Chapter 22 Zhenyuan’s Secret

"I don't understand, I don't understand, Captain. Do we have to pick them up?" the king complained along the way, "There are so many people, why don't we give them the coordinates and let them find them on their own?"

"What do you want to say?" asked the captain.

"So I can meet TERRY later."

"Okay, I know you and him are natural enemies. But..." The captain was speechless for a while because there was really nothing to say.

"Can I go back first?" asked the king.

"NO." The captain emphasized: "This is an offline party!"

"OK..." the king said weakly.

The crowd was extremely crowded. Although the bodyguards made it feel much easier to walk, they still had a snail speed when walking to Russell's Gate, and the captain and others would drive to pick it up.

Yang Hai asked curiously: "Boss--"

"Don't call the boss, it's very stiff." TERRY said with a smile: "Why do you usually call the captain and that crazy person?"

Yang Hai: "...It's usually called uncle. OK, Uncle TERRY, what's the matter between you and Uncle King?"

"I, the king and the captain are classmates. It happens that we are not only graduated from the same university, but also in the same class." TERRY's mouth smiled: "You know, no matter how powerful a person is, there is always someone who can control him. Generally speaking, people call this relationship a natural enemy. I am the natural enemy of the king."

Yang Hai remembered the arrogance and domineeringness that the king usually showed in his careless heart. He could not imagine that such a person would have natural enemies.

"Can you tell me the story between you?" Yang Hai asked extremely curiously.

"Well, of course." TERRY laughed and said, "We all graduated from the Business School of the University of Southern California. The King is the best-born person in the class, the captain is the best-known person in the class, and I am the best-scoring and handsome person in the class. Haha, that's how the story begins."

Yang Hai couldn't help laughing. When he was middle-aged, his face was still clear and angular, like a carving, with a hint of evil charm in Minglang. It was also very credible to say that he was a handsome guy back then.

"The life in college is like that, haha." TERRY's expression was filled with a little memory: "The king's temper... you probably understand it. That guy is a very arrogant person, and few people can really take him seriously. And, to be honest, if a person like the king can find friends, it would be a strange story in the world. But it's just that here, he and the captain are the best friends. I actually haven't figured out what's going on. The captain and the king have nothing in common. The king's guy is arrogant, proud, petty, and likes to be superior, and no one likes him. The captain is the opposite. These two people with no common personalities have become good friends."

TERRY paused and shrugged, "Everyone likes the captain, but when dealing with the captain and being friends, he has to endure the unlucky nature of the king. Everyone tolerated it, but I can't tolerate him. Unfortunately, except for being richer than me, the king can't compare to me in anything. He is not as handsome as me, and he is not as good as me, and he can't like women without me, and he can't play games. Anyway, he will be unlucky every time he meets me, haha! I snatched all his girlfriends, although he only has two girlfriends in total; in the years of college, he has not achieved any grades better than mine... Of course, he also did some other things, such as betting with him, winning without suspense, winning a pair of Kafka oil paintings, and burning them. Of course, he also

We will take revenge on me. When we were in college, we kept stumble and putting shoes on each other. Later... haha, there was no more. After graduation, we met each other at the game festival every year and sarcastically talked to each other. He and the captain really had a strange friendship. After so many years, he had not changed much. When the captain formed DARK, he left a big guild and went to help the captain. I always thought that one day the captain would not be able to stand the king's arrogant temperament and had a stumble with him. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, so many years passed, the captain's son could make a fuss. That guy could not get a wife unexpectedly. The three of our old classmates actually sat together again. Haha, you say, according to the Chinese, is this a fate?"

Yang Hai smiled and shook his head: "Uncle King is not as unbearable as you said? He is not very talkative and a little domineering, but he doesn't hate it to that point."

"Of course, he is a prince now, how could he still have no progress like in college?" TERRY said for granted: "You have never seen the king of that year. That's really a big bastard. After becoming more handsome, except for the captain who can persuade him, I can cure him."

"Well...you mean..." Yang Hai thought about what TERRY meant: "You mean Uncle King is a little afraid of you?"

TERRY thought about it and laughed: "I think so anyway. You can ask him, but I think he will probably not admit it."

"Hmph! I felt that guy was uneasy since he got involved in ETYPE!" The king said to the captain angrily: "Oh my God, why are there such an annoying people in this world? After graduating from college, I thought I had gotten rid of him forever!"

"Get rid of it?" the captain asked knowingly: "Why use the word "Get rid"? Do you care about him very much? Are you afraid of him?"

