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nWith all this commotion, the second period was basically impossible.

nThe radio was kept under control, but there was no limit to the volume of the children, especially as they were having fun and screaming like bombs had been dropped on a chicken factory.

nThe English teacher’s spirits had obviously been sufficiently battered during the first lesson, as she taught in her usual pitch to the sound of cocks, with a look of self-loathing.

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nCompared to the frenetic Second High School, the atmosphere at First High School is much better than that of Second High School, which is also due to close in two days.

nLou Ying, played by 089, is sitting in the middle of the third row of the class, the best seat in the class.

nHis head was bowed and he was lightly carving something with a fine needle, his movements and expression were idle and less focused than usual, thus attracting the attention of the maths teacher.

nLou Ying has been the star of hope for almost all the teachers at YCIS, and every teacher is secretly hoping to add to his or her professional resume with this rare student. The day before yesterday, he had already caused a small storm in the teaching team when he suddenly took leave due to his mental state, and today he came back to class with such a distracted look.

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nHe knocked on the board, ” Lou Ying , you come up.”

n089 looked up a little puzzled, “Hmm?”

nSeeing his uncharacteristic lethargy, the maths teacher had a bit of a headache and had to repeat his request, “Come up and do a demonstration and solve this problem for everyone.”

n089 slowly gets to the lectern, goes over the questions the teacher has just read over, and begins to write the steps of the answer in an organised manner.

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nThe chalk rubs against the blackboard, sifting down fine dust along the way.

nHaving solved the beginning, he took the blackboard eraser again and erased all that he had just written down.

nHis previous answers were exactly right in terms of ideas and steps, and the teacher, seeing that Lou Ying was still the same Lou Ying, had put his mind at rest and was surprised to see him erase his written answers again, “Hey ……”

n089 inclined his head, “I thought of a simpler way.”

nIt is possible to write at least five fewer steps in the derivation process than you have just done.

nAfter completing the question and answer process, he returned to his seat under the envious eyes of his classmates and continued with his private work.

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nWhen he first entered the system, 089 was deployed by Lord GOD, who put him in charge of the lottery and forbade him to participate in field work.

nOne of the most important reasons is that 089 is so concerned with his own personal life and ideals that he never minds what others think of him or look at him, hence the first impression he gives is that he is goofy, as if he can be easily held and controlled, and is suitable for an important position where it is easy for Lord GOD to move around.

nNot to mention Lord GOD’s lapse in judgement, even 089’s parents had once dismissed him as an unintelligent child.

n…… until the first time I got his report card.

nWhen I was writing Wen as a child, I talked about my future aspirations and other children wrote that they wanted to be a policeman or a scientist, while 089 wrote that my lifelong dream was to be someone’s father.

nThis Wen chapter was read as a joke to the whole class by the language teacher.

nWhen we were young, we always joked with each other about being a father, but when we grew up, we knew the weight of the word “father” and understood how to get along with each other, so we naturally forgot the absurdity of our youth.

nBut 089 never forgets.

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nTen years later, 089 Ji Feihong, became the only person in the class to realise his dream.

nNo one thought a person with a high school entrance exam score of 700 and near perfect marks in maths and physics should apply for the kindergarten teacher course, but Ji Feihong did.

nHe took his kindergarten teacher’s certificate and returned to his family’s orphanage.

nHe is the father of all the children here and he can make them have a warm and comfortable home again.

nAt the age of 24, Ji Feihong was killed in a car accident.

nSince then, he has had a new home in another place.

nIn fact, this time it was Chi Xiaochi who had the wrong idea.

nThis is a world that Lord GOD did not send 089 to, but he volunteered himself to come and take his place after hearing that 061 had come to a parallel world.

nHe had an important job to do.

nWhen the bell rang for the second period, many students flung themselves onto their desks to catch up on their sleep, while 089 got up and entered the men’s toilet cubicle.

nAfter making sure the door was locked, 089 closed his eyes.

nWhen he opened his eyes again, he had shifted himself into a room that he had once known all too well.

nThe room is quite empty and clean because of the minimal clutter, except for the walled bookcases that surround it on three sides, and the thousands of books in the private collection that are displayed on them, which make the place slightly different.

n089 stood in the room and glanced at his watch.

nBecause the teacher had delayed the class by two minutes, at full count he now had only seven minutes of recess time and, for quality reasons, he could not always occupy the bathroom and interfere with others addressing their normal physical needs.

