Chapter 1 "What the heck!"

Lin Xian exclaimed.

Even though he had been mentally prepared,

Even though he knew that Emperor Gao Wen didn't play low-level games,

Still,

When Lin Xian saw this completely unexpected research result, he was greatly shocked.

Emperor Gao Wen.

He truly never played by the rules, always predicting Lin Xian's predictions.

In the fifth dream, when Lin Xian opened Gao Wen's notebook, thinking he was doing some pragmatic research similar to hibernation pod filling fluid,

Emperor Gao Wen went straight to the atmosphere and, with a backhand, flung out the principle of the space-time shuttle.

Now, in the sixth dream, just as Lin Xian felt he was about to come up with some fashionable, cutting-edge theoretical research,

Emperor Gao Wen suddenly returned to simplicity, never forgetting his original intention, returning to the school of hibernation, and pulling out the amnesia problem that countless eras and scientists could not solve.

This was the real genius.

The many great changes in human history, in fact, could all be traced back to Gao Wen's research.

As for himself,

He was just a diligent little bee, a selfless porter.

"Didn't they say that the amnesia side effects caused by long-term hibernation are unavoidable? How could it be..."

As he spoke,

Lin Xian suddenly realized.

He had misunderstood.

The amnesia side effects caused by long-term hibernation were indeed unavoidable.

Whether it was a child like Zheng Xiangyue, a peerless genius like Emperor Gao Wen, or a time-traveler like the blue-eyed girl,

Everyone was equal in the face of the amnesia side effects of hibernation.

No matter who you were, no matter what race, as long as you slept in a hibernation pod for more than ten years, you would inevitably lose your memory; and as the hibernation time continued to lengthen, and due to individual physical factors, when the hibernation time exceeded 20 years, you would most likely lose all your memory, your brain would be formatted, a blank slate.

Amnesia was absolutely going to happen; this was the consensus of the entire scientific community.

But,

Who said the lost memories couldn't be recovered?

Emperor Gao Wen never disappointed.

While others were only thinking about storing more memories with notebooks and videotapes, Emperor Gao Wen had already taken a different approach and began to study the Great Memory Recovery Technique.

Lin Xian held this notebook with utmost respect, looking at the last word in the handwritten preface:

Brain Nerve Electroshock Helmet.

This thing sounded very vivid, like Professor Yang's lightning magic weapon for treating internet addiction. It was roughly a helmet-shaped device that could be placed over the head and then release an electric current to electroshock the brain to restore memory.

Lin Xian didn't know the specific principle,

But judging from the name, it should be close to his guess.

Lin Xian turned to look at Gao Wen:

"Gao Wen, since you've already researched this kind of thing, why didn't you announce it? Even if you didn't announce it, you should have kept one for yourself, so that when you wake up from the hibernation pod, we can put the helmet on you and shock you, and you can restore your original memory?"

"This invention is too amazing. I can't imagine that once the biggest side effect of hibernation pods is overcome, then hibernation will become a zero-cost, risk-free space-time travel. The last bit of worry people have about hibernation will disappear, and hibernation may really become a social norm."

"However, how exactly does your device restore lost memories? Are there any usage restrictions?"

Faced with Lin Xian's admiration,

Gao Wen shook his head blankly:

"I don't know? I saw this thing, this so-called brain nerve electroshock helmet, for the first time today, and I probably don't know as much about it as you do. You're asking me such a professional question; I definitely can't answer it.

I also can't figure out why I didn't just announce such a magical product if I had already researched it before hibernation?"

With questions in their hearts, the two opened the notebook cover.

They discovered that

Between the front pages, there was actually a laminated handwritten letter.

Judging by the handwriting and the words on the cover, it was written by the same person.

Then, needless to say, this letter should be a personal letter written by Gao Wen before hibernation to himself after hibernation.

"Can I take a look?"

Lin Xian asked for Gao Wen's opinion, after all, this was Gao Wen's privacy.

"Sure,"

Gao Wen said casually, without any real feeling,

"Let's read it together."

With permission,

Lin Xian picked up the laminated handwritten letter, placed it in front of the two of them, and read the words on it together.

Dear future me, long time no see:

When you see this letter, you've probably just woken up from the hibernation pod, your brain is blank, you don't know who you are, you don't know where you are.

Regarding the question of who you are, you can consult other notebooks and video recordings, which contain detailed records that will make you understand everything about being Gao Wen... that is, the me who is writing this letter to you now, the past you, Gao Wen...

