I'm not Doraemon, I'm just a salesman

With such words, he resolutely handed over 5 yuan and asked the people from the college to drag Di Qing into this damn school.

If the way to escape the extraordinary in one's life is to experience hell that ordinary people have never experienced, then I would rather be an ordinary mortal for the rest of my life.

This is hell, at least that's what Di Qing thinks.

What he got here was not the so-called 'education', but endless heavy labor. Every day before dawn, he had to get up and recite the boring regulations. The teacher punished me severely.

The environment here is extremely bad, and the food here is not even canteen-level unpalatable, but simply something so rancid that it is impossible to swallow.

But they called it the so-called "remembering the bitter and thinking of the sweet", and forced them to eat these "carefully prepared" "remembering the bitter rice". If they couldn't eat it, they would be punished.

What's the punishment, you ask?

Heavy labor, or corporal punishment, or taking off your shirt and hanging you upside down on the playground to bask in the sun, or...

The 'punishment room' that no one wanted to go in and everyone talked about it.

Closing his eyes, Di Qing seemed to be able to hear the screams of his friend after he was pushed in. Four or five people held down his hands and feet like a fish jumping on the chopping board, and then let the principal, the one who regulated everyone He must be called 'Uncle Quan' to carry out 'education'.

He didn't see it with his own eyes, he just watched his friend being pushed in. When he came out, he was already a good boy.

He didn't know what kind of torture he had suffered, but he didn't want to go in and suffer this!

Di Qing clenched his fists. Under the physical discomfort and mental torture, he looked longingly at the dark night outside the window.

Tomorrow, it will be fine by tomorrow.

Tomorrow is the day when his parents come to visit him!As long as he explains all this, he can go out and leave here!

I'm leaving, I'm leaving now, I'm leaving here soon!

Get out of this hell!

......

"Son, these are your favorite braised chicken wings."

Di Qing looked at the mother in front of him, and with the enthusiasm and joy of having not seen his son for a long time, he handed over a thermos filled with fragrant gallops, while he was sitting upright with a false smile on his face.

He didn't dare to move, he didn't dare not smile, and it wasn't until his mother asked him to eat quickly that he started to eat hungrily.

He looked at his son who was devouring food in front of him, then at his silent husband next to him, and asked cautiously.

"Xiaoqing, how are you doing here?"

"Good! I'm doing great!"

Almost like a conditioned reflex, Di Qing threw away the chopsticks in his hand and answered loudly with a smile on his face while spraying minced meat.

This scene was seen by a smiling middle-aged man in a white coat not far away. He turned back with satisfaction, but the porcelain doll-like smile on Di Qing's face still hung there.

"...Son, tell the truth to mom, are you really doing well?"

Sensing something amiss, her mother asked in a low voice. When she heard her mother's concerned words, the expression on Di Qing's face collapsed almost instantly.He lowered his head and begged his mother with a tearful tone.

"Mom, I beg you, take me out quickly! I've gotten better, I've really gotten better! I can't stand it, it's terrible here, they keep abusing me, they keep beating me... "

"This is all normal, it's just your son's rebellious psychology."

A nightmare-like voice sounded from the side, and Di Qing trembled all over. He looked at Uncle Quan who had appeared in front of him at some point. He smiled and comforted his parents while waving to the two supervisors to come over.

The two tall supervisory students directly pressed down on Di Qing's shoulders, and when he realized what was about to happen, he screamed hysterically!

"Kill me! Just kill me! If you don't kill me now, I will definitely kill you all when I go out!!!"

He screamed, and his voice echoed throughout the cafeteria, but no one dared to raise his head or look at him.

Mother's eyes were red, but father remained silent. Uncle Quan in a white coat still explained to them with a smile on his face.

"This is a normal phenomenon of resistance. Your son is very addicted to the Internet and needs further treatment."

"Then it's all up to you, doctor. It doesn't matter how much it costs, just give him a more powerful treatment. Only a filial son can emerge from a stick!"

