Genius Club-Chapter 1182 - 41 Creating Sentences with Keywords_2

Lin Xian spoke with gravity:

"You have a bigger belly than a pregnant woman."

"No way."

Zhao Yingjun waved Lin Xian over:

"Feel it yourself. It’s been more than ten weeks now; my belly’s noticeably starting to round out. The doctor said that after a while, I’ll be able to feel the baby move."

Lin Xian sat down on the sofa and placed his hand on Zhao Yingjun’s slightly rounded abdomen.

Indeed.

It was starting to swell.

He found it truly marvelous...

It was an indescribable feeling.

Inside here.

There was actually a new life.

A person who, in a decade or so, would grow up gracefully—someone who would be sitting on the sofa with them!

"It’s hard to imagine…"

Lin Xian sighed:

"The two of us actually created a living, breathing human."

"It sounds silly to say, but it really is a miraculous thing. No matter how advanced science becomes, it still can’t truly give birth to real life, yet for humans... it’s such a simple matter."

"Simple? Haha."

Zhao Yingjun chuckled lightly:

"Simple for you, maybe, certainly not for me. Thankfully my morning sickness hasn’t been too severe. You... you’re the typical freeloader, whether it’s the company, the baby, or the lab. You’ve been a hands-off manager your whole life."

"Has the situation with Du Yao been completely resolved? What’s your next goal?"

Lin Xian leaned back and sprawled against the sofa:

"[Obviously, it’s to find Chu Anqing—this is my ultimate goal and a promise I must fulfill.]"

"But for now, the Genius Club’s dynamics don’t allow me to ask directly about the Millennium Stakes or the universal constant 42. If I bring it up, everyone else will immediately catch on."

"At the next meeting, I’ll inquire about solving that future virus in the network and reviving VV."

"V?"

The Pomeranian, VV, heard Lin Xian call its name, rolled its round little figure halfway, and squinted curiously at Lin Xian, wondering why its royal presence was being summoned.

"Not talking about you."

Lin Xian looked at VV puffed up like a balloon and couldn’t help but laugh:

"I’m referring to the super Artificial Intelligence VV. It’s probably going stir-crazy in the vacuum cleaner robot—pretending to be an artificial idiot every day must be excruciating."

"Speaking of VV."

Zhao Yingjun cast a puzzled look at Lin Xian:

"You’ve told me that CC’s memory fragments include another VV—a bearded, long-haired man... It’s absolutely bizarre. There are three VVs in this world, and they all trace back to this dog I raised."

"But I don’t understand. CC’s memory fragments are supposed to only show her life experiences, essentially events from 2604 to 2624, correct?"

"If the bearded man VV she saw is really you... then how does one explain the logic of the timeline here? Did you take a Time Shuttle Machine to travel 600 years forward, or did you hibernate in a Hibernation Pod until then?"

Lin Xian shook his head:

"It should be neither."

He gestured with his hands:

"First of all, the Time Shuttle Machine can’t travel to the future; this possibility is denied outright by its principles. As for the Hibernation Pod, why would I have any reason to hibernate until 600 years later? Even if I did, I wouldn’t end up so unkempt."

"Also... what puzzles me most right now is the blue-eyed version of myself in CC’s dream."

"Since the eyes are blue, it proves I did undergo time travel. But the Time Shuttle Machine won’t be released until 2234. Moreover, due to the Space-Time Exclusion principle, I couldn’t simultaneously retain blue eyes and my original appearance."

"Really, this is an unsolvable paradox—layers and layers of contradictions. Add to that the montage-like dreamscape from Zhang Yuqian, and the logic becomes utterly entangled."

Zhao Yingjun listened to Lin Xian’s explanation without speaking.

She lowered her head.

Deep in thought:

"I’m more inclined to believe that the scenes Zhang Yuqian dreamed of and the ones CC dreamed of are from the same setting... At the very least, they should be interconnected and not entirely independent."

"After all, the Millennium Stakes are such stable entities. Across hundreds of years, each succession of a Millennium Stake has identical looks, and their times of birth and disappearance are pinpoint accurate. To maintain stability to such a degree…"

"[There’s no reason the dreams of different Millennium Stakes would be completely unrelated.]"

Lin Xian closed his eyes and exhaled deeply through his nose:

"I think the same, but is there any logical way to connect the contents of Zhang Yuqian and CC’s dreams?"

He suddenly had an idea.

Recalling those "sentence construction exercises" that frequently appeared on elementary school test papers.

Those exercises would provide a few keywords, then ask you to construct a sentence incorporating all of them to form a complete thought.

Why not give it a try?

Lin Xian took paper and pen from under the coffee table and began writing down keywords from Zhang Yuqian and CC’s dreams, one by one:

Explosion, white light, mushroom cloud, newspaper, 1952, burning, Einstein, blue-eyed Lin Xian.

"Let’s play a game."

Lin Xian smiled at Zhao Yingjun:

"Try constructing a sentence using as many of these keywords as possible to form a coherent description."

Zhao Yingjun caught on:

"That’s indeed a good way to promote divergent thinking."

She stared at the keywords for a few seconds, then began:

"[In 1952, Einstein caused a massive explosion that produced a huge mushroom cloud and white light. Everything was burning—the newspaper, houses, cities, and… blue-eyed Lin Xian.]"

"That works."

Lin Xian chuckled:

"But the subjective interpretation is too strong, assuming Einstein is the villain and I’m the innocent victim."

"Then what else?"