pjbooks Chapter 525 It works!
Chapter 525 It works!
Nie Qingcheng raised her hand and touched the corner of his eye.
Training is canceled tomorrow; I'll catch up on sleep.
"No, the fourth round will be tomorrow."
"The fourth round is the day after tomorrow."
Her tone wasn't harsh, but she didn't back down.
"You have worked for more than fourteen consecutive hours. You are required to take a break."
Zhang Yan looked at her and finally nodded.
"The fourth round is the day after tomorrow."
The two returned to the bedroom, and Nie Qingcheng sat on the edge of the bed and suddenly asked.
"What was recorded in the memo?"
Zhang Yan stood behind her.
"Your favorite foods, your least favorite weather, when you're angry you'll be silent before you speak, you'll put on your pants first when you put on your pajamas, you'll bite the pen cap when you're working on numbers, and when you laugh, the right corner of your mouth will move first."
Nie Qingcheng had her back to him and didn't turn around.
Zhang Yan sat down next to her.
"Also, you always straighten my slippers before you go to bed, whether I'm home or not."
Nie Qingcheng remained silent for a long time.
"Why are you memorizing all this?"
"I'm afraid I'll forget."
She pulled the blanket over herself and lay down.
"Come watch a movie with me tomorrow afternoon, a documentary about Hokkaido. No phone allowed."
"OK."
After the lights were turned off, Nie Qingcheng placed her feet on his calves; they were warm.
Zhang Yan grasped it.
In the darkness, her voice was very soft.
"The mortgage contract is at the very bottom of the second drawer in the study."
"understood."
"If I don't wake up, remember to go to the bank to renew the loan."
"You will wake up."
Nie Qingcheng didn't say anything more, and her breathing gradually became even.
Zhang Yan stared at the ceiling, her eyes wide open. Three teams, three ports, and the backup plan that had been activated the day the solar core was built—all were under her silent control.
He turned to look at her; moonlight streamed in through the gap in the curtains, illuminating the beauty mark at the corner of her eye.
Zhang Yan reached out and touched her face, then withdrew his hand and closed his eyes.
Time is very tight.
But that's enough.
The fourth round of training will begin at 9:00 AM the day after tomorrow.
After setting up the training environment and implementing all safety protocols, Nie Qingcheng sat in the corner of the laboratory, holding a gardening guide in her hand, but did not open it.
Zhang Yan sat down in the training chair and placed his wrist on the sensor area.
Stargazing to verify parameters.
"Starting at 2.7%, target at 2.85%, and if all goes well, aiming for 3.0% in the next round."
Zhang Yan nodded.
"start."
The interface is activated, and consciousness sinks into the heart of the divine craftsman.
The 2.7% information layer was heavier than before. With each step down, the data pressure increased. Zhang Yan followed the path left by his predecessors, avoiding those lingering emotions.
2.72%.
2.75%.
2.78%.
The heart rate is stable at 94, and the brain wave frequency is normal.
Thirty minutes later, the synchronization rate reached 2.8%, the path resistance lessened, and the traces left by his predecessors intertwined in the depths, supporting his consciousness as it continued to sink.
2.82%.
Nie Qingcheng's finger stopped at the edge of the book page.
2.84%.
Guan Xing stared at the monitor screen, his hand hovering over the interrupt button.
2.85%.
The system indicated a stable heart rate of 99 for seven seconds.
Zhang Yan didn't stop and continued pushing downwards.
After 2.86%, the path ahead breaks off, the remaining traces disappear, and the information layer becomes a dark void without reference.
He broadened his horizons and forced his way in.
2.87%.
2.88%.
2.89%.
With her heart rate rising to 104 and her brainwave frequency increasing, Nie Qingcheng put down her book.
2.90%.
The value was reached, but there was no indication of stability.
The heart rate continued to rise, 106, 108, 110, the alarm light came on, and the stargazing was interrupted by pressing the stop button.
The interface is not disconnected.
The system indicates that the forced interruption protocol has been overridden by higher privileges.
Zhang Yan's consciousness was swept into a golden vortex, his sense of direction was torn apart, his boundaries disappeared, and a torrent of data pressed in from all sides, leaving him unable to find an exit.
Heart rate 119, 123, 127.
Guan Xing shouted at him sternly.
"Zhang Yan, quit!"
On the training chair, Zhang Yan's fingers twitched, but he didn't wake up.
Nie Qingcheng walked to the training chair, but did not touch the equipment. She simply extended her right hand and placed it over his clenched left hand.
Skin to skin, knuckles touching, the temperature was clearly transmitted.
Zhang Yan, caught in the golden vortex, grasped that tiny bit of warmth. His consciousness was pulled back to the boundary, the torrent of data receded, and he stood again at a depth of 2.9%, with darkness beneath his feet and light above his head.
The system indicates a synchronization rate of 2.9%, stable for three seconds, and a heart rate of 124, which is decreasing.
The interface was automatically disconnected.
Zhang Yan opened his eyes. The laboratory lights were so bright that he blinked twice. His left ear regained sound first, followed by his right ear. The alarm's trailing tone and the instrument sounds returned to normal.