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nSo, he only had three minutes to do what he wanted to do.

n…… However, for him, three minutes was enough.

nSure enough, within a few moments, there were familiar footsteps from outside.

n089 is not misremembered.

nAt this point in his life, he would have just finished his second lesson and let the bears out to play while he went to his room for his usual snack and refreshment.

nThe next second, the door to the room was pushed open from outside.

nJi Feihong, the Ji Feihong of this world, stands in the doorway, staring at 089 with Lou Ying’s skin on top.

nJi Feihong took a step back to confirm that this was indeed his bedroom before speaking to the young student in front of him and asking, “…… you are?”

n089 Singular: “Do you want to go abroad?”

nJi Feihong : “Huh?”

n089: “If you go abroad and find a man, you may save his life, will you go?”

nJi Feihong scratches her hair: “Is this some kind of trick game?”

n089 repeated his question, “Will you go?”

nJi Feihong straightened his face slightly: “Seriously?”

n089: “Yes, seriously.”

nJi Feihong nodded without hesitation, “Of course I’ll go then.”

n089 handed over the post-it notes he had prepared: “Everything relevant, I’ve written on them. He lived in Eastern Europe, in the Ukrainian state of Kiev. There is a boulevard near the most famous St. Andrew’s Church there, and his family lives at number 66 in the Podil block at the end of the east boulevard. His mother is of Chinese descent and his Chinese Wen is very good, so there is no need to worry about communication barriers. His full name is Zhuang Changting and his English Wen name is Ryan, Zhuang Rui’an, aged 27. When you get there, all you have to do is ask about him and you’ll know where he is.”

n”…… He’s a good looking guy.” At the mention of the man’s name, 089’s voice unconsciously softened and lightened, “white hair, white eyelashes, just bad eyes and a congenital heart condition. You have to remind him that on September 8 next year, he must be hospitalised, well observed, for three days, and not leave during that time. It was in the early hours of September 11 that he died. Remember that?”

nJi Feihong surveyed the note in his hand, “Remember. So how do I convince him that I’m telling the truth?”

n089: “That’s your business.”

nJi Feihong was quick to say, “OK.”

n089: “Thank you.”

n”Is it convenient to tell me who you are?” Ji Feihong clutched the note in his palm, “A time traveler? Or someone from the future?”

n089 stopped explaining and grabbed the last bit of time to inform him of another most important matter: “And you, remember not to drive out around the end of August next year. Even if you must drive, be careful of tired drivers.”

nThe three minutes he had booked for himself were quickly coming to a head.

n089 pushed open the bathroom door and had just returned to sit in the classroom when the handover signal came from 061 three times in half a minute in Lord GOD space.

n089 smiled.

nThe last time I saw 61 so impatient was when he first figured out how he felt about Chi Xiaochi before he formatted it.

nHe pressed the handover button.

nIn the next moment, 089 changed back into his white and black work outfit and stood at the Lord GOD space’s handover point.

nTaking advantage of this point in the handover, the pair quickly exchanged the messages they already had.

n”Have you received your award?”

n”Hmm. You’ve met Ji Feihong of that world too?”

n”Just got it done, everything that needs to be accounted for. Took three minutes.”

n”Three minutes?” Lou Ying was a bit taken aback, “You teleported in and out in front of him?”

n”Uh-huh.”

n”…… Aren’t you afraid you’ll scare him if you suddenly disappear?”

n”It won’t. Nothing would scare me.”

n”Are you sure he’s going to be there?”

n”If it were me, I’d be there.”

n”So confident?”

n”Sure.”

n089’s tone is as confident as ever.

