i am your guide

During the lunch break, Sith and John ate together in the messy lounge area.Sith opened his bow left and right, looked at the plan while eating, and calculated something with the optical brain at hand from time to time.

John's experimental plan is based on the data of the basic mental body stabilizer, and a certain degree of enhanced revision is carried out to achieve a deeper stability maintenance effect; and his ideal experimental subject is an A+-level high-level sentinel that is above the average , it is even more difficult.

He turned the second page, and his heart was moved when he saw that the target medicine was adapted to the symptom group.

"If an above-average sentry falls into a rampage, what treatment should be taken?" Sith pointed to the expected medical effect map in the bottom corner of the screen, and asked with an open mouth.

"Beyond the average? It is determined according to the specific level, and generally mild means are used to guide consciousness." John didn't know why Sith suddenly asked about this, he replied, and finally asked: "A+ level sentinel?"

"Maybe a little higher." Sith shook his head, showing a disappointed expression, the broken hair on his forehead covered his eyebrows and eyes, and he looked a little lost.

He suddenly thought of Keweier.

The fate of the only S-rank Sentinel today is likely to be the same as his predecessors: all S-rank Sentinels in history have died out of control amidst rising mental confusion.The matching S-level guide never appeared, which also doomed their fate of destruction.

The ultimate goal of research and experiments is to serve the ever-changing and developing reality. From the perspective of a theoretical researcher, the sense of accomplishment of resuscitating a person is enough to obliterate all the disappointment and pain caused by failure.

Kvir's life was heading for crisis at every step, a fact that Sith had only then realized.

"S-rank sentry?" John raised his eyebrows. He put down the knife and fork in his hand, stepped on the railing of the next table, and reached out to take out a paper document from the hole in the table. "Look at the relevant data template made by the national laboratory."

The document passed through the air fell into the hands of Sith. He was surprised that John could get the analysis data of the S-level sentinel. After reading it for 2 minutes, he realized the preciousness and horror of this data: spread out, dripping with blood fact.

"Is there no way to delay the S-level sentinel's condition at all?" Seeing the shocking data line and related analysis, Sith felt pain from his heart.

John didn't comment, he let out a long sigh, and leaned against the back of the suspension chair as if he lost his strength, and the white clothes he lifted up with his movements were printed with wrinkles.He tilted his head to look at Sith, nuzzled at the light screen of the mental stabilizer program next to him, and said softly: "If there is a way, do I still need to study that?"

Sith fell silent.

He felt that what John said was quite reasonable.

In the next few days, Sith stayed in the laboratory from morning to night like a maniac every day. He didn't know what secret objects he was messing with. He didn't reply to the news, he didn't come to the appointment, and he always skipped the class. He almost moved the dormitory to the laboratory. .

Their sentry match was still going on, but Sith on the field was always absent-minded, either sitting alone on the bench and meditating, or staring straight at the sentry with his chin resting, his eyes seemed to dissect people.

The night of splashed ink covers the stars, and there are very few pedestrians on the path beside the laboratory building.Sith was sitting under the water cooler in the laboratory, holding a computing board and writing quickly, documents and books were scattered all over the place.He was so engrossed in his academic activities that he didn't notice anyone coming in.

The sliding door opened almost silently, and once Kevill stepped in, he had nowhere to settle, and the chaos everywhere refreshed his definition of the word chaos.The sentinel looked at the strange bottles and jars all over the floor, and looked up to find his guide.

His kitten fell into the trash, right?

How would he find it?

In the distance, a muffled sound attracted Kevill's attention. He moved his steps cautiously, walked around the corner with a box of fruit in his hand, and saw Sith curled up in the corner.

The guide's posture is too loose, a bit like a gangster living in the streets and alleys, his black and white uniform is full of wrinkles.He knelt on the ground and reached for a document next to him, his slender fingertips cast clear shadows on the paper under the light.

The delicate collarbone was exposed in Kevier's view, and he stepped forward to pick up the document needed by Sith first.

The light and shadow were fragmented and overlapping, and Sith still held a light-sensitive pen in his hand. He raised his head to look, and then realized that Keweier was squatting in front of him: the sentinel was tall and long-legged, and when he squatted, he arched his back like a vigorous tiger. , The idle posture is full of tension.A small figure was reflected in the clear water-blue eyes, and Sith saw himself with a surprised expression in Keweier's eyes.

"Why are you here?" Sith laughed.

"Bring supper to reward the hard-working students." Kevill lifted the fruit box in his hand to show Sith.

There was an empty paper cup used by Sith on the water dispenser table, and the switch had been on standby for 10 minutes. It is estimated that this person wanted to come over to get a glass of water, but he forgot what he was going to do halfway, and turned back to start making plans again.

Now is not the time to complete the thesis of the school year, why is he so sleepless and foodless all of a sudden?Kevel was puzzled.

"It's a mess here." Sith scratched his head embarrassingly. He looked down at the clothes he hadn't changed for several days, and whispered embarrassingly, while taking advantage of Keweier's turning around, he straightened his hair.

"Indeed, what are you counting?" Kevill glanced at the document in Sith's hand, and he didn't understand it at a glance, it was all numbers.He pulled Sith up from the ground with one hand, and walked to the water dispenser to fill up the neglected glass.

Sith felt that Keweier should not be told about the mental stabilizer. On the one hand, this matter is just the beginning of a new theory. It is unknown when it will become a fact, and he may not be able to succeed now; The proud Sentinel had never sought protection from him, nor had he spoken to him about the future, though it took only a little thought for the Guide to guess.