Since we were young, we have been particularly interested in hibernation pods, the kind of romance and epic feeling of humans relying on technology to resist fate and cross the river of time, often fascinates us on every whimsical night.

From that time on, we vowed to devote ourselves to the research of the hibernation field when we grow up and exert our own value.

However, after growing up, we sadly discovered that, due to its early start, hibernation pod technology has matured over two hundred years. In addition to the unavoidable side effects of amnesia, the latest hibernation pods have almost no adverse effects on the body. So... in the technical field, there is no need to continue research.

At that moment, we were confused, not knowing where to go in life. We once briefly got involved. Please check this name.

If it's true what Gao Wen wrote in the letter, that he is a genius scientist, then we should be able to find some information.

Journal papers, academic reports, etc.

No matter what,

This brain nerve electroshock helmet manuscript still has to be copied; this wool must be pulled.

In a sense,

This may be more important than a miniature nuclear battery, on par with the space-time shuttle, and enough to completely change the world pattern.

"It seems that Turing will have to live a few more days."

Lin Xian found a place to sit down and began to memorize the contents of the notebook.

According to his original plan,

He might complete the Genius Club's second question after exiting the dream, perform a great historical correction, and eliminate Turing in 2024.

Then he could continue to answer the third question.

Joining the Genius Club as soon as possible before July 7th was the top priority.

He estimated the thickness of the notebook and his memorization speed, a simple division,

It would take at least half a month to twenty days to copy this brain nerve electroshock helmet manuscript back to the real world.

"Time is so tight."

Lin Xian couldn't help but frown.

After copying this manuscript, he would be able to see the Genius Club's third question, but at that time, there would only be ten days left until his death anniversary on July 7th.

Only these ten days.

Would it really be enough time to complete the third question and join the Genius Club?

Wouldn't he repeat the same mistakes?

"I can only speed up."

Lin Xian made up his mind.

He wouldn't do anything else in the following period; he would concentrate and do his best to quickly memorize the manuscript, striving to complete the copy within ten days.

In that case, he would still have more than 20 days to answer the third question, and there should be enough time.

"Without further ado, let's begin."

In the following days, Lin Xian returned to the wool-pulling state, like a diligent little bee, constantly transporting Emperor Gao Wen's manuscript.

This day,

He made lunch.

He was about to eat, sleep, enter a dream, and follow the routine,

But suddenly,

Di di di di!! Di di di di!!

The phone emitted a rapid alarm sound.

This was the first time Lin Xian had heard this kind of alarm sound; what was it reminding him of?

He picked up the phone.

He saw a pop-up window he had never seen before.

From the Xiao Tiancai Phone Watch Parent App, it was frantically issuing reminders:

"Yan Qiaoqiao has left the electronic fence range!"

"Yan Qiaoqiao has left the electronic fence range!"

The alarm sounds rose and fell, and Lin Xian felt like his phone was about to explode.

He muted the reminder sound.

Then he immediately opened the App to check Yan Qiaoqiao's location.

He thought he would see a direction closer to him.

But unexpectedly,

The map showed that Yan Qiaoqiao's location had indeed left the electronic fence range and was moving away from the city at a very fast speed.

Away from the city?

Where was she going?

Lin Xian zoomed out the map and looked at the direction Yan Qiaoqiao was moving, which was towards University Town.

"University Town, Donghai University?"

Lin Xian narrowed his eyes.

What was Yan Qiaoqiao doing at Donghai University?

Could it be,

"The lab?"

Lin Xian suddenly realized:

"Rhine Lab! The small refrigerator! Entangled space-time particles!"

Damn it.

Yan Qiaoqiao wasn't going for that entangled space-time particle, was she?

In Lin Xian's previous guesses, Yan Qiaoqiao's way of recovering her memory was likely related to space-time particles!

Although this was just an irresponsible guess,

But at this time, it was better to have one less thing than one more.

Entangled space-time particles were already very mysterious things. If something strange really happened with Yan Qiaoqiao and her memory recovered, turning her into Lin Yuxi,

Then he would be miserable:

He mustn't fail to make it through July 7th and become a laughingstock.

"Ugh, she's really a handful."

Lin Xian had no choice but to go out.

He went downstairs.

Hailed a taxi.

And headed to Donghai University's Rhine Joint Laboratory.