nThere are times when this over-confidence always makes you want to punch him, but other times, it gives him an unspeakable charm throughout.

n089 said, “…… myself, I know it well.”

nLou Ying gives him a pat on the shoulder.

n”I’m about to leave.” 089 said, “Brainflower has probably been trying to squeeze me hard lately, and has given me a lot of substitute assignments. I still have over 200 missions to go, and I don’t know when I’ll be teleporting. I didn’t think I’d be able to do something good for me and 23 on the other side of the world before I left, no less.”

nLou Ying raised his eyes and realised that it was almost time, the forced teleportation was about to open, and was just about to say some goodbyes when 089 took his wrist in his hand.

nHe said softly, “I have also brought my daughter-in-law some gifts to meet her. My father is poor and has nothing to give, so I have left the things in the storage room for you two. You mustn’t steal it.”

nMeanwhile, the teacher on Chi Xiaochi’s side has given up resistance to the laughter of the children next door and has opted to let them study on their own.

nChi Xiaochi also found a redundant item in his warehouse.

nHe had counted all the items in the warehouse, and the sudden appearance of an extra item was naturally striking.

nChi Xiaochi peeled back and found it to be a bag of Mimi’s shrimp strips with a note more prominent than itself: “For my dear daughter-in-law”.

nChi Xiaochi tore the note off and took the shrimp strips out, giving the bag a gentle shake.

nA clattering mishmash of snacks emanates from inside.

nMy tablemate was unmotivated to study when his eyes glanced at the rattle and lit up, “You actually have this good stuff? Here, confiscate it.”

nChi Xiaochi said, “82.”

nTablemate: “The ones from the year of the founding had to be confiscated too.”

nChi Xiaochi : “Open your hand and I’ll give you a share.”

nTablemate: “Look at your pettiness.”

nChi Xiaochi : “I’ll give you a chance to reorganise your language.”

nTablemate: “Dad.”

nChi Xiaochi was joking around with his tablemates when he poked his hand into the bag of shrimp sticks and unexpectedly touched something hard and unusual in the far corner.

nHe grabbed a small handful of shrimp sticks and gave them to his tablemates, then the rest to the front and back of the table, leaving himself with an empty bag with only a few sticks left, a small disk, and a dozen grains of rice.

nIt’s rice, or crystal clear raw rice.

nThe rice has delicate lettering carved into it, and it is not clear when 089 secretly worked out such a craft.

nChi Xiaochi places the rice carving on his textbook and studies it with his head down.

n”Before, 61 was given to me before it was formatted.”

n”Back in the day, 61 put this in a snack for me.”

n”I’ve been saving it for so long, it’s time to return it to its rightful owner.”

n”32-bit password, not your or his initials.”

n”All-spelling allophones, Morse code, every existing way of solving cryptograms I’ve tried.”

n”Don’t waste your time.”

n”It’s not either of you two’s birthday.”

n”It’s not the morphing encryption of your birthday. I’ve tried any existing encryption of the number series as well.”

n”It’s not your parents’ birthday.”

n”Not the file codes, school numbers and lucky numbers that appear in any of your lives.”

n”Not your film title abbreviation.”

n”Not the point in time when you used to kiss someone in a movie.”

n”Not with any of the numbers I associate with 23.”

n”I’ll do my best to crack it for you.”

n”Watch and eat it, I’ve disinfected it.”

nChi Xiaochi finished reading it and thought, 089 this is really trying.

nAlso, he probably thought he was really close to leaving Lord GOD space to risk entrusting him with something like this.

n089 was even so afraid of being observed by Lord GOD that he was afraid to pass it into himself as a datum.

nIt is not until you hold something like this in the palm of your hand that Chi Xiaochi takes on a sinking sense of reality.

nHe had always thought he was sober enough before, but never before had he been poured with cold water like this, with nothing but biting coldness all over his body.

n…… He actually did immerse himself in the world.

nAll around there is the clickety-clack of little hamsters.

nChi Xiaochi doesn’t have any familiar friends, doesn’t have any middle school or high school reunions, and has only had one Lucas around all these years.

nHe is surrounded by those that belong to Chi Xiaochi but not Chi Xiaochi.

nIt was a bit of a bad feeling, reminding him of the distant past, the con man who had told him to wait until three in the morning.

