Genius Club.

Chapter 512 Little Johnny
Little Johnny rubbed his aching knee and gritted his teeth as he chased to the alley entrance, only to find that... the tall gentleman who had just saved him had already walked away and entered a luxuriously decorated hotel.

He remained silent for a long time and continued to follow.

……

It's getting late.

Lin Xian walked into the hotel, came to the front desk, and prepared to check in.

The disappearance of the first generation CC was regrettable and heartbreaking, but after releasing his emotions, he also understood that this was an outcome that was destined to be unchangeable.

At the same time, it was also the purpose of his trip to 1952.

Only by witnessing the formation process of the Millennium Piles with one's own eyes can one deduce the truth of their root causes, and then find a way to save CC, save Chu Anqing, and save all the Millennium Piles.

And now.

It’s time to move on to the next step…to verify whether I can dream.

Choose a room and register at the front desk.

Lin Xian wrote down the name [Douglas] on the list.

The waiter took a look and handed over the room card and note with both hands:
"Mr. Douglas, this is your room card. Please come over here and take the elevator."

The service in this high-end hotel is really good, and there was a special staff member who escorted Lin Xian to the door of his room.

After closing the door.

Lin Xian took off his coat and hung it on the hanger.

Look back into the room.

Quiet, still, empty and quiet.

There is no chattering CC, no figure swinging legs on the bed, and no Brooklyn girl marveling at the luxurious facilities.

At this moment, Lin Xian truly experienced what CC said:
"This room is really too big."

He took out a small white square gift box from his pocket and placed it on the table.

turn on.

Take out the $20 silver watch inside.

The hour and minute hands were still clicking, and he needed to turn the knob on the right to wind up the internal spring. Every turn seemed to twist Lin Xian's nerves, making him feel more and more empty and cold in Brooklyn in 1952.

Finish winding.

The time on the dial shows 00:12 in the morning.

I opened the wrinkled note in the gift box and read the English words CC wrote on it:
[Starting tomorrow, daylight saving time will end, remember to set your watch back one hour~]

It's past midnight now.

A new day, November 11, 3, the daylight saving time ended and winter time officially arrived.

Lin Xian pulled up the knob and turned it counterclockwise, letting the hour hand go back to 23:12 of the previous day.

Unfortunately.

The hour hand can go backwards, but time cannot flow backwards.

Even if we move the dial back, it is just deceiving ourselves and cannot change anything, just like this locked history.

Lin Xian clenched the watch in his hand.

This is the only thing that the first generation CC left for herself, and it is also the only trace she left in this world.

"I have to find a way to bring this watch back."

he said softly.

But now comes the problem.

If you want to bring this watch back to 2024, it will only take a few decades. There are many ways to do it, and many buildings and commercial institutions will still exist.

But we can’t go back to 2024…

The kite string on the back of his head now connects to the time and space of 2234, which is almost 300 years.

300 years is enough time for the Brooklyn Bridge to corrode, for the Williamsburgh Savings Bank clock tower to collapse, and for the Empire State Building to cease to exist.

300 years is a long time, and perhaps nothing in 1952 will survive 300 years later.

Even if we dig a hole and bury the watch now, it is difficult to guarantee whether there will be any plan to dig up the land in 300 years.

in the end……

“How can I bring this watch back to the year 2234 intact?”

Lin Xian hopes to come up with a foolproof solution.

He put the watch back into the small gift box, undressed, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After a day of hard work, he relaxed in the warm bath water, yawned, and suddenly felt very sleepy.

It's almost time.

It's time to lie down in bed and see what you dream about.

Wipe your body clean.

Change into pajamas.

Turn off the room lights.

Lin Xian lay on his side on the bed, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

……

……

call……

Familiar summer breeze, familiar temperature.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the familiar yellow sand and broken walls in front of him:

"Sure enough, the ability to dream has returned."

He is very familiar with this environment.

It was the [Ninth Dreamland] that he had been exploring for a long time.

Lin Xian hurried to the previous excavation site and dug out his old friend, the "mini nuclear battery motorcycle".