On the other side,

Inside Donghai University,

An Elfa van was parked in front of the laboratory building, the electric rear door opened, and Yan Qiaoqiao jumped out lightly. Zhao Yingjun, wearing sunglasses, followed behind.

"It's rare to have a vacation, and you chose this kind of place to hang out."

Zhao Yingjun pushed up her sunglasses, looked at the sign for Donghai University's Rhine Joint Laboratory in front of her, and then looked down at Yan Qiaoqiao:

"What's so fun about this kind of place? Could it be that you're also a science and engineering girl? Do you just like these devices, beakers, and test tubes?"

Yan Qiaoqiao shook her head.

She extended her right index finger and pointed to the laboratory on the second floor with an open window:

"Brother Liu Feng is in there; he can teach you how to date."

"What?"

Zhao Yingjun couldn't help but snap:

"Yan Qiaoqiao, are you sick? When did I say I needed someone to teach me how to date? You said you wanted to come find Liu Feng to play, and that's what it was for?"

Yan Qiaoqiao nodded.

She looked at Zhao Yingjun with sincere eyes:

"I want you and Brother Lin Xian to date."

"Mind your own business!"

Zhao Yingjun sighed and rubbed her temples:

"Don't you think you're being too nosy? If you really feel like you have too much free time every day and nothing to do, maybe I should sign you up for some hobby classes to expend your energy."

"Besides, am I starving you or mistreating you now? Why are you always thinking about Lin Xian every day?"

Yan Qiaoqiao took out the palm-sized small photo frame from her pocket.

Inside was a family photo taken at Disneyland, with Lin Xian, Zhao Yingjun, and Yan Qiaoqiao squeezed together.

Zhao Yingjun narrowed her eyes:

"You still carry it with you?"

Yan Qiaoqiao nodded:

"I'm afraid of losing it."

Zhao Yingjun was speechless:

"You're more likely to lose it if you carry it with you, right?"

"Oh, well, never mind."

She chose to give up connecting with Yan Qiaoqiao's thought processes.

If it weren't for the resemblance,

Zhao Yingjun would really suspect whether Yan Qiaoqiao was her biological daughter. Where did she inherit this jumping, random, and self-proclaimed logical thought process?

"Never mind."

Zhao Yingjun followed Yan Qiaoqiao into the laboratory building:

"Since we're here, let's go up and take a look. I've heard Lin Xian mention Liu Feng before, but I've never actually met him."

"Speaking of which, what kind of person is Liu Feng?"

Yan Qiaoqiao tilted her head and thought while going up the stairs:

"A strange person."

"A strange person?"

Zhao Yingjun frowned slightly.

"Qiaoqiao, you can't describe elders like that; it's impolite."

"Liu Feng is a scientist. You might find him strange because his composure, calmness, and rationality are different from ordinary people like us, but that's how those high-IQ scholars are."

"So don't say anything careless later; you have to respect scientists, understand?"

"Oh."

Yan Qiaoqiao nodded obediently and pointed to a laboratory on the second floor with an open door:

"It's here."

Zhao Yingjun politely knocked on the open door and walked in with Yan Qiaoqiao.

The blind Liu Feng raised his head.

He looked at Zhao Yingjun in confusion:

"You are..."

Zhao Yingjun smiled:

"Hello, Liu Feng. My name is Zhao Yingjun; I'm a friend of Lin Xian. I don't know if he's mentioned me to you."

"Zhao Yingjun?"

"Oh, oh, oh!"

Liu Feng let out a goose-like call, suddenly realizing:

"Zhao Yingjun! You finally came!"

"Huh?"

Zhao Yingjun was slightly stunned, not understanding what was happening.

She saw Liu Feng excitedly rushing to the blackboard, scanning the arithmetic sequence written on it:

Yan Qiaoqiao fourteen years old, Chu Anqing twenty years old, Su Su twenty-three years old, Nangong Mengjie twenty-six years old, Huang Que thirty years old.

He picked up the eraser.

Under Zhao Yingjun's puzzled gaze, he erased Nangong Mengjie's name and then wrote Zhao Yingjun's three characters.

Bang.

He tapped the blackboard with the eraser:

"That's more like it."

"Like what?" Zhao Yingjun couldn't keep up.

"Congratulations, Zhao Yingjun."

Liu Feng looked at Zhao Yingjun with a slightly approving gaze:

"Congratulations on entering the arithmetic sequence!"