Genius Club

Chapter 327: Chapter 26 I’m willing Chapter 327: Chapter 26 I’m willing “You see, I told you so; it really does respond to your voice.”

Zhao Yingjun watched the few seconds of video she had just recorded with great amusement and couldn’t help laughing out loud.

That Pomeranian named VV was indeed particularly fond of Lin Xian.

As soon as it heard his voice, it would become docile and obedient, almost like it had turned into an affectionate little cat in an instant.

Lin Xian had also changed his opinion of the little dog and now found it somewhat endearing.

After all…

They were of the same root, so to speak.

Everyone was VV after all; there was no need for formalities.

By now,

Lin Xian had understood the origins of all the VVs and the temporal logic behind their existence.

He could explain most things about VV.

The only thing he still couldn’t figure out was—

What was “VV” according to CC?

Clearly, the name of the Pomeranian, the model of the trash can robot, and the name of Rhine Sky City’s central brain were all given by Zhao Yingjun, so they were called VV.@@novelbin@@

But Zhao Yingjun never considered herself as VV.

Whether now or 600 years in the future, in Zhao Yingjun’s eyes, she was always Lin Xian, and she would never use the name VV for herself.

She had set VV as the voice activation password because she had just recorded her voice calling VV; and so, she left hints all over Sky City for herself, ensuring that one day she would recite the command in front of the persistent trash can robot.

Therefore,

essentially, the VV mentioned by CC had no connection with the VVs in Zhao Yingjun’s life.

The only answer that made sense

was that her future self, who had inexplicably become a bearded man, had told CC that his name was VV.

That was quite intriguing.

Why didn’t she tell CC her real name?

Moreover, now that he knew VV was the name of a dog…

who would use a dog’s name as a pseudonym for themselves?

Wasn’t that just asking for ridicule?

According to CC, in that memory fragment from an unknown spacetime, she was still a little girl when she encountered VV, and she wasn’t very old, but that bearded man was already middle-aged.

Could it be that he had actually lived to see 600 years in the future in some alternate world?

Perhaps.

After all, each different dreamland represented a possible future, which was what Liu Feng referred to as different world lines under different spacetime curvatures.

In the Third Dreamland, he had died before the year 2026 and certainly couldn’t have met CC in the world 600 years later.

So what if he further rewrote the future,

what about the Fourth Dreamland?

The Fifth Dreamland?

What would they be like?

That was hard to say…

Temporal Flux was uncontrollable, and he could only try his luck step by step.

But first, his most critical task now was to become strong quickly; at any rate, he had to find a way to survive past 2026 first.

…

Zhao Yingjun watched the video she had just recorded several more times, then stood up, put her phone in her pocket, and said:

“I don’t know what to say…

I’ve raised it for seven years, and it still treats me like an enemy every day.

And here you two get along so well on your first meeting; you might as well take it home.”

Lin Xian chuckled.

He could tell that Zhao Yingjun was joking and explained:

“Actually, from a biological perspective…

it may be because of scent.”

“Scent?” Zhao Yingjun tilted her head.

“Yes.”

Lin Xian stroked the Pomeranian’s head over and over, following the fur along its neck, watching it purr with pleasure:

“Dogs’ sense of smell is much more acute than humans’, so they can smell a lot of scents that humans cannot.

And scent is a very important piece of information for dogs.

I guess there’s some scent on me that humans can’t smell, but dogs can, that’s making it so calm, so fond.”

“Just like bats and dolphins can hear sounds humans cannot, because sound frequencies are divided into ultrasonic and infrasonic, frequencies that are too high or too low for human ears to detect.

Scent is similar in that way.”

“But…

I’m just guessing.

I don’t know where I saw this, it might just be some marketing hype.

Or maybe, as you said, it just likes hearing my voice.”

Zhao Yingjun blinked her eyes:

“You’re surprisingly well-read.

But anyway, you really helped me out.

With this video on hand…

I think when it starts howling and causing a disturbance tonight, playing your voice should settle it down.”

She lifted her wrist, looked at her small watch, and smiled:

“I don’t have much to thank you with, but it’s just about dinner time.

There’s a decent Hunan Cuisine Restaurant at the entrance; how about I treat you to a meal?

Can you handle spicy food?”

“I’m okay with it,” Lin Xian answered.

“V~~~~~~~” The Pomeranian let out an unexpectedly sweet and nasal sound, entirely out of character for a dog, as it stretched out its tongue to lick Lin Xian’s hand.

…

At the entrance of the residential complex, there was a lavishly decorated Hunan Cuisine Restaurant.

Potted plants of fiery red chili peppers served as decorations in every corner, indicating that the restaurant’s spice level was undoubtedly significant and authentic.

Lin Xian realized that he had actually shared only a few meals with Zhao Yingjun.

And this was the first time for Chinese food.

Their few previous dining experiences had either been at banquets or in Western-style restaurants; this was actually his first time at a Chinese restaurant.

He reminisced about the first time they ate together…

It was at a scientific charity dinner where they first met Xu Yun.

Back then, their statuses were as different as heaven and earth; Lin Xian, dressed in a well-fitting but inappropriate suit for the occasion, stood behind Zhao Yingjun, discreetly steering away men who came to ask her to dance.