the time to go back as soon as possible and pretend that nothing has happened and that I will inform you of any action. Our power is still so thin that we can’t panic. I’m sorry.
She asked him, “Who are you? I’m sorry.
“I was one of the scientists who invented the silver hood.” After the spread of adaptive psychology, the company’s scientists and employees were forced to wear a silver hood, and I managed to escape as a chance to make up for my mistakes. I’m sorry.
“I believe it will not be long before the end of adaptive psychology.” I’m sorry.
I also looked her in the eye and nodded firmly.
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A glass of cold water poured into my face, and I opened my eyes with an edifice and found myself sitting in the factory’s office, opposite the factory’s director and the director of an adaptive psychology company.
The manager smiled and said, “Is Wanda your girlfriend?” I’m sorry.
“How do you know Wanda? I’m sorry.
My heart is heavy. Have we been exposed?
The factory’s mouth was raised even more, saying, “It was you who kept calling out her name in your dreams, and you said you wanted to destroy adaptive psychology.” I’m sorry.
“Where is she? What have you done with her? I’m sorry.
“Are you still awake? You’ve never seen anything, nor have we. Everything happens in your dreams. I’m sorry.
“In a dream? No way, no way! I’m sorry.
How can it be false when I think of a small, determined face, and she gives me many hopes and comforts?
“Let me tell you something. “We have a second-generation silver mask, which is more powerful and can detect the effects of mind control.” We use a silver hood to stimulate a particular brain, so you can see the most desired picture.
“And in the process, you keep calling out the name of Wanderer and saying you’re going to take down adaptive psychology.
“But don’t worry, our second generation of silver hoods will make you forget your painful thoughts and enter real paradise. I’m sorry.
Are the meetings in the forest, the embraces under the moon, the escapes and the resistance all fantasys manipulated by silver hoods?
“No way! Don’t lie to me!”
I went madly towards both of them, but I was pushed back to the chair by the security guard and watched the supervisor come to me with a second-generation silver hood…
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
