High school science students save the world

When Tan Zheng saw Song Ci and Yang Yan go out, he didn't lift his eyelids, and stood still, silent.

The old man Huang did not speak, and finished his cigarette slowly. The cigarette almost burned his hand, so he unhurriedly pressed the butt of the cigarette into the ashtray, and then pretended to cough without sincerity: "No Sorry, sorry, I'm not used to the smell of smoke."

Qin Zheng just shook his head.

He stood silently for a while again, a trace of unknown emotion suddenly appeared in his eyes, his delicate thin eyelids blinked, and he said softly: "He doesn't know about that."

Dr. Huang smiled disrespectfully and said, "You don't want him to know, and he will never know."

"No." Qin Zheng paused, as if he was thinking about something, "He will know one day, just like now, I can't hide it."

The old man Huang said: "I actually don't understand, why did you hide it from him?"

Tan Zheng lowered his head and thought for a while, then turned his head slightly and said in a low voice, "I... don't want him to be sad."

The old man Huang sneered a few times inexplicably: "Really—well, let's not talk about this, have you seen Fat Brother, what did he say?"

"We are the link point of the time-space Mobius belt, as long as we break it, the time-space Mobius belt will be untied..."

The old man Huang couldn't help curling his lips: "He's right. Gardeners can't kill you because of the rules, and even we can't do it, only you. But—have they forgotten? Everything is for human beings." As he spoke, he sighed, "We haven't prepared yet, and now all plans have been disrupted."

Tan Zheng kept his mouth shut, unwilling to answer.

The old man Huang lamented for a while, and waved at him: "You go, take Yang Yan to the reference room tomorrow, and you won't be able to relax in the future - there is no overtime pay, alas."

Tan Zheng didn't answer his boring complaints, but closed the door lightly, and the old man's words came from inside the door: "Yang Yan is in the cafeteria, go quickly."

So he went to the cafeteria in silence.

The cafeteria was also silent.

Song Ci seemed to have lost her composure, and honestly ate the pudding. Of course, Yang Yan was also embarrassed, and lowered his head to eat the noodles, only occasionally making small noises.

When Qin Zheng came in, he saw the three of them, the canteen master was reading a magazine.

Seeing him coming, Yang Yan pushed the chicken feet with pickled peppers: "It's for you."

Tan Zheng didn't seem to expect it, he was stunned for a while, and finally said thank you, and sat down next to him.

The cafeteria chef poured himself a glass of lemonade: "There's still something to eat, do you want it?"

Yang Yan's heart skipped a beat.

He did buy pickled peppers and chicken feet for Qin Zheng, but... how should I put it, the motive for this was not pure--Tan Zheng would naturally buy food, so what should he buy?

When the cafeteria master asked this question, it seemed that Tan Zheng didn't like to eat.This is not only superfluous, but even a bit clumsy.

Qin Zheng shook his head and said, "That's good."

Yang Yan didn't look at them, but stared at the bowl wholeheartedly, rolled up the noodles and said, "What do you like to eat? Sorry, I just bought it casually."

Qin Zheng just repeated: "This is very good."

After they finished eating, it was past one o'clock at night. Song Ci gave Yang Yan the room card, and Tan Zheng glanced at her lightly, but didn't say a word.

Tan Zheng seemed exceptionally silent today.

Actually, Yang Yan didn't want to bother him much, he went back and was busy figuring out his thoughts, but when Tan Zheng followed him into the room, Yang Yan's eyelids twitched.

He looked sideways at Tan Zheng: "You... Where's your room?"

Qin Zheng said concisely, "Sleeping with you."

Even the subject is omitted...

Yang Yan wanted to ask if you have a room, but before he could tell, Tan Zheng had already run to the bathroom, and closed the door quite naturally, and after a while, there was a sound of water.

Yang Yan glanced at the double bed, couldn't help but rolled onto the bed and covered his face, looking at the dim desk lamp through his fingers.

Yang Yan's heart was no longer secretly rubbing, but violently shaking like an earthquake, and at the same time, a voice came from the abyss that split the earth:

dying!

I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm not from the earth, so I can drink whatever I want? !

Tan Zheng's muffled voice suddenly sounded: "The clothes are in the closet, help me get them."

Yang Yan helped him get a change of clothes, but the door was only opened a crack, only enough for one arm to get in and out, and after getting the clothes, he closed the door with a "touch" that was lightning fast.

Yang Yan: "..."

He resigned himself to spreading the quilt.

Tan Zheng came out just after the quilt was spread, his face was so red that people worried that he had a high fever, Tan Zheng looked at the bed for a while, and couldn't help but whispered, "I...should I change the room?"

Yang Yan patted the mattress: "Sleep!"

Qin Zheng said "Oh", and then lay down straight, just touching the edge of the bed, as if he would fall off if he moved.

Yang Yan had already shrunk under the quilt. He turned off the light and lay down. The room was filled with darkness, but it was not panic, but embarrassment.