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nChi Xiaochi did not have a very good time.

nHe’s got a sick private life.

nAt first it was just a matter of receiving hundreds of roses and having letters stuffed with love and covered with lip marks sent to the office.

nLater, a $100,000-plus car pulled up in front of Chi Xiaochi’s house, with Chi Xiaochi movies playing on the car TV inside and used condoms thrown all over the front and back seats.

nChi Xiaochi called the police, but the police were slow to catch the man.

nThe other man was a very experienced man who knew how to conceal his features and whereabouts, and the car he had parked in front of Chi Xiaochi’s house was stolen.

nThe seriousness of the incident gradually escalated.

nOne day, Chi Xiaochi found a small, square piece of toilet paper wrapped in his takeaway.

nOnce turned over, a thin blade stained with an unknown bloodstain lay inside.

nWritten in blood inside the toilet paper were four large, dark red letters, “Look at me.”

nLucas was so frightened that he cursed and dragged Chi Xiaochi for a medical check-up and sent the blade for laboratory tests, fearing that the other party had some kind of contagious disease.

nThe test results came back with human blood, and it was good to see that after the tests, the possibility of the other party having an infectious disease was tentatively ruled out, but the corresponding blood type could not be found in the current DNA database.

nThe day the test results came back, the private student sent a private message to Chi Xiaochi’s Weibo account using a small number.

n”Is my blood good to eat.”

n”If you like it, I’ll make blood tofu and give it to you next time.”

nAs a result, the day after sending these two messages, the police informed us that the private student had been caught and was in ICU after being beaten up so badly.

n…… was so close to passing away on the spot.

nLucas has been sleeping with Chi Xiaochi every day since the appearance of the bastard, and has been with him for so many days, and when he received the news, he was so proud of himself that he said he would use his old man’s connections to sue the bastard and put him in jail for half his life to collect soap.

nAs a result, Lucas had just left Chi Xiaochi’s house when a private tweet came through: “You don’t have to worry, he won’t come back.”

nThe private message paused for about half an hour, as if hesitating about something.

nChi Xiaochi watched as he typed and deleted, deleted and typed again, and found the man a bit amusing.

nFinally, the result of his half hour sent over, “Don’t you be afraid.”

nChi Xiaochi thought this man was quirky, and that there must be another Wen.

nSure enough, after this, he would say something to Chi Xiaochi every day.

nUnlike his fans, who were all about “typing in”, Chi Xiaochi thought this was the first time he’d ever been a fan, which was both adolescent and funny.

nThen Chi Xiaochi couldn’t stand it any longer and asked him one day before he went to bed, “What the hell are you going to type?”

nThere was a quick reply, “Wanted to say good night.”

nChi Xiaochi : “Ah, that said, good night.”

nThe other side probably stopped typing for fear of annoying him, but Chi Xiaochi could not stop looking at his phone.

nI don’t know why, but Chi Xiaochi always cared for him a little.

nHe even gave the other party a nickname, “typing in progress”.

nDuring that time, he had just finished a film, and for his own safety, Lucas’ schedule for him was not too intensive, so he had a rare moment of free time, which he simply spent chatting with interested online friends.

nThe person on the other end seems to be busy too, but if Chi Xiaochi replies to him, he will always reply in seconds.

nThe relationship between the two did not develop very far, they only occasionally had a chat.

nHe didn’t look like a fan who was desperate to confess his love, nor did he look like an unorthodox wanderer, but rather like someone who had come to make friends with his idol.

nChi Xiaochi doesn’t hate him.

nAnd so their casual acquaintance continued for two months.

nUntil that day, when the other person sent a sapphire ring, saying that he intended to give it to his beloved.