"Ha, ha...huh!" The king raised his head: "Will I be afraid of him?"

"You haven't won a normal contest once." Perhaps annoyed by the king's harassment, the captain was very mean: "To be honest, old man, the only person in this world who can make you feel bored is the only one left in the federal central intelligence brain."

"I haven't beat him?" the king raised his voice.

The people in the second group were laughing and listening to jokes.

"It never happened in a normal contest," said the captain. "The establishment of the 'Anti-TERRY Humanitarian Committee' does not count."

"Why not count? Isn't this a victory?" the king said proudly: "More than half of the students in the business school have brought that badge - a cute and cherished life, away from TERRY's badge."

"Because this is not a normal contest." The captain emphasized: "Do you know what normal means? Just bring that ridiculous badge and you can get a full semester tuition fee... Can this be called normal?"

"SO, what about that time?" the king said with a thick neck blushing face and a thick neck: "Who did we have that time longer than that time!"

"This is not comparable, old man." The captain said while instructing the driver to drive slowly and try to avoid areas where the air passage may be blocked. "You put laxatives in his canned lunch meat. Even if Agamemnon is reborn, even if there is a naked Helen in front of him, how long can he be powerful if he takes laxatives?"

"But TERRY was fooled! I did it perfectly and without any flaws. The so-called "Soldiers never get tired of cheating-"

"In order to let him take the laxative, you specially bought a can sealer, and it was purchased through a federally approved encrypted channel." The captain refuted: "What flaw can he see? Do you suspect that a full thirty grams of setopamine dispersion tablets dissolved in a sealed can?"

Hahaha—The people in the Second Group had never heard of this story before, and they all burst into laughter.

The king's old face turned red and he shouted and diverted his attention.

"Hey, Zhenyuan, let's talk about your father and brother?" The king said as if nothing had happened: "Didn't we go and pick them up after picking up the military advisors?"

"..." The smile on Zhenyuan's face gradually disappeared.

The king suddenly realized that perhaps what he said was not appropriate.

"They are two physicists." Zhen Yuan took a deep breath and said, "Then... it's gone."

The iconic building of Santa Fe is the Morning Light Building, which is a private palace of the ancient French noble Hansluna family. Today, Santa Fe has gradually become immersed in a fanatical atmosphere, but the Morning Light Building seems to have not changed much.

There are no rooms on the top 26th floor of Chenguang Building, and the entire floor is a large room.

There are no windows on the 26th floor, and the sun cannot be transmitted here all year round. But the owner of this building, Cruise Rego Hansluna, likes this.

Because the sun shines on him will make him feel very uncomfortable, although he is 73 years old this year, his personal health care doctor has repeatedly emphasized that he should take more sunlight, which will be good for his body.

But he didn't like to be exposed to the sun, he enjoyed the tranquility and shade hidden in the shadows, even though it made his originally not-so-good physical condition worse.

What Cruise is thinking about now is the upcoming meeting with the two distinguished guests.

Obviously, absolutely private spaces like the 26th floor are not suitable for meeting guests. Cruise looked at the big bed in the middle of the room with a deep sleepy body, and some private items in this room that clearly had a wall heat system but felt extremely gloomy. Perhaps if others saw this room, they would think that he was noble, mortal Duke Hansluna, who was a perverted old man. Hansluna would not care about the views of some ants, but the two people they were going to see today were obviously not within the scope of ants.

Those were two scientists, a father and son, from China.

The father's name is Chen Dao and the son's name is Chen Qun. They are the pride of China and the two most prestigious scholars in the physics community today. Hansluner always respects some things that are beyond common sense, such as this miraculous father and son.

Thinking of the grand plan that had been planned for nearly a hundred years in the family, Hansluner felt that his body functions, which were about to age, miraculously rejuvenated.

Knowledge is power...If that plan can be helped by these two physicists, then...

The world is within reach!

There was endless fanaticism in Hansluna's eyes.

"My dad and my brother, they both... Oh, GOD, don't ask." Zhen Yuan said upset: "I don't know why the two of them came to Santa Fe, but I'm sure they were definitely not here to participate in the Game Festival, I'm sure."

"How sure?" Sky asked suspiciously: "At this time everyone came to Santa Fe, are there any second explanations other than the carnival of the game festival?"

"I stick to my own point of view." Zhen Yuanyu is not shocking and dies: "The two of them are even reluctant to play online games?"

