2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"S-level, the highest level?" Yan Muyun's throat rolled, and he suspected that he heard it wrong.

Ever since he was a child, he has always been the type who has good academic performance but not top-notch, good sports talent but not outstanding, not a bad guy, but he has never had any lofty ideals.

And ordinary people like him account for more than half of the world.

But when he realized that he had the opportunity to stand at the top of the pyramid in a certain field, he didn't feel much joy, and was more at a loss.

It's true that all boys dream of being a hero, but as an adult in his twenties, Yan Muyun's thoughts are no longer so simple.

Although he was indeed very excited, the uneasiness in his heart about the powerful power, the confusion about the future, and the sudden and unexplainable pressure made him unable to be heartless and happy.

"It's good not to be carried away by the joy, but to realize the possible responsibilities that may come with it." Yan Yiming nodded.

"Don't sound like you're lecturing the juniors, thank you." Even in extreme shock, Yan Muyun still did not forget his identity as "brother" and hummed.

"So, what are your plans now?" Yan Yiming asked.

"What are your plans?"

"About future plans, work, going to college, things like that."

Yan Muyun rolled his eyes: "Didn't you just arrange it for me? First, I'll work at the Superpower Registration Office for a while, and then apply to Chenjing Academy to try out."

Yan Yiming lay back on the sofa, covered his face with two big hands, and rubbed it up and down: "After all, the current situation is different from before."

"You may not understand the significance of the upper limit of S level." Yan Taki, who was sitting silently next to him, spoke up.

Yan Muyun turned to look at him, waiting for the next words.

"Class B is the limit that ordinary people can reach. For example, Captain Wei Jun and Captain Sun Yaowen you have met before. Both of them are veterans, and their physical fitness is already top-notch compared to ordinary people. ."

"In order to inject genetic medicine, they all conducted high-intensity training for half a year to ensure that their physical functions were raised to their peak. Even so, they are only at the upper limit of B level."

"Level A is a level that can only be reached by some ordinary people with extraordinary talents, or a few awakened people whose bodies have been strengthened."

"As for S-level..." Yan Long pursed his lips and said slowly:

"There should be no more than 50 S-class people in the world. They are called, 'Family of God'."

"No more than 50? Dependents of the gods?" Yan Muyun repeated in a dreamy voice.

Yan Yiming reached out to pick up the cup on the coffee table, raised his head and drank the water inside, then sighed: "Now you know why I said the situation is different, right?"

True, he didn't want his brother to get involved in anything dangerous.

But he also knew that it was doomed to be impossible for a young man with a golden mountain to live an ordinary life every day.

And now, it seems that I don't have to worry so much.

After all, if Yan Muyun could successfully reach S level in the end, even if he didn't use his powers, it would be difficult for anything in the world to hurt him.

"So, what are your plans now?" Yan Yiming asked again.

"Hehe." Yan Muyun didn't say anything, just grinned.

Yan Yiming curled his lips slightly downward, feeling helpless.

The other party seemed to say nothing, and yet seemed to say everything.

He picked up his cell phone and typed a reply to the message while saying, "Then starting from tomorrow, you will report to the Special Branch Bureau."

Yan Muyun felt happy and was about to smile, but was blocked by the other person's next words.

"Don't worry, you won't have a chance to go on a mission."

Yan Muyun was anxious: "Why! As the deputy director, can you unofficially report to your subordinates? I want to report you, this guy who abuses his power and is a bastard!"

"Ask Yan Long when he graduated." Yan Yiming said without raising his head.

"When did you graduate?"

"April."

"Ask Yan Long when he went on his first mission."

"When did you go on your first mission?"

"yesterday."

"What month is today?" Yan Muyun asked himself.

He took out his mobile phone and looked at it. It showed June 3rd.

Yan Yiming seemed to have finished sending the message and put down his phone: "Ask Yan Long again when Chenjing University will start."

"School starts on September 15th." Yan Long answered proactively this time before the other party asked him.

Obviously three people are sitting in the same room, why do they have to do this kind of question and answer?

Water word count?

