Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Immigrating to the world of Mr. Zombie? No chance. Going to Mars? No chance. Going to Venus? Still no chance.

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If you make a mistake, you must take responsibility; if you work in a special profession, you should abide by special rules.

Ordinary people desert in the face of battle, and no one stops them; but what kind of ordinary people are Fan Paopao and Wu Duoduo?

Are teachers just ordinary people? It sounds plausible, but upon closer inspection, it's all a fallacy.

If you really think you're just a nobody, just going through the motions at work and then abandoning your students after get off work, what kind of future can you expect them to have?

In the early years, when children were in school, most of their parents worked away from home. Yet, many children achieved outstanding grades, while even those who were at the bottom barely passed. It was rare to find a student in the entire school who couldn't even pass a single subject.

Now, things have gotten really bad. As soon as students' grades slip, some teachers immediately say, "The parents didn't manage their children well!"

Today, teachers have lighter workloads and higher salaries; however, students are becoming increasingly exhausted, and parents are extremely worried—but what about the grades?

Without enrolling in extracurricular classes? Most people won't even pass.

Of course, the proliferation of mobile phones, computers, and televisions is also a contributing factor to poor academic performance.

Teachers are like this, and so are doctors. Can anyone who makes a living in a special way really pat their chest and say at night, "I have fulfilled my duty"?

Lin Quan tried shooting at the zombies and quickly noticed several things were wrong.

Exit the game, let Xiaobai adjust it, and then put on the helmet.

"Recreating the real scene, training pilots is almost like teaching them to ride a bicycle."

As the fighter jets took off, he piloted the Raptor and shot down enemy planes one after another.

"Birds of prey and birds of prey are exactly the same inside, except for their shells."

"Once you've mastered the raptor in the virtual world, you can easily win with your eyes closed when you use the raptor in the main universe."

The arsenal generated by Xiaobai includes both Kree ships and fighter jets, as well as Skrulls.

To avoid trouble, the exterior design was completely differentiated; however, the speed, firepower, and handling are exactly the same.

Switching to unarmed combat mode, Lin Quan selected the first-level opponent.

In-game training partners are available in various numbers and levels, whichever you prefer.

He defeated his enemy with a single move, fighting his way up from level one to level nine, and from one-on-one duels to being surrounded by eighty-one opponents.

"For ordinary people, they should start from level one; diligent practice will truly improve their skills."

"If we could manually adjust the opponent's strength and reaction speed, the training effect would definitely be more hardcore."

Lin Quan identified a bunch of problems, took off his helmet, and instructed Xiao Bai to fix them one by one.

"The game follows a paid model and is currently only available to Chinese players."

After several rounds of testing, he leaned back in his chair and remained silent for a long time.

"The consciousness helmet can be sold to all Chinese people, but combat functions—such as fighting zombies—must be banned for minors. Kids might have nightmares if they see it."

"We need to add an educational game so that people can have fun and learn something new along the way."

"After receiving the Lin's vaccine, the body's immunity increases tenfold, making it able to withstand 99% of diseases... Why not add a surgical simulation? Doctors would be scrambling to use it."

"One machining technician needed, one appliance repair technician needed, one car mechanic needed..."

As soon as the idea came to mind, Lin Quan immediately had Xiao Bai stuff each of the new modules into the new module.

Zhang San, a security guard at Huaxia Industrial Group, is fastening his doctor's helmet.

The screen lit up, and a control panel appeared in front of me, with options densely packed together.

"It's so realistic! If it weren't for this screen standing here, I would have really thought I had traveled through time."

He raised his hand and tapped "Firearms Mode," then decisively selected "Japanese devils" in the enemy list.

As the countdown reached zero, Zhang San, carrying a sniper rifle, charged up the ridge in one go.

"A dozen or so Japanese soldiers, probably a small squad. Let's test the waters first."

He steadied his breathing and aimed his aim firmly at the leading Japanese soldier.

With a light pull of the trigger, the bullet shot through the air and struck the opponent squarely on the top of the head.

The high-speed spinning bullet struck the skull, instantly creating a cloud of blood.

"Baka yarou!" The rest of the Japanese soldiers lay down.

Zhang San quickly turned his gun, and the second bullet whistled out, causing another Japanese soldier to fall backward.

"Over there!" A Japanese soldier suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the hilltop.

More than a dozen Type 38 rifles opened fire simultaneously, bullets clattering against the rocks and sparks flying everywhere.

"More than 600 meters away, unless God helps them, they won't even be able to touch the hem of my clothes."

He fired in quick succession, each shot taking a life.

"Kill the chickens!" The eight remaining Japanese soldiers drew their swords and charged forward with bayonets, howling.

Zhang San fired three more shots, taking down the three men.

Seeing that the remaining five people had closed to within 400 meters, he turned and retreated.

Those five men were skilled marksmen; if we continued to fight them head-on, we might lose our lives here.

A few minutes later, Zhang San felt excruciating pain all over his body, as if he had been run over, and he gritted his teeth and fell heavily to the ground.

"Our daily training is still lax... We can't even outrun the Japanese soldiers."

He took off his helmet, his fingertips still trembling slightly.

The battle just now was so realistic that he couldn't tell which side was the screen and which side was reality.

The tearing pain seemed to linger on my skin, refusing to dissipate.

"As long as I draw my gun quickly enough and stay far enough away, I should be able to hold my own against a small squad one-on-one."

At the same time, hundreds of employees of Huaxia Industrial Group were simultaneously testing the device.

……

Two weeks later, the consciousness helmet was officially released for sale.

Priced at 10,000 RMB, it sold over 32 million units on its first day.

Nowadays, the average monthly income of Chinese people has exceeded 30,000 yuan, so buying a helmet for 10,000 yuan is really not expensive.

Li Xu, 35, is a surgeon.

After the Lin's vaccine was introduced, most departments experienced a decline in visitors, and many colleagues changed careers or were laid off.

Fortunately, the operating room hasn't completely cooled down yet—there are fewer patients, but more complex and difficult cases are concentrated there, and the cost of surgery and doctors' salaries have actually increased.

He opened the box, took out the helmet, quickly glanced at the instruction manual, and put it on.

Register an account and pay a 1,000 Huaxia coins entry fee.

"After studying medicine for more than ten years, I still can't even do the most basic appendectomy perfectly."

He entered surgical simulation mode and began practicing repeatedly.

Without any real risk, he was extremely uninhibited: cutting, peeling, sewing, tying, doing every step himself.

Several AI characters played the roles of anesthesiologist, assistant, and circulating nurse, working together seamlessly.

"Surgery successful, score 61."

"Surgery successful, score 62."

"Surgery successful, score 65."

……

"Surgery successful, score 92."

"Even a simple appendicitis case got stuck at 92, almost there? Let's start over."

He only switched to the level 2 appendicitis model after he had steadily improved the most basic surgical technique to 100 points.

As the practice progressed, the cases became increasingly challenging: severe adhesions, vascular variations, perforation with peritonitis...

Before I knew it, the system forced me to log out.

"Damn, why did it suddenly cut off?"

He glanced at the real time—a full eight hours.

"This helmet is practically a cheat code for surgeons. I might as well take a week off and completely weld that feel to it."

After a moment's thought, an exhausted Li Xu dialed the number and asked for seven days of sick leave.