Nothing has changed. This is still the familiar dream, the familiar 0.0001764 world line!
"It seems that everything has returned to normal."

Lin Xian started the motorcycle and drove towards the underground hibernation cabin base where Maimai was.

Just as expected at the beginning.

After the first thousand-year pile was driven into the ground, his dreams returned to normal and everything was back on "track".

What are the reasons and opportunities? Why can I suddenly dream about the future?

"Could it be..."

"[That space-time particle brushed my ear?]"

This was the only reason Lin Xian could think of, but he was not sure.

This time travel to 1952 was far more confusing than he had imagined. He had come here to find out the truth, but he did not expect that there would be more and more questions.

"Further investigation of space-time particles and Einstein is needed."

at the moment.

The first main mission of traveling back to 1952 has been completed, and I witnessed the driving of the Millennium Piles with my own eyes.

The next main task will be placed on Einstein.

There are still two days left until November 11th, the date agreed with Einstein.

buzzing...

The electric motorcycle is running at full speed.

soon.

A familiar road.

Lin Xian arrived at the Grand Canyon on the surface.

Then he climbed down the vines, activated Maimai's hibernation chamber, and used brain nerves to shock the helmet to restore his memory.

The two chatted for a while.

We talked about "The Sky-Devouring Demon Emperor" and writing techniques.

At the moment, it seems that there is no fluctuation in the world line and everything is the same as before.

Lin Xian suddenly had an idea:

"Maimai, do you know Rhine University in Donghai City?"

"Of course I know!"

Maimai said excitedly:
"That's the world's top university! My dream is to be admitted to Rhine University!"

"Then why don't you take the exam?" Lin Xian asked.

"Tsk! What nonsense are you asking?"

Maimai rolled her eyes at Lin Xian and sneered:

"Can I pass the exam? If I can, of course I will go to school!"

"It shouldn't be."

Lin Xian held his chin.

He remembered Liu Feng saying that Zhao Yingjun's original idea of ​​establishing Rhine University was to train more talents for the future Lin Xian, the future Longguo, and the future world.

As the saying goes, talents are recruited regardless of their background... The admission score of the University of the Rhine is not high, and the strategy of teaching students in accordance with their aptitude is adopted. Even students with extremely poor academic performance can be admitted to the University of the Rhine and make use of their remaining talents as long as they have a skill.

In Liu Feng's original words:
"Rhine University covers an area half the size of Donghai City. It has more colleges and majors than one can imagine, and enrolls nearly 500,000 new students each year... No university in history has ever had such educational strength."

"There are nearly 500,000 new students, Lin Xian. You can't even imagine this. This is the best time for students across the country. Basically, anyone with a hand can get admitted!"

"Moreover, the tuition and miscellaneous fees after admission are very cheap, and the study and living conditions are very good. Zhao Yingjun's establishment of this university is truly a great contribution to the present and future generations."

Liu Feng has already said that having hands is enough. Mai Mai has both arms and legs, so why can’t he pass the exam?

"When you applied to Rhine University, how many points did you get in the college entrance examination?" Lin Xian asked curiously.

"hey-hey."

Maimai scratched his head embarrassedly:

“More than 300 points.”

"More than 300 points!?"

Lin Xian opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

This... this is simply the second Zhou Duanyun, a 300-point player.

Ok.

Considering the masterpiece "The Sky-Devouring Demon Emperor", Lin Xian thought it was reasonable.

"Then your life is quite pitiful."

Looking at Maimai, who is not much older than the first generation CC, Lin Xian couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic:

"I'm not good at studying. I'm very stupid. No one reads my novels. I can't get into university. I finally hibernated into the future and wanted to bet on the Renaissance... but the world ended up ending there."

"You curse again!"

Maimai took off from the airport with great enthusiasm:

"【I was born to be useful! How do you know that I am not a genius?】"

"【What do you mean the end of the world? Maybe the hope of saving the world lies in me!】"

Lin Xian looked at the proud and calm girl.

Nodding silently:
"You are right in saying this."

To be honest, having come this far, I really can’t do without Maimai.