Di Qing watched in despair as his father solemnly got rid of that well-dressed beast, looked at the money he handed over, and looked at his controlling eyes towards him.

In the end, he looked at his mother's eyes with red eyes, but still left without looking back.

The last bit of warmth fell completely into darkness, and the glass-like heart was completely shattered the moment it hit bottom.

Deprived of his last strength, he was dragged into the 'punishment room' that everyone talked about.He didn't react until his limbs were tied up, and in front of him was the smiling face of 'Uncle Quan'.

He held both electrodes and placed them on his temples, and then asked with a smile.

"Do you think it's wrong?"

Di Qing let out a shrill scream like a beast. Although he didn't answer, Uncle Quan still turned the pointer of the instrument next to him. The strong current penetrated his brain along the electrodes, sending severe pain to his limbs.

The two supervisors next to him blocked his mouth with towels. While doing this, Uncle Quan asked the supervisor to bring in a few people.

Among them was Di Qing's 'friend' who was also sent here not long ago.

The skinny boy shrank and remained motionless until Uncle Quan asked him to list the mistakes Di Qing had made.

Then, as if a switch was triggered, he screamed hysterically and repeated

"He insulted our savior, Uncle Human Rights! He wanted to escape from school! He failed his parents' high expectations, he..."

He said, shaking all over, and after he finished speaking, he began to sing the school song that praised this college and their re-created parents.Uncle Quan smiled and asked him to leave, and then continued to increase the electrode.

Di Qing felt nothing. He only felt a white light, a strong pain, and vague questions.

"Do you know you're wrong?"

"Have you figured out how to tell your parents after we go out?"

"Have you taken it?"

Di Qing didn't know how to answer. The strong electric shock destroyed all his chances to think, and he could only feel pain, endless pain.

He no longer remembers what happened. He only knows that when the electric shock stopped, he climbed out of bed by instinct, and then crawled all the way across the playground.

He remembered crawling in front of his parents, hugging them instinctively and crying.

He couldn't remember anything, but he still remembered his mother's tears of joy and his father's words.

"Thank you, Doctor Quan, thank you."

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98. Dogs and people

“So, the nature of human education and dog training are the same thing?”

Nimfu held her chin with one hand and looked down at everything in Zhengde College. She turned her head slightly and looked at Qiming and asked curiously.

"It seems that your studies are basically in vain." Qiming sighed and shook his head, then paused and said

"But generally speaking, what you said is correct. Human education... and dog training are very appropriate."

"At least the two have similar purposes. They just need someone who can fill the gap in their own needs, who is obedient, loyal, can please themselves, and is not dangerous to themselves."

"Humph, let me tell you that I can't be wrong. I already know human beings very well!"

A proud smile appeared on Nimfu's little face, with her hands on her hips, as if I'm so awesome, please praise me.

Qiming looked at Nimfu thoughtfully. Although his little fairy angel was an intelligent universal angel, he always felt that she was obviously very intelligent, but she always gave people the illusion of being a fool.

Is it because of hair color?Hmm... quite possible.

However, Nimfu’s perception is not wrong. At least all the schools, workplaces, and other places she saw are filled with the same concept——

The concept is obedience.

Superiors versus subordinates, teachers versus students, what they always emphasize is not knowledge or anything else. What they do the most and the most profound thing is always to strengthen the obedience of the "people below" to themselves.

Some people who are out of society will call the obedience test imposed on them by their superiors in the workplace 'PUA' or some other term, and then criticize them constantly. However, most of them may not realize that they have been subjected to this test since they were young. PUA's.

Parents treat children, teachers treat students, and the process from childhood to adulthood has always been a process of continuous practice of obedience testing.Compared with the workplace, this kind of 'PUA' from childhood to adulthood almost never fails, and almost most of them have achieved very good success results.

But this kind of obedience training cannot be said to be wrong.

After all, children do lack life experience and wisdom compared to adults, and when more experienced individuals in the group lead young individuals, it is natural to require obedience from the other party. You cannot simply call the inheritance of wisdom and survival experience For obedience education.

