Check Your Network Cable

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"Atte—ntion!"

After the crisp, ringing command, everyone came to a stop.

"Du Qiangwei, what is going on with you? Have you forgotten how to run?!" Leina stood before Du Qiangwei with one hand on her hip, sounding rather displeased.

It was not that Leina was being unreasonable. Du Qiangwei's behavior was simply too bizarre.

Running was just running. They ran every day without any issues, yet today Du Qiangwei acted like she had a lagging network connection, stopping and starting.

It threw the entire formation into disarray.

Especially the row of girls behind Du Qiangwei, along with Wang Ji. They kept crashing into the people in front of them, while Wang Ji, unable to react in time, kept bumping into Qi Lin.

If Leina had not known it was not Wang Ji's fault, she might have thought the boy was doing it on purpose.

Of course, Leina knew he was not that kind of person.

The others also looked at Du Qiangwei, equally puzzled.

Over the past half month, everyone had gotten to know each other somewhat, and Du Qiangwei was one of the most levelheaded people on the team.

There was also the equally steady thirty-six-year-old Big Brother Cheng Yaowen.

And then there was the least steady one—the youngest one.

Although Du Qiangwei was only twenty herself, she rarely acted up.

"I... I don't know either?"

Du Qiangwei looked blankly at her hands, her eyes full of confusion. "I don't know what happened. It felt like I suddenly couldn't move. My body just froze up. I... I didn't do it on purpose."

Faced with Leina's questioning and the confused looks from everyone else, she felt somewhat wronged. How could she possibly be someone who caused trouble for no reason?

But there really had been a moment when she suddenly could not move. Even stranger, she had recovered the very next instant.

Unable to move—recovered—unable to move—recovered—unable to move—recovered—unable to move—recovered...

She had no idea what was happening. She had tried hard to maintain her running rhythm, but she still kept lagging. There was nothing she could do about it.

"What's going on here?" Leina asked with a frown.

She did not suspect Du Qiangwei of lying. Unless Du Qiangwei had been poisoned too deeply by that idiot's chuunibyou energy, there was no way she would fool around like this.

Du Qiangwei shook her head. "I don't know."

"Could it be a muscle spasm?" Qi Lin guessed, somewhat concerned.

Though Du Qiangwei was a bad person who swung a hoe around, Qi Lin did not hold much of a grudge. They were still teammates.

Du Qiangwei's eyes remained full of confusion. "Maybe, but it doesn't feel like it."

Unless they were extremely exhausted or in special circumstances, Super Soldiers generally did not suffer muscle spasms.

Besides, her muscles did not feel uncomfortable. She just did not know why her body kept freezing up.

And no one's muscle spasms worked by twitching once, recovering once, and hitting every beat like clockwork.

"Didn't the genetic system and the Black Armor system show anything? No negative data?" Leina clicked her tongue.

Super Soldiers, especially Shenhe Super Soldiers of their era, were each walking supercomputers and war machines of varying scale.

They saw the world differently from ordinary people. With a thought, screens and streams of data would appear before their eyes.

The dark core of their Dark Alloy Armor was also a Dark Matter Computer computing cloud.

The genetic system and the Black Armor system.

If Du Qiangwei had any abnormalities, either of those systems might have recorded some data.

"No... It happened in an instant. There was no data recorded." Du Qiangwei grew even more bewildered, and she was beginning to feel afraid.

How was a world of technological gods haunted?

"Could someone have unplugged her network cable?" A head poked out from the back row and offered a helpful guess.

"Go play in the mud somewhere else!" Leina shouted angrily, then went up and kicked him.

This brat was still making trouble at a time like this.

They were trying to figure out the cause of the abnormality, and he was spouting nonsense.

"Let's leave it at that for now." Leina glared at Wang Ji irritably, then looked at Du Qiangwei. "Go rest off to the side and try to find the cause yourself. When we're done running, come back and train with us.

If it still doesn't feel right, find some time to have General Lian Feng examine you.

Or maybe... you're on your period?"

The warm-up run was not particularly important anyway, especially for Du Qiangwei.

Du Qiangwei's face immediately reddened at those words—not because she had fallen behind, but because of what Leina had said afterward... There were so many people here, and he was here too.

Du Qiangwei pursed her lips and left the formation, preparing to find somewhere to rest and thoroughly investigate this suddenly appearing problem.

It was far too frightening.

"You should really check your network cable..." another voice chimed in, as though offering a helpful reminder.

Du Qiangwei gritted her teeth and shot the brat an annoyed glare before stepping forward.

"Go, go, go, go, go!" Leina kicked Wang Ji away. "You should go play with your mud. Making you run is practically wasting your talent!

You're the expert, so why don't you investigate who unplugged Rose's network cable!"

That brat only knew how to mess around.

"Any more problems?"

"Seems like no—ah, it lagged again."

The sky was clear, the clouds were bright, and the breeze was gentle.

The air on Green Green Grassland was fresh.

Wang Ji looked at Du Qiangwei beside him with concern. The two of them were jogging as Du Qiangwei tried to find the source of her strange condition.

Wang Ji had been kicked out, so naturally he had to help look for the cause. He was no longer fooling around and talking about someone possibly unplugging her network cable.

"If it isn't a muscle issue, could it be a psychological disorder? Or perhaps something wrong with the nervous system?" he analyzed helpfully. Among these people, he was considered fairly well educated.

And he knew plenty of things too: tractor mechanics, Postpartum Care of Sows, maintenance for decrepit spacecraft—he had studied a little of everything.

"Get lost~" Du Qiangwei kicked him in the shin, then gritted her teeth and rolled her eyes at him. "You're the one with a mental illness. You're the crazy one!"

"Look at you... Wasn't I just helping you analyze the cause?" Wang Ji instantly looked incredibly aggrieved. How could helping someone out get him cursed at?

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Wang Ji, Wang Ji! I think I can't move!" Du Qiangwei suddenly cried out.

Her eyes widened in terror, yet she could still call out to Wang Ji.

This time seemed different from before. Previously, it had only lasted an instant. This time, she could not move at all!

She remained frozen in her jogging posture. Her legs no longer moved, her arms were fixed in place, and other than speaking, she could not move anywhere on her body.

"Y-you... don't panic." Wang Ji looked equally anxious.

He stood before Du Qiangwei and thought hard. "Try to feel carefully where the problem is. Is it your muscles, or something else... like a psychological issue, or a problem with your nervous system?"

"I... I don't know~" Du Qiangwei was about to cry. Anyone would be afraid if they suddenly could not move at all.

She looked at Wang Ji anxiously. "Wang Ji, don't leave. Don't you dare leave me. I'm scared~"

"Mm-hm, mm-hm, mm-hm. Don't worry, I won't leave." He immediately promised her.

"Hold my hand. Don't leave. I'm scared~"

"Okay, okay, okay. I won't leave, don't worry." Wang Ji held Du Qiangwei's arm and said with concern, "Listen to me. See if it's a psychological problem. I've read quite a few books on psychological disorders.

If it really is a psychological problem, you need to face it before you can solve it."

"I... what should I do?" Du Qiangwei seemed to have grasped her last lifeline.

"You... how about trying to say to yourself... 'I'm sick'?" Inspiration suddenly struck him!

"Y-you... are sick?" Du Qiangwei's voice trembled...

"Ah! Not me—you're sick!"

"Y-you... are sick?"

"Come on! You said it backwards!" He slapped his forehead speechlessly.

A few seconds later,

Du Qiangwei moved her arms with lingering fear. As she inadvertently turned her back to Wang Ji, a trace of suspicion flashed through her eyes.