Nie Qingcheng's hand was still on his left hand, her face was pale, and her lips were pursed.
Zhang Yan looked at her, his voice hoarse.
2.9%.
Guan Xing arrived with the detection equipment.
"Heart rate 98, blood oxygen 97%, are you experiencing blurred vision or nausea?"
"My right eye is blurry."
Guan Xing examined his right eye and then compared it to his left eye.
"The right eye reacts 0.3 seconds slower."
Ten seconds later, vision returned, and the eye responses became symmetrical again.
Nie Qingcheng released his hand, retreated to the corner and sat down, picking up the gardening guide again, but didn't look at it.
Zhang Yan stood up, pulled up his physiological data, and confirmed that his heart rate, blood oxygen, and brain waves had all returned to normal.
I stared at the screen.
"2.9%, one round ahead of schedule, could reach 3.0% in the next round."
Zhang Yan nodded.
"The fifth round will be the day after tomorrow."
"Consciousness has already been overwhelmed today, and the risk of a 3.1% failure rate will continue to rise."
"So I need to increase the penetration speed first."
Zhang Yan turned off the data.
"The synchronization rate is reached, so it's useless if you can't get in."
Guan Xing glanced at Nie Qingcheng in the corner, then finally packed up his equipment.
"I'm going to prepare the fifth round of parameters."
After she left, Zhang Yan walked over and squatted down next to Nie Qingcheng.
"I'm fine."
Nie Qingcheng reached out and touched the area below his right eye.
"When you lost consciousness, this part jumped, and your right index finger moved, but you didn't wake up."
Zhang Yan did not explain.
Nie Qingcheng withdrew her hand.
Did you feel it when I touched your hand?
"I can feel it."
Zhang Yan looked at her.
"It's hot."
Nie Qingcheng remained silent for a moment, then opened the book.
"Go and rest. You said you'd watch a movie with me this afternoon."
"A Hokkaido documentary?"
"Um."
Zhang Yan got up, walked to the door, and then stopped.
"Next time I fall for you again, you'll still touch my hand."
Nie Qingcheng looked up.
"It works."
He finished speaking and left the laboratory.
At 2 p.m., the living room TV was showing a snow scene of Hokkaido. Snow was falling outside the wooden corridor. Dinner at the hot spring hotel was served with crab, sea urchin and sukiyaki.
Nie Qingcheng put her feet on Zhang Yan's legs and pointed at the crab on the screen.
"Eat this after the war, you peel it."
Zhang Yan glanced at it.
"The kind with long legs."
"Um."
The scene shifts to an open-air hot spring, where Nie Qingcheng leans back on the sofa, her toes rubbing against his leg.
"We'll rent out the whole place and go for a soak together, you said that."
Zhang Yan turned off the TV.
"No changes."
The living room quieted down.
Nie Qingcheng closed her eyes, her lips slightly parted.
That evening, after Zhang Yan finished adjusting the last few lines of energy distribution code for the interference group, he saw the silvery-gray leaves of Yueying unfolding in the night as he passed by the balcony, their edges gleaming with a cold light.
He touched the blade; it felt hard, like thin metal.
When I returned to the bedroom, Nie Qingcheng was already lying down, and the bedside lamp was still on.
After Zhang Yan lay down, her feet immediately rested on his calves.
"Is the code debugging finished?"
"All adjusted."
After a few seconds, she spoke.
"The fifth round will be held the day after tomorrow; it will stop at 2.95%."
Zhang Yan turned to look at her.
"2.95% is not enough."
"Add another round."
Nie Qingcheng spoke clearly with her eyes closed.
"We'll have extra training before we leave the day after tomorrow. The fifth round only got us to 2.95%, no more."
Zhang Yan looked at her.
"You're worried."
"I'm scheduling."
She opened her eyes and looked at him.
"The risk increase above 3.0% is too great. We have already experienced a loss of consciousness today, and the next one may be even deeper. We will stop at 2.95% and push it to 3.02% the day after tomorrow morning, with a penetration rate of about 2.85%."
"0.15% short, 0.3 seconds late initiation."
"The interference team can hold out for 0.3 seconds longer. Qin Xiao has adjusted the shield, so it can withstand the damage."
Zhang Yan remained silent for a moment.
"You've calculated it clearly."
Nie Qingcheng did not respond.
Zhang Yan turned off the bedside lamp.
"Do as you say, the fifth round will stop at 2.95%."
In the darkness, her foot moved slightly on his calf.
"Um."
After Nie Qingcheng fell asleep, Zhang Yan took out his phone and sent a message to Guan Xing.
"The training plan has been adjusted. The target for the fifth round is 2.95%. There will be extra training the day after tomorrow morning, with a target of over 3.0%. This plan will be implemented accordingly."
Ten seconds later, the stargazer replied.
"Received, security protocol updated synchronously."
Zhang Yan locked the screen and put the phone back on the bedside table.
Nie Qingcheng's feet were still resting on his calves, the warmth seeping through his skin, a steady and reassuring sensation.
He grasped it and closed his eyes.
I didn't dream this time.