"So, I hate the Spring and Autumn writing style..."
Suzhou University Affiliated First Hospital.
Standing in the hallway of the Health Check Center, watching the ongoing flow of dical staff and patients, ng Lang felt rather clueless.
In "When a teor Crosses the Sky," his brother had ntioned such a scene.
Right after his own health check, he’d coincidentally encountered Ou Lu, who was about to watch the Canglang Cup performance, and a brief conversation ensued.
However, since the book didn’t specify the exact ti and location, it was difficult for ng Lang to recreate the "scene"!
After so thought, ng Lang approached the nurse’s station.
"Hello, do you have a doctor nad Ou Lu in your departnt?"
"Ou Lu? No, not here." The nurse shook her head.
Not in this departnt?
But with so many departnts in the hospital, do I really need to ask each one?
"Three essential elents of writing, ti, place, character, and you left out two of them. Next ti, please specify down to the coordinates and the exact minute!"
Though he complained, ng Lang knew his request was sowhat excessive.
After all, seeking a breakthrough in fate from Ou Lu was a spontaneous decision.
If every encounter in the book listed coordinates and ti, it wouldn’t be a moir anymore, but more resembling gibberish.
In a moir worth its weight in gold, padding the word count isn’t allowed...
Now what?
A hole dug by oneself has to be filled by oneself!
He took out his phone, pulled up the ti-transcending "selfie" he had with Ou Lu, and reconfird the person’s appearance.
As of now, the only option was the most straightforward and brutish thod of searching for soone...
...
Three minutes later, a weird young man stood at the hospital entrance, staring at the passersby, especially eyeing the pretty girls intensely.
Yes, the thod ng Lang chose was...to wait idly by!
"Hey, hello!"
"What?"
"Uh...sorry, wrong person."
"Weirdo!"
"..."
It must be said, this thod of finding soone was simple and brutish, but it looked sowhat foolish...
Ti passed by slowly, and soon half an hour had passed.
The security guard at the main entrance had been watching ng Lang for a few minutes now, his vigilant gaze clearly marking