Yang Yan suddenly said, "Whose room does this belong to?"

Qin Zheng seemed to have turned over in a precarious state before saying, "Mine."

Yang Yan gritted his molars hard, scolding Song Ci bloody in his heart.

"But it's also my first time staying here."

Yang Yan was startled, he remembered the time-space Mobius strip that old man Huang said.

He was picked by the Gardeners as a scavenger, and he discovered those inexplicable restrictions.

However, the "rules" are relatively loose for them, since they are earthlings after all.

"Rules", but what exactly are rules?

Why did dinosaurs suddenly disappear, why do humans only grow so tall, why are elephants never as big as whales?

Because of the rules.

Up to now, there are still many theories about the extinction of dinosaurs, but Yang Yan couldn't help but start to speculate ideally: it was because their existence did not conform to the rules.

If the era wants to develop, it will definitely develop, even if it cannot be called an era at that time.However, the existence of dinosaurs is a threat to advanced civilizations. They have extraordinary military power but do not have enough room for evolution. Isn't a fly still a fly after 1 years?

But the flies have at least changed, natural selection, survival of the fittest, dinosaurs can't adapt, they can't meet the requirements of the rules, so they can only die.

Yang Yan rolled his eyes lightly, his vision seemed to become clearer, and at the same time, an idea came out of his mind uncontrollably.

——Then the unscientific existence of Heimen and αυX particles is also to test human beings?Whether it is a person from the planet α-Instrand or a person from Earth.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest.

He has no memory of the planet α-Instrand, which is like a hazy Chinese painting with rippling water. It's annoying, but when the relationship between flesh and blood is torn away, the earth is like a dumbfounding news, even if it is true, it can only be a chat after dinner.

Seeing that he had no voice, Qin Zheng felt his heart tighten, feeling that he was really being contrived, thinking about Yang Yan's relief, and at the same time hoping that he would pass over this matter and never mention it again.

But this matter happened to be brought up by him on his own initiative.

Qin Zheng hastily stretched out his hand from under the quilt, poked it out and touched it randomly, and suddenly touched the soft and cold skin.

Yang Yan was touched on the face by Tan Zheng. He thought Qin Zheng's reaction was really funny, so he couldn't help laughing out: "Why, my hands are so hot, my face is about to have chilblains."

Qin Zheng became a statue in the dark, motionless.

Yang Yan restrained his smile this time: "How long have you been in the space-time Mobius belt...?"

He heard Qin Zheng turn over and the quilt rustled.

There was a muffled voice coming out of the quilt.

"……3631 days."

3631 days, approximately equal to ten years.

The number of ten years sounds far away and terrifying, but Qin Zheng doesn't know, 3631 days, this kind of cold data makes people feel chills in the bottom of their hearts.

It's like a blunt, rusty and curled knife that gently cuts off a layer of your skin, and then tells you that it's been cut 3631 times.

The new knife has been raised high, and when the time comes, it will skillfully cut off another layer of flesh.

Yang Yan doesn't have so many delicate emotions, not before, and even less now.He just felt being dragged from the bed and thrown into the snow, a bone-chilling cold shot from the soles of his feet to his scalp.

How many decades are there in a person's life?

Not to mention that I haven't done anything in the past ten years, I can't even falsely comfort myself, and I can't have a full youth.

Tan Zheng put the quilt on his head, and the hot air from breathing and talking sprayed into the quilt. The air in that narrow space became hot and humid and thin, and he couldn't help taking a deep breath.

"I'm already... 27."

"It's an adult."

However, Yang Yan lifted his quilt off: "You will become stupid if you lack oxygen like this, sleep honestly."

Tan Zheng closed his mouth, curled up his body quietly, but turned his back to Yang Yan's direction, and was always vaguely thinking about turning around when Yang Yan fell asleep, but before he knew it, he just fell asleep like this. all night.

I slept very deeply and had no dreams all night.

When Tan Zheng woke up, he found that Yang Yan was not there, and there was an ugly and tattered note on the bedside table, with three large characters written on it: have breakfast.

It seemed as if adding one more word would kill him.

Tan Zheng understood at a glance that Yang Yan was going to the cafeteria for breakfast.

Meals in the cafeteria are available 24 hours and are of good quality - although he has never tried them.

Tan Zheng got up to wash his face and brush his teeth. When he was foaming blankly at the mirror, a head suddenly appeared in the mirror, and he was so startled that he almost swallowed the foam.

As soon as Qin Zheng turned his head, Yang Yan was smiling at him with a malicious expression on his face.

Tan's temple couldn't help but twitch.

Yang Yan stretched half of his body, and pulled out a steaming plastic bag from behind as if by magic.

"I heard people say...you don't know how to eat chicken feet and pig's feet."

……

The ones in the plastic bag were obviously his favorite food, chicken feet and pig feet that had been deboned.

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