Chapter 20 | The Correct Use of Low-Privilege Settings

After that mistake, Li Xing didn't take any jobs for two days.It wasn't that no one came.It was that he shut himself off.The yard quieted down, and he felt a sense of relief.He needed this quiet time.On the morning of the third day, Li Xing pushed the malfunctioning car back to the center of the yard.Not to repair it.It was to review the situation.He crouched down, not touching it immediately, but closing his eyes first.The low-privilege space responded quickly.There was no notification sound.Only that familiar "magnification"—breathing, heartbeat, muscle state, all surfaced.He didn't rush to sense the car.Instead, he sensed himself first.His wrist was stable; his concentration was above average; there were no fatigue warnings."Confirm me first, then confirm the situation."This was the first new rule he set for the low-privilege space.He opened his eyes and began to inspect the car.This time, however, he deliberately suppressed his intuition.When that "incongruity" resurfaced, he didn't make a judgment.He simply noted it down.Then, using the most primitive and rudimentary method, he examined it inch by inch.Sure enough.When he found the crack, he felt no emotion.Not "I was right after all,"but rather—I finally didn't rush to conclusions.Li Xing sat on the steps, took out his notebook, and rewrote a few lines:—Perception is only responsible for "reminding," not for "conclusions"—Any perceptual anomaly must correspond to at least one piece of real evidence—When perception is too clear, one should actually proceed more slowlyAfter writing, he closed the notebook.At that moment, he suddenly realized a fact:Low-authority mode is not about weakening.It's about returning the "right to judge" to him.That afternoon, he reopened the door.The first person to enter the courtyard was an acquaintance, pushing an old cart.“Minor problem, the chain keeps skipping.”Li Xing nodded.He first turned the pedal by hand.Sensory activation.No abnormality.“It’s nothing, the chain is loose.”This was a judgment that could be confirmed with the naked eye.He adjusted it.Throughout the process, the low-privilege space was almost imperceptible.But when he tightened it to a certain point, he felt a slight change in resistance.Not an abnormality, but a warning of a critical point.He stopped, not tightening it any further.He test-rode it.Perfect.The man smiled: “Xingzi, you’re really reliable at fixing bikes now.”Li Xing just smiled, without replying.He knew that his reliability wasn’t because his “feeling was more accurate.”It was because he was no longer led by his feelings.In the evening, another slightly more complicated job came in.A strange noise from the front wheel.Sensory alert: a slight misalignment.He didn’t immediately remove the axle.Instead, he checked the rims, spokes, and brakes first.Only then did he return to the axle.The problem was indeed with the axle, but not due to uneven wear; it was insufficient lubrication.This time, there was no rework.No arguments.The money wasn't much, but it was reassuring.That night, Li Xing entered the space again.The low-privilege interface remained simple.He stood within it, and for the first time, he actively "defined" the space."You're not a teacher.""You're an instrument."The space didn't respond.But the amplified perception was stable and calm.He suddenly understood—If he treated the space as a teacher, he would blindly follow;If he treated it as a cheat code, he would be greedy for speed;But if he treated it as an instrument, he was the true driver.He lay on the kang (heated brick bed) and closed his eyes.There was no disappointment.Instead, there was a grounded sense of security.From this moment on,he no longer pursued "fewer mistakes."Instead, he learned how to make mistakes controllable.And that's what the lower-level administrator truly wanted to teach him.