WHAT?

Even the driver was frightened. The luxury air cushion car obviously made a terrifying and violent turn, and then returned to normal. However, the captain did not ask for trouble for the driver, but asked in surprise: "There are still people who don't play online games?"

"But why? Why? Why?" The devil asked three consecutive whys to prove his confusion.

"They are the kind of people who devote their lives to science," Zhenyuan said, rolling his eyes, "So don't expect them to understand what the game is."

"But they can get the free battle cards and then conduct their own scientific research in the game? The federal central processor does not prohibit such behavior." Yang Hai asked: "Why not do it if you have ten times more life?"

"The problem lies in this." Zhen Yuan replied: "Virtual reality technology is a scientific technology based on photon paradox. You know, the current research on photon paradox in the physics community is basically equivalent to the research of string theory more than two thousand years ago, and it is hard to do its best. How could my dear father and brother conduct their own research and experiments in the game before they are uncertain about the authenticity of virtual space? In their opinion, theories and practices that cannot be verified are meaningless."

"I still don't understand." Yang Hai said puzzledly: "We have all entered the world of games, which means that the virtual dimension does exist? Are there any questions?"

"Different, military advisor, different."

Zhen Yuan shook his head repeatedly: "It should exist, and it is too different from being proved to exist. Everyone knows that the photon paradox is right, just as the ancients knew that the Goldbach conjecture was right. But it is very difficult to prove a theory. Academic research on photon paradox, let alone argue this paradox, even explaining this paradox is very difficult. This involves the most cutting-edge physics knowledge, and you can't understand it even if I say it - there are no more than ten people in this world who understand the true meaning of photon paradox."

"So, do you understand?" asked the devil keenly.

"Well...I understand." Zhen Yuan nodded expressionlessly.

"Yoyo!" The sky whistled: "Little brat, can you be a physicist too?"

"I'm not." Zhen Yuan said with a straight face: "I'm not a physicist, please don't use this word to insult me."

Everyone was stunned.

For a moment, no one knew what to say.

"Do you know the most outrageous thing?" Zhen Yuan said worriedly: "My dad and brother, they are preparing to start entering online games recently. It's like... it's like the 300 Spartade warriors suddenly broke into the bathroom while you were taking a shower and then danced a striptease in front of you."

“…”

"What the hell are they going to do?" Zhen Yuan murmured to himself.

"Are we going to pick up his father and brother?" the king asked the captain in a low voice.

"...Let's go and pick it up." The captain grinned. "Although it sounds like two perverts."

Zhenyuan looked up at the captain.

The captain waved his hand quickly and said, "Well... I didn't mean it, I just--"

"Well said." Zhenyuan gave the captain two thumbs up.

Looking at the astonished expressions of everyone, Zhenyuan laughed.

"Don't worry." Zhenyuan said: "They and I are two kinds of creatures. Whatever you say, I won't be angry."

"Father, I think it's a cruel mistake for us to come to this stupid city, too cruel." In the floating elevator of Chenguang Building, two men were talking in a low voice. One was middle-aged and the other was a teenager.

They were all wearing pitch-black, straight suits and tied meticulously. They were obviously two different faces, but at first glance they almost made people mistakenly think it was a person's face.

"Indeed, it's too cruel."

Through the transparent glass wall on one side of the elevator, the middle-aged man looked at the bustling pedestrians on the street outside and said seriously: "These people are wasting their lives. They do not know how to dedicate their lives to the happiness of this perfect universe, nor do they know the meaning of letting humans think non-stop. They have rotted and deteriorated, and my children are rotten like your younger brother."

"That's right." Another boy whose expression seemed to be the same as the middle-aged man, also said seriously: "That's why I feel too cruel. Unfortunately, my brother is already out of salvation when he is addicted to the toys that are depressed."

A trace of pain appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes: "Your brother...ah, let's not mention that evil son! He, he and us are simply two kinds of creatures."

"But..." the young man frowned: "If he was willing to join in and study the subject of photon paradox, we would definitely...uh."

Looking at his father's sudden sharp look, the boy changed his words back: "We might succeed."

"Even if there is no such person, physics will definitely continue to move forward." The middle-aged man's tone was faint, but his fists were already tightly clenched: "Let's go, let's meet that sponsor. I hope this time he will not be reluctant to invest money like those vulgar rich people, but we will be able to obtain research results within fifty years."

"But maybe it doesn't take fifty years at all." The boy blurted out. "If my brother adds—"
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