This is true—but the essence of obedience and domestication remains unchanged.

Wanting to make the other person obey you to shape the other person into what you think is the true meaning of education - but it is also very appropriate if you apply this label to dog training.

It is through a lot of repetitive learning that the other party can master the skills you want him to master.Then there will be rewards if you do well, and punishment if you don't do well.

What Nimfu said is absolutely correct.

What this Zhengde Academy gave her was even more intense. If the places in the world where the most thorough obedience education is concentrated are the military and prisons - then this place below is undoubtedly a prison.

Even calling it a prison is discrediting the prison. At least most prisons in humanitarian countries will not drag the prisoner to electrocution just because he contradicted the prison guard.

Nimfu looked down, and what she saw was not a person, but a dog trainer holding a whip and a group of dogs beside him.

It's not meant to be insulting, just an idea.

If there's something she doesn't understand, maybe it's that Nimfu can't understand those 'parents'.

If they view their child as a pet, a dog, in their hands, then why would they hand over the training and ownership of the dog to another person?

If they loved this dog, why did they allow him to be tortured here?If they hated the dog, why would they spend a fortune remaking him?

Faced with Nimfu's doubts, Qiming smiled and explained to her.

"Why, because - this is love."

"Love?" Nimfu pointed down with a doubtful look on her face, with an expression of 'are you kidding me'?

If the following behavior is the so-called love, then doesn’t the Lord of Space, who once beat her and mentally tortured her out of boredom, love her to death?

"There are many kinds of love, but most of the love, no matter how modified it is, is a narrow and extreme thinking based on the desire for control." Qiming said with a smile.

"It is an instinct to love someone and want to monopolize them. For those parents, it is because they 'love' their children that they work hard to make their children become what they think is the 'best'. "

"Then why do they say they are right?" Nimfu said unconvinced.

"Yes, why should they?" Qiming shrugged.

"It's because they know that they are not qualified to tell outsiders that they must be right, so they must tell their children that their arrangements must be right."

"If they don't say it's right, wouldn't they be wrong? If they were wrong, wouldn't it be embarrassing?"

"...Are you saying that just because they are afraid of losing face, they would rather someone still abuse their children?"

'In their opinion, it's not abuse but education. Look, are they still thanking the 'doctor' when he's not here? '

Nimfu looked at a pair of parents who were nodding and bowing to Dr. Quan, who was grateful to their adoptive father, and suddenly fell silent. After a while, she slowly exhaled.

"Humans... are so complicated."

"You might as well say that human beings are just a mountain of shit made up of a bunch of illogical garbage code." Qiming laughed.

"I don't deny what you said, Nimfu. But now, we are ready to start giving gifts to our lucky ones."

"What exactly did you take out this time?" Nimfu turned around and asked curiously.

"Well...it's a contract, so to speak." Qiming smiled inexplicably.

"A substantial 'contract'."

......

A basin of foot-washing water was poured on Di Qing's body.

The warm water with a fishy smell spread over the body that was in constant pain from the electric shock, stimulating the unconscious Di Qing to open his eyes.

He was hung upside down on the horizontal bar in the playground, and around him were the fierce-looking supervision students. With excited and ferocious expressions, they said viciously to the other people gathered in a circle next to them.

"This is the result of defying the rules of morality, you all have to watch out for me!!!"

"Uncle Quan is heaven here, and our rules are your life! If you don't obey the orders, you will get the same fate as him!"

As he spoke, he picked up a stick with a heavy book tied with tape and hit Di Qing hard on the body.

The impact delayed by the tape penetrated the skin and injured Di Qing's internal organs and bones, but because of the electric shock not long ago, he could only feel a numb and severe pain.

"Kill, kill...when I get out, I will kill all of you..."

A body whose muscles are twitching after being electrocuted can only issue such vague threats, but how can a threat from such an immobile person be a deterrent?

Just like a stripped-off girl shouting in front of a gangster not to come over, a weak threat will only become an additive to encourage the other person's viciousness.