Genius Club

Chapter 330: Chapter 27: Going Viral (Part 2) Chapter 330: Chapter 27: Going Viral (Part 2) This means that during those three years from 2023 to 2026, someone continued the research that Tang Xin had not completed and succeeded.

In this historical and future timeline…

Countless scientists, heroes, and great figures have fought one after another, step by step pushing human civilization to ever greater heights, and Lin Xian could not help but marvel at the greatness of humanity.

From a long-term historical perspective, the course of human civilization’s development is a hymn of facing difficulties with a never-say-die attitude.

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Doctor Mikerson, Academician Gao Wen, Doctor Pang Simai.

Lee Ningning, Lee Cheng, Sister-in-law Lee, Big Face Cat.

Zhao Yingjun.

And…

Myself.

Every era has its heroes, every era has its mission.

And now.

This baton that spans 600 years has also been passed to my hands.

“Let’s go home.”

He still had to find VV in his dreams, those 130,000 lines of code that could change the world, alter history, or carry the destiny of mankind…

The sooner he memorized them, the sooner he could turn defeat into victory.

He did not have much time left.

Through the limited clues left by Zhao Yingjun, he could only know that he would fail and die before 2026.

Was it 2025?

2024?

Or…

in the remaining less than half a year of 2023?

In short, there really wasn’t much time left.

…

…

…

Whoosh!

A red laser beam brushed past, vaporizing Ah Zhuang, who was flying alongside.

The carbon particles, condensed by the high temperature, pattered against Lin Xian’s spacesuit.

“Goodbye, Ah Zhuang.”

Lin Xian accurately navigated through a gap in the anti-aircraft net, adjusting his posture head-down-feet-up, and accelerated downward toward the statue of Zhao Yingjun.

After finishing drinks with Gao Yang, he had returned home directly, lying dizzily on the bed and falling straight into dreams.

After drinking, one does fall asleep quickly.

But once he entered the dream and opened his eyes, the side effects of alcohol disappeared without a trace.

This was why Lin Xian dared to drink heavily before studying late at night.

Alcohol could numb his body and brain from the year 2023, but once he entered the dream and arrived 600 years later, alcohol had no effect; his mind was as clear as if he had just woken up.

This was a pattern he had figured out when he was very young.

Apart from his memory, anything from dreams and reality was completely disconnected and irrelevant.

That included life, scars, ingested food, held urine, lost fluids…

none of it could be brought along or taken back.

Only the sensation of pain at the moment of death would momentarily reflect in the heartbeat and adrenaline in reality, but even those were fleeting.

Such bodily stress responses were likely related to the death inertia brought on by memory.

Therefore, he never worried about drinking causing issues; naturally, drinking in a dream would not impact reality.

Thump.

He landed safely in front of the statue of Zhao Yingjun.

Click!

Familiar metallic scaffolding, familiar metallic sensation locking onto his ankle.

Lin Xian turned around, touching the top of the trash can robot’s head:

“VV, we meet again.”

…

“Lin Xian, most of the code is composed of English words or combinations of English letters.

Once familiar, it can improve memorization efficiency significantly.

But specifically this line of characters that looks like gibberish, you must memorize it completely.”

The trash can robot stood behind Lin Xian, extending its mechanical pincers and pointing to the giant blackboard screen in front of it:

“This string of characters is the most critical part of my entire program, the [voice recognition] section.

After encoding, it is a 0.2-second sound, which is the sound of your voice shouting VV, I will only recognize the person who shouts this sound as the master.”

“So…

these characters are stored in hexadecimal format and have no pattern.”

After giving the correct password to activate VV.

At Lin Xian’s request, VV had the flying vehicle bring over some teaching aids, including electronic blackboards, study desks, pens, paper, and the like.

The accompanying robots skillfully assembled these items together, and just like that, beneath the statue of Zhao Yingjun…

this temporary private teaching classroom was completed.

The trash can robot VV acted like a teacher, helping Lin Xian with basic knowledge while guiding him to recite the initial codes.

“…”

Lin Xian looked at the blackboard filled with unclear hexadecimal characters, a mix of numbers 1-9 and letters A-F…

his eyes were dizzy.

He had also done quite a bit of homework today, intending to memorize the code as a “English text” by rote.

Indeed, the code itself was composed of English.

But this specific segment of [voice recognition] was in data form, containing no logic, no process, just pure data.

Because there was no storage device similar to a USB drive, Lin Xian had no choice but to memorize this whole blackboard of gibberish.

This was truly a devastating blow.

“This is too difficult.”

Lin Xian complained:

“I’m not even talking about memorizing; my eyes are going blurry.

There’s not a single pattern, and pi is easier to memorize than this.”

“Can’t help it, Lin Xian…”

The trash can robot VV spread its hands:

“This is the hardest part of all the code to memorize.

Once you memorize this…

in terms of difficulty, it’s like you have completed 10% of the entire project.

As for the rest, it’s no different from memorizing an English text.”

“By the way…

you do complain quite a bit, don’t you?

What’s so hard about cramming?

You don’t need to think about anything, create anything.”