nThe ring is a first-class piece in terms of design and colour, and there is nothing bad about it, except that it is so expensive that it would be a pain in the neck to buy it from Chi Xiaochi.

nTo be honest, I really like this ring, Chi Xiaochi.

nHe said, “It’s expensive.”

nThe other person said, “It’s fairly affordable. Like it?”

nChi Xiaochi : “Ask me if I like to do something.”

nThe other person said, “I’ll buy it for you if you like.”

nChi Xiaochi is more than twice as sensitive to this sort of thing after his experience with the private student rice, and after catching a whiff of something wrong, he decided to stop talking to him.

nThe other party also quickly recognised that he had crossed the line and sent a hasty apology, “I’m sorry, it was abrupt.”

n”I saw this ring today and liked it so much I thought I’d send it to you.”

n”I shouldn’t say things like that.”

nLooking at his words, Chi Xiaochi felt an indescribable distraction and picked up his phone, intending to black out the other party.

nHe is not capable of developing any kind of intimate relationship and he should not hold anyone back or give anyone that illusion.

nIt’s been a dizzying two months for him.

nThe other party seemed to have sensed something and hastily edited a message and sent it over.

nAs soon as Chi Xiaochi swept those four words out of the corner of her eye, her whole body was confused.

n”…… I’m Lou Ying.”

nChi Xiaochi blew up on the spot.

nHe instantly typed down a large curse and was just about to send it when the next text message came from over there, “When I was a child, I told you that my mother left with my brother or sister in her womb. You managed to comfort me by borrowing the dance team girls’ clothes from school to wear.”

nChi Xiaochi is dumbfounded.

nAll his shrewdness evaporated out of thin air with his brain in that moment, and he typed dumbly, “…… How did you know?”

n”I’m Lou Ying,” he said gently.

nChi Xiaochi said, “I don’t believe it.”

nIt was a phrase that was said over and over again by him countless times that night.

nThe man over there kindly said, piece by piece, what only he and Lou knew.

nBy the end of the day, Chi Xiaochi was shedding tears and saying, “I don’t believe it.”

nThe other party hesitated for a while before making up his mind and extending an invitation in a gentlemanly manner, “Do you have time this Sunday evening at 7:30. I’ll be waiting for you in the Western restaurant on the TV tower.”

nFrom Tuesday to Sunday, Chi Xiaochi took a long time to digest the news.

nThe other man wouldn’t say what he’d been doing over the years, saying it was a work secret that couldn’t be revealed, but he said that over the years he’d often come back to see Xiaochi and that he knew everything that had happened to him and how hard he’d been working.

nThese simple words were so sweet that Chi Xiaochi rolled around in bed with her mobile phone.

nAs the day drew nearer, Chi Xiaochi went from being skeptical to being as happy as a child before a spring trip.

nHe had booked a table three days in advance, cancelled all his engagements and called Lucas early on Sunday morning to ask him to advise him on what to wear to his date.

nLucas doesn’t know why Chi Xiaochi is so happy, but he loves seeing Chi Xiaochi like this: “My baby looks good no matter what.”

nChi Xiaochi, however, was not satisfied and changed his altered school uniform for a sweatshirt, a white shirt and finally a slim-fitting mini-suit to show Brother Lou how good he would look when he grew up.

nAt six o’clock on Sunday evening he arrived at the restaurant and went to the table he had booked.

nThe colour of his suit matched perfectly with the tablecloth and cutlery.

nThe table was decorated with Chi Xiaochi’s pre-ordered oxalis garnished with frangipani flowers, fresh with dew dripping off, perfect.

nBut this is not enough to satisfy Chi Xiaochi.

nHe double-checks the position of his little bow tie, checks that the wine on the table is awake and that the glasses and bowls are set correctly.

nHe initially ordered napkins arranged in the shape of roses, but at seven fifteen called the waiter and replaced the roses with sailboats.

nAs he watched the minute hand slide a little closer to half past seven, Chi Xiaochi, his hands clenched and his fists in his lap like a student, sat upright and waited reverently for his hope to come.

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