Genius Club-Chapter 562 - 11 The Answer Revealed

The next day.

Both took an early flight to the Imperial Capital, embarking on a new round of hustle and bustle.

"I don’t want to be an astronaut at all now."

Gao Yang, sitting in first class with a grimace, slumped in his seat as he looked at Lin Xian:

"At the beginning of elementary school, our homeroom teacher asked us to stand up one by one and answer what our dreams were, what kind of person we wanted to become when we grew up."

"At that time, I stood up without hesitation and said I wanted to be an astronaut. But these past few days, going back and forth on airplanes with you, heading to space, riding on spacecraft... I’m truly sick of it. I miss the ground more than anyone now; I don’t want to go to the skies anymore."

Lin Xian chuckled lightly, reminiscing about the first day of elementary school:

"Back then, 40% of the boys in the class dreamed of becoming astronauts. It coincided with China’s successful manned spaceflight project just a few years earlier. Which little boy didn’t want to be an astronaut?"

"Actually, it was mainly because children at that time didn’t know there were many kinds of professions, many kinds of lives. Everyone’s world was as big as their field of vision, limited to teachers, police, astronauts, scientists... When we were young, our views were narrow, and so was our world."

"I remember you said at that time you wanted to be a scientist, right?"

Gao Yang turned his head to look at Lin Xian:

"Do you still want to be a scientist now?"

"Not anymore."

Lin Xian closed his eyes, his hands still clicking away as he attempted to crack the diary’s combination lock:

"When I realized I didn’t have the IQ to become a scientist, I gave it up decisively. Then I started practicing parkour, learning to draw, preparing to take the route of an arts student for the college entrance exams."

"Ah, don’t give up on your dreams too early." Gao Yang patted his chest and abdomen:

"Look, didn’t my dream of becoming an astronaut come true? Life is like that, you never know when something might happen, and who knows, one day you might truly become a scientist!"

"I do wish I had that brain."

Lin Xian turned his head and looked out the window.

Becoming a scientist is not something one can achieve by merely wishing for it.

If he could really become one, he would definitely dive into research on the cosmological constant right away, determined to unlock the mystery of the number 42.

Now, nearly all the mysteries surrounding him were revolving around the number 42.

Once he could thoroughly understand the true meaning of the cosmological constant 42, it was highly likely that all these mysteries would be unraveled too.

In the semi-enclosed seat on his right, Gao Yang’s thunderous snoring picked up again.

That’s the power of being able to fall asleep in a second.

If Lin Xian didn’t keep up with the conversation instantly, failing to respond before you knew it, the other person could already be asleep... Such a superpower was indeed enviable.

Click, click.

Lin Xian kept fiddling with the lock on the diary.

Ever since leaving the hotel that morning, it had been the same position and motion:

Reclining in his seat,

Left hand holding the diary’s spine,

Right hand picking at the combination lock,

Twist the dial, press the latch; twist, press.

Now the dial on the lock had reached 6432... 6431... 6430...

He estimated that by the time the plane landed at Imperial Capital Airport, he would have tried over 3,000 more combinations.

Hopefully not.

If he had known the numbers in the combination were so low, he really should have started from 0000 and tried one number at a time.

But that’s how it is with brute force methods, exhausting every possibility until you find the correct one.

Soon after, the flight attendant delivered the first-class meal.

Gao Yang held up three fingers:

"Three, please."

"Certainly, sir." The flight attendant smiled politely and warmly, taking a few extra main dishes and fruits from the food cart for Gao Yang.

"Money sure is nice, Lin Xian."

After the flight attendant left, Gao Yang leaned over and whispered to Lin Xian:

"When I used to fly economy, not only was the food not as good, but they were also reluctant to give me two portions. Unlike this! You can have as much as you want! And the attitude is so good, they serve you while squatting! And there’s plenty of fruit!"

"You get what you pay for."

Lin Xian casually responded:

"It’s not an equal exchange."

...

After the plane landed, Lin Xian’s reserved hotel had sent a car to pick them up. The two tossed their luggage into their rooms and immediately set off, heading back to Xiruidu Residential in the third ring of the Imperial Capital.

They passed the central plaza quietly and in tacit understanding.

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As expected.

The observant old lady was still sitting there peeling a pomegranate.

One seed at a time, slowly and carefully, fingertips gently picking up and then gently placing down.

"She really loves her daughter."

Gao Yang said softly:

"That day, I talked with her there for so long, and she never offered me a taste of the pomegranate. I’m not desperate to eat someone else’s pomegranate, haha... but Shandong people have a real warmth and hospitality; usually, there would be some polite offer at this point."

"But she never did. In her eyes, these are for her daughter, Zhang Yuqian, so she wouldn’t give a single seed to anyone else. Hey, if both girls are Millennium Stakes, and if the Millennium Stakes were deliberately planted by someone in a man-made fashion..."

"You tell me, how heartless would that person be? To use someone else’s daughter, who’s been raised with effort for twenty years as a stake, and after it’s done, the soul scatters, not a single hair left, making it unbearable for the parents. It’s utterly irresponsible and heartless."

"Yes."

Lin Xian nodded, rare in agreement with Gao Yang on the same issue:

"Whatever the reason, using someone’s daughter as Millennium Stakes is too much, against natural justice. But now we don’t have to go to such extremes in our words... after all, we have no concept of what Millennium Stakes are."

"This current speculation is because I saw piles being driven into the construction site that day, so I guess these Millennium Stakes might be driven into the stream of history, locking down history. But that’s too mystical; even I can’t convince myself of this explanation. It’s easy to talk about such things, but how simple can it be to do?"