Vol 3 Chapter 490: Player

The head teacher came to talk to Zhou Ping again.
On Saturday morning, Zhou Ping had already arrived at the school gate, but an email from the head teacher came and he had to turn around and return.
Pedestrians are sparse on the campus. The students in the second and third grades are on vacation. They have to come to class at night. This is a rare day of rest and a comfortable day for Zhouping.
Zhou Ping has a lot of affection for his own time of having fun. His surname is Zhou, so when he was in the first year of junior high, he called Saturday and Sunday "Zhou Ping" instead of weekend. Now it is Saturday and he is called "Zhou Ping". Zhou Ping.
Why, because he feels that only in "Zhou Ping" can he be the real, independent personality and enjoy the greatest freedom of himself. Without so much headache knowledge, like a stone stuffed into his head filled with cotton and sponge, there will be no life philosophy from the elders that makes him sick. All in all, you can relax your presumptuous time.
Now, the head teacher wants to occupy his Zhou Ping's Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping was very unhappy.
In addition to being unhappy, he was also quite nervous and guilty. The head teacher asked him if he was mentally weak because he went to play games. He firmly said no.
The school is also rigorously investigating students' Internet cafes. In the words of teachers, it is the end of the century, but this group of students is no different from the beginning of the century.
Zhou Ping didn't want to admit one thing. He felt that he was not addicted to the game. When he wanted to, the game experience in the simulation cabin was a gap away from reality. He felt that he had learned a lot from the game and understood many wonderful truths.
Studying can't give him a deep sense of identity. He is very clear that what he is sitting in the classroom is just a skeleton. The teacher is right. People are in school and their hearts have long been flying. But he didn't want to use such crude words to describe his love for games.
He has a survival logic to deal with school life. In the face of teachers and classmates, he will behave as a "vulnerable group" who is eager to improve grades and is dragged down by illness. This does not really make his grades better. But under the partial care of his friends and teachers, his sense of guilt about being tired of studying was relieved.
You see, I am a patient. It is normal for me to fall behind in my studies, right?
Zhou Ping was sitting on the train heading to the school building. He was the only person in the empty carriage. He knew that he was the only person on the entire train. The invisible ghost-like intelligence controls the progress of the train and monitors everything in the car. This is a procedure, and the engineering teacher also talked about it in class. The usefulness of knowledge is to explain some things that puzzle Zhou Ping.
When people are born in a technologically advanced area, it is difficult to imagine the root cause of the machine. As long as Zhou Ping knows that the train actually uses electricity and intelligently monitors the operation status, he will not continue to think about the manufacturing of the train, the program Edit and more.
One problem can cause countless problems.
So after thinking about it, what Zhou Ping got was not the answer to the question, but the despair of giving up the question.
When he got off the car, he rushed to the office. The desks were separated by a considerable distance, like a reserved posture between every tree. The office felt like a tropical rainforest for Zhou Ping, although he had only experienced it in the virtual world. Tropical scenery, but the suffocation brought to him here is exactly the same as the rain forest.
In today's rain forest, there is only one chimpanzee, and that is his head teacher. When Zhou Ping was taught, it was like being slapped by a chimpanzee. If there were no other people watching, it would make him feel a little more relaxed and less painful.
As a frequent visitor in the office, many class teachers know him, and he even hears teachers talking about him. If he is removed, no matter which class he is assigned to, the class teacher will be an acquaintance.
Such topics made him very uncomfortable.
Very uncomfortable.
He is not a poor-selling pork in the market. He has to be downgraded from food to protein consumables because of the decline in quality. He is a living person, an independent personality, not recognized in school?
The head teacher seemed to be in a good mood today, and he spoke a lot of truths to him earnestly. Zhou Ping was so touched that he only felt warm in his heart.
He felt that the teacher was right, he couldn't keep falling, he had to study hard.
His parents also had high hopes for him. Well, in every sense, Zhou Ping had to admit that his family situation was not good. Of course, it was not that he was unable to eat. It was just that in these years, it was foreseeable that his parents had been affected by his own work. Dead, like a pool of stagnant water, there is no room to rise, of course, it is not a problem to support the family, but every time you compare with those relatives who are prosperous, it is very depressing.
Besides, they still have jobs now. After a decade or so, as the society develops, it is impossible to guarantee that they will not be dismissed or laid off. Is it possible to do those welfare workers?
Zhou Ping feels that society is really real. He is now coming out of the office with the sun shining on him, not dazzling, and very warm and comfortable. He was thinking about the common ground of the school and the operating system of society.
Thinking about it, it seems like the survival of the fittest.
Those with poor grades will be sent to ordinary classes.
The poor will be fired.
Welfare workers are positions provided by the government to disadvantaged citizens who have no room for improvement, lack of scientific literacy and market competitiveness. Zhou Ping now knows that there is no independent personality even after leaving school. Those upper-class people and their intelligent programs are always watching everyone and discussing the value of citizens. If they can no longer stand in the front line, they will withdraw. Go down, it's like pork, it's not fresh anymore, do you want to stay on the stall?
Everything has something in common, and Zhou Ping also understands at this moment that people are no different than pork~EbookFREE.me~ It is nothing more than the form of existence-people can fill many places, but pork only has so few places. .
Zhou Ping told himself that he should read well and become a master in the future and enjoy higher social welfare.
The sun is still very good, I don't know if it is because it is close to noon, it is a bit hot and intolerable. Zhou Ping took a brisk step, turned the car three times, and came to an internet café very close to the Heping Trade Plaza in the center of Luoshan. It was quite a distance from the school, and the probability of being found by the teacher would be lower.
Before he entered the Internet cafe, he looked at the square. The stage of the music festival had been removed, but Zhou Ping seemed to be able to hear a song singing there: "So I started to change! It became like a rolling fireworks!"
It's pretty good. Lu Zhengkang sings really well, and the lyrics are very energetic, which vaguely ignited Zhou Ping's enthusiasm, so he moved faster and went to the Internet cafe.
The boss knows him, but he still has to ask, "Are you a teenager?"
"No."
Now five-year-old citizens can legally surf the Internet under the supervision of the youth model, but since it is said that they are not teenagers, they have to find ways to exploit the youth model.
Zhou Ping came to Room 21 in Area E, one box and six simulation cabins. When he arrived, three of them were in operation, and one of them was open by the door. A man in his thirties, unshaven, was lying in it, looking He stood at the ceiling, showing no response to changes in the outside world.
So it's a scientific Internet connection.
Zhou Ping took a look at the time, at 12:09, two hours of play would do, and when he was done, he would go back to school.
Lie down in the simulation cabin.
Come out again, it's half past four.
I'm hungry, my stomach is empty, my heart is empty, so let's find something to eat.
When I went out, I met a Chinese teacher.
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