If Maimai had not luckily survived the super disaster in 2600 and let Lin Xian find her in the underground hibernation base... then she would never have known about the hibernation-suppressing virus or Gauss's plan.

Afterwards, they will inevitably be infected by the hibernation-suppressing virus, becoming unable to hibernate and trapped to death in the 21st century, with no hope of saving the future of mankind.

So, you have to accept it.

Luck is also a hard power.

If one day, I can really save the future of mankind, Maimai will definitely be a highlight.

Such a great contribution must be worthy of an "Admission Letter from the University of the Rhine", right?

"If there's a chance later, I'll open a back door for you to study at Rhine University."

Lin Xian began to paint a rosy picture for Maimai:

"This is also an opportunity for you to further your studies. Go to university and learn how to write novels."

"Tsk, who do you think you are!"

With hands on hips:
"Do you think Rhine University is your home? You can open the back door just like that?!"

"Instead of counting on you to make promises for me, I might as well bet on my "Devouring Demon Emperor" becoming a big hit and take the path of special admission!"

"Hey, you just read my novel. How long do you think it will take for my novel to be recognized by the world?"

Lin Xian looked at his watch:
"10."

"10!?"

Maimai exclaimed:

"That's too long!"

"10...9...8..." Lin Xian looked at the second hand reading.

???

Three question marks floated above Maimai’s head.

boom! ! ! ! !
boom! ! ! ! !
boom! ! ! ! !
The scorching white light arrived on time, engulfing everything in the world.

……

……

……

In a Brooklyn hotel bedroom in 1952, Lin Xian opened his eyes.

The midday sun shines through the gap in the curtains, casting a ray of light.

He sat up from the bed.

Draw open the curtains and look at the city under the warm winter sun.

"Today, let's investigate the matter of space-time particles."

After washing and changing clothes, Lin Xian walked out of the room and took the elevator downstairs.

Arrive at the hotel lobby.

The waiter very attentively opened the door for Lin Xian:

"Mr. Douglas, the taxi you need has been booked for you and is waiting for you at the door."

Lin Xian nodded and walked out.

But suddenly——

"Sir! Mr. Douglas!"

A dirty little boy jumped out from the steps outside.

Dingqing took a look.

It was the little Johnny whom he rescued yesterday.

How did he get here?

The little boy crawled over and knelt in front of Lin Xian. He just heard the waiter's name and knew that the gentleman's name was Douglas.

"Mr. Douglas!"

Little Johnny looked up at Lin Xian:

"Please let me be your servant and stay by your side!"

Lin Xian looked at the child kneeling on the ground, not knowing whether to laugh or cry:
"Little Johnny, I gave you a lot of money yesterday, didn't I? That money is enough for you to live in another city or start a small business. It will be enough for a long time. Don't bother me here."

however.

Little Johnny took out a neatly stacked stack of banknotes from his pocket and handed it to Lin Xian with both hands:

"Sir, I don't want any money. I haven't spent any of the money you gave me. It's all here."

"I don't want to live my whole life in a muddle. I want to become powerful, great, and live out the meaning of life!"

He raised his head with a firm gaze, looking at the lofty Lin Xian:
"【Mr. Douglas, I want to be like you!】"

"I'm sorry, I can't take you in."

Lin Xian shook his head:
"I advise you to leave this city as soon as possible, otherwise, those blacks will cause trouble to you again. I have done my best by giving you this money."

After saying that, he stepped over little Johnny who was kneeling on the ground.

He opened the taxi door, got in, and drove away.

……

On the way, the taxi stopped temporarily at a department store.

Lin Xian bought a map of Brooklyn, a pair of binoculars, and a pen.

When these things were ready, he got back into the taxi and went to the roof of the Williamsburgh Savings Bank.

He stood where CC dissipated into blue stardust and looked to the west.

yesterday.

The space-time particle that flashed blue light was flying from the west.

"How did space-time particles appear?"

He stood at the highest point in Brooklyn, picked up a telescope, and looked towards the west from near to far.

From the bustling city, to the sparsely populated suburbs.

Put down the telescope.

