Blood-red data pulsed in the upper right corner of his retina, and Pei Rang gave up when he counted for the sixth time.
He was lying on the folding bed in the temporary tent, staring at the line of numbers climbing up like a snail. The noisy footsteps of the trialists could be heard outside the tent. Someone was shouting about "first kill" and "contribution value". It sounded very lively. But he didn't want to go out.