"The training period for interns is usually about two to three months, depending on performance. And you, you are an old antique who has been sleeping for thirty years and has almost no understanding of modern society..."

Yan Yiming stretched out his hand and pointed at Yan Muyun's nose:

"It will take at least half a year."

"So, in such a short time, you can't even complete basic training, let alone participate in actual combat missions."

At the end, he added: "This is not counting the time to teach you life skills, such as how to turn on and off lights, how to use the toilet, how to get dressed..."

Yan Yiming originally thought that his brother was about to show off his teeth and claws, but instead he saw the other person sitting there honestly, frowning slightly, looking thoughtful.

He felt a little strange and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I don't want to go to the Special Branch anymore." Yan Muyun touched his chin.

"Huh? Why don't you want to go again?"

"If I'm going to college in two months, the internship period is only two months. Now that I'm in the Special Branch Bureau, I can't make any contribution at all. I feel like I'm just a second-generation official. Every unit is gold-plated and only takes benefits but does nothing."

Yan Muyun smiled helplessly: "Just like during the summer vacation of my sophomore year, didn't my dad also find me an internship position in his school? The reason why I didn't go was not because I was lazy, but because I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to do it. A good job will damage my father's reputation among his colleagues."

Yan Yiming understood his worries and patted him on the shoulder:

"You are thinking too much. The special bureaus across China and Chenjing College have a complementary and mutually beneficial relationship. The interns of the special bureau will be particularly valued by Chenjing College, and the students who graduated from the college will be very valued. Welcome from all special agencies and bureaus.”

"In addition to the special bureau commissioners in fixed divisions, each city will also have 4 to 5 mobile teams. They are the real elites. In addition to handling special events that cannot be handled by the bureau's jurisdiction, they also have to go to the suburbs every month , dealing with alien species in sparsely populated places.”

"And these teams, as I mentioned before, are usually composed of graduates of Chenjing Academy."

Just when Yan Yiming wanted to say something more, his cell phone rang. He didn't continue talking, but answered the call: "Hello, Dean Li, um, it's me."

"..."

"Ah, ouch, this is too troublesome for you, hahahaha."

Yan Muyun sighed, crossed his legs, looked sideways at the familiar yet unfamiliar middle-aged man in front of him, and felt a little emotional.

That brat who just turned eighteen back then, now even making phone calls is filled with the flattering politeness of middle-aged and elderly people.

Yan Long saw that he still had some worries in his heart, so he waved to him.

"Huh?" Yan Muyun leaned over.

"The work of the Special Branch Bureau is actually very easy. Most of the things we deal with on weekdays are civil cases. There are six districts in Menxia City, and the average number of 'dark curtain' incidents that occur in the city every month is less than eight, and there are often several We only have the opportunity to go out once a week, so you don't need to worry about whether you will cause trouble for them."

Yan Long rarely said so much at once. Yan Muyun knew that the other party was trying to comfort him, so he nodded gratefully to him, feeling somewhat relieved.

After hanging up the phone, Yan Yiming let out a sigh of relief: "That old guy really values ​​you."

"Dean Li, are you the dean of that sanatorium?" Yan Muyun asked curiously.

"Yes, it's him." Yan Yiming nodded: "He is very interested in you, a 'quasi-S', and even let his daughter be responsible for your special training. I think if he is not too busy , I’m afraid I will directly follow up on your situation personally.”

"Special training? What special training?" Yan Muyun was stunned.

Yan Yiming glanced at him sideways: "Do you think S-class is really that good? You are only close to S-class now, but you are not guaranteed to become S-class. In order to increase the success rate as much as possible, you will definitely not be able to escape this hardship. of."

Just when Yan Muyun was wondering what he meant, the doorbell rang. Then the voice of the artificial intelligence "cloud" sounded:

"We have a visitor."

Yan Long stood up and opened the door, while Hua Muyun stretched his neck and looked at the entrance curiously.

With a soft click, the door opened. I saw a young woman wearing a knitted sweater and a white knee-length skirt standing outside, holding a small dark gray box in her hand.

Oh, what a long black stockings...ah no, legs.

This was the first sentence that came to Yan Muyun's mind.