Open the map of Brooklyn I just bought.

Lin Xian found his current location and slid the pen across the map, moving westward.

Soon, the pen stopped.

"The western suburbs of Brooklyn, the orphanage where CC is staying, and... Einstein's farm."

He unscrewed the cap of the pen and drew a circle where Einstein's farm was located.

"Could that space-time particle have come from Einstein's farm?"

Although this speculation is a bit far-fetched.

But at least judging from the flight direction and straight-line trajectory of space-time particles, it is almost correct.

"You can't..."

Lin Xian narrowed his eyes:

"The president of the Genius Club, the man who made the Millennium Pile, the origin of everything... is he really the Einstein in history?"

He sighed.

What you fear is bound to come true.

However, there is no point in thinking so much now.

When we go to the farm to meet Einstein on November 11, everything will become clear.

Back to the hotel near evening.

I found little Johnny still curled up in the corner of the door, looking over here expectantly.

But Lin Xian ignored him.

Enter directly into the hotel.

The next day, November 11, little Johnny was still sitting there waiting...

On the third day, November 11, little Johnny was still waiting there...

have to.

Lin Xian felt that this little boy was a bit like Master Cheng's "Three Visits to the Thatched Cottage" and "Standing in the Snow for Master Cheng's Door".

He packed up his things at noon and prepared to go to Einstein's farm to keep an appointment. After walking out of the hotel door, he saw little Johnny squatting in the old place again.

Lin Xian walked over:
"Even if you stay here forever, you won't change anything."

Little Johnny stood up and looked at Lin Xian:

"Mr. Douglas, my parents died early, and no one taught me how to live my life and how to make my life meaningful."

"You are the only person in Brooklyn who is willing to save me and talk to me. I don't mean to pester you. If possible, could you please show me the way forward in my life? I also want to live a proud and great life like you."

Lin Xian let out a breath.

Looking down at this hunchbacked, skinny little boy:
"Do you still have any impression of Longguo?"

"Have!"

The little boy nodded:

"When my parents took me to escape from Longguo, there were wars everywhere in Longguo. Life was very poor and everyone didn't have enough food..."

"Yes, but that's your homeland."

Lin Xian said softly:

"If you want to live a meaningful and proud life, then the most important thing you should do now is... study hard and learn all the knowledge you can learn here."

After a pause, Lin Xian continued:

"You can choose to wander around and beg for your whole life in the United States, or you can choose to use the money I give you to start over; learn knowledge or skills, do your best to learn everything you can learn in the United States, and then... return to Dragon Country and build up our backward motherland."

"If you can do these things, little Johnny, I will be very happy. In this era, many Dragon people have fought bravely on the battlefield. There are also many patriots who gave up their superior lives abroad and returned to their motherland to contribute their strength."

"Since you can stay here for several nights, I believe that if you use this energy to study, you will definitely achieve something. Are you willing to... transform yourself into a ship and bring advanced knowledge back to your backward motherland?"

"I am willing!"

Little Johnny's eyes were sharp and his fists were clenched:
"Mr. Douglas, I won't let you down! I will work hard with you as my goal!"

Lin Xian rubbed little Johnny's messy hair, smiled slightly, turned and walked towards the taxi.

"Mr. Douglas!"

Behind him, little Johnny suddenly shouted:
"Mr. Douglas! Can we meet again in the future?"

Lin Xian waved with his back:

"As long as you are good enough and great enough, I will definitely see your name in the newspaper."

"Then you must remember my real name!" Little Johnny caught up.

Lin Xian turned around:
"Aren't you called Little Johnny?"

Little Johnny shook his head:
"This name is a nickname given to me by those black people... It's actually a very ugly nickname, very insulting. I was born and raised in Dragon Country, so of course I have a Dragon Country name."

suddenly……

The kite string that had been stretched taut behind Lin Xian's head shook rapidly a few times as if blown by a breeze.

Little Johnny raised his head and smiled, revealing his white teeth:
"My last name is Ji! Ji means season! My name is——"

"Ji, Xin, Shui!"

(End of this chapter)