Kavier always protects his own small world tightly, and never discloses it to others; perhaps it is because of his lack of security that he has to wander cautiously.

"Coursework." Sith patted the dust on his clothes and said casually.

This excuse seems to be true, but Keweier didn't go into it.

Because important people came to visit his recent "new residence", the guide finally forced himself to withdraw from the overwhelming data under force majeure and enjoy a short period of leisure.It's just that when Kevill picked up a copy of "On How to Deal with the Relationship Between Feline Spirits", Sith's ears turned red.

"You still need to look at this for coursework?" Keweier smiled half-smile, they were sitting close to each other, and the sentinel could touch the guide's knuckles as soon as he raised his hand.He deliberately raised his hand and asked harmlessly.

Hell, how could he casually read other people's professional books?Sith was furious.

A few days ago, he went to the library to borrow several professional books on the maintenance of mental stability and riot healing, and they were all piled up in places where Keweier couldn't reach.Sith subjectively doesn’t want Keville to see it, because the titles of those books are too straightforward, similar to "Analysis of the Possibility of Completely Healing the Sentinel Rebellion from the Guide's Perspective", as smart as Keville, he must know what Sith is doing at a glance .

But it doesn't matter if Kavier finds out, just explain it openly.It's just that now that Kevier got the small reading materials he picked up when he went to the library, it was a bit troublesome to explain.

Who is serious to watch this?Don't all serious people read "One Hundred Plans for Pursuing the Flower Sentinel of Gaoling"?

"Private hobbies." Sith took a sip of the water in the water glass, and said again: "I, a cat."

"But this is clearly talking about the feline spirit." Keweier pretended that he had a negative IQ.

Sith: ...

Sith: "Me, feline, and schizophrenic."

Kevill: "Oh."

Sith raised his hand to fork a piece of apple, and stretched out his hand to block Keweier's mouth.

People in the middle of the night are always more sentimental than during the day. Sith sat on the machine and chatted with Keweier, and the sentinel could be brought into view with a flick of his eyebrows.Maybe the distance is too close, and the heartbeat becomes clear and observable.

Kavier seemed to be very interested in a book that Sith had said earlier about Sentinel’s expandable combat. He was directed by Sith to look for the book on the bookshelf, but he still couldn’t find it after searching for a long time.

Could it be that he remembered wrongly?Sith frowned.

He jumped off the machine and wobbled over to Kervill to join him in the search.

"I should remember correctly, it's on the shelf in Area A, with a blue spine." Sith said.

Most of the operating machines in the quiet laboratory have been shut down. Even in the interstellar era, Imperial College still retains the habit of using paper books. Many older scholars believe that this is closer to the original channel and tradition of human beings to obtain knowledge. Exposure to books can deepen this connection, including finding inspiration and knowledge.

The light in the book area is not as bright as the outside experimental area, but it adds tenderness in the dim light.Sith walked past rows of shelves, but still couldn't find the book from the area he remembered.

What's going on, is he degrading his memory due to excessive use of the brain recently?

Sith was puzzled. He stood on tiptoe and looked up at the row of bookshelves above. The things in front of him were suddenly shrouded in darkness.

Immediately afterwards, fiery breath penetrated into his neck, and the person behind him was stronger and taller than him, full of pressure.

The fingertips that were stretched out in the air and tried to grope upward touched a dry and warm palm. Sith's fingertips were already pressed on the iron plate on the edge of the bookshelf. A book with a yellow spine.

The voice beating from the chest behind him was low and full of magnetism, listening to the guide's ears almost stirred up a wave of electricity in his heart.Sith swayed, took a step back without warning, and was instantly surrounded by Keweier in his arms.

"I found it, but not the blue spine."

The sentinel's voice was calm and unwavering, he was just stating one thing.

There seemed to be only one madly beating heart, and it belonged to the guide.

"Maybe I remember wrong." Sith took a step forward, and his whole body was about to stick to the bookshelf.Kevill, who was behind him, hid the curve of his lips.Only then did he take a gentlemanly step back to keep a safe distance, and said considerately: "It's okay."

The dark light shone on Sith's hair, making the pitch-black color much softer.The tips of Sith's ears were completely red, and he tilted his head slightly so that Kevill behind him could not see his expression.

Is it because you get too close that you panic?thought the guide.

It was almost one o'clock in the morning when Keweier sent Sith back to the dormitory, so that the old man at the gate stared at Keweier with a puzzled and ambiguous look, as if wondering why the young couple had a date and returned to the dormitory in the middle of the night Yes, behavioral patterns are really elusive.

He watched Sith go up the stairs before going back. He opened the wrist screen and saw a few messages that he hadn't had time to deal with: John Tich, his distant relative and attending physician, offered to give a medical report after he came to Imperial College. He sent several messages, which had nothing to do with his illness and were purely private chats.

"I saw that B+ level guide, he is a very good kid."

"He seems to be very interested in the direction of my experiment, and I think it has something to do with you."

"I heard him say that he wants to join the Dragon Corps. It's a pity that such a good talent doesn't come to the National Laboratory."

"I'm going to poach the wall."

"Come back for a re-examination after a while, and I need your new blood sample information."

"I think I can make a complete comparison between his and yours, and I will definitely find something."

Keweier frowned slightly, his eyes stayed on the words "digging the wall" for a moment, and he was not in a happy mood.

What is this, is it a bit unprofessional to dig out someone he likes under his nose.

"Blood samples are fine, don't think about it." Keweier replied coldly. He quickly called up the internal plan of the dragon group and carefully searched through it, and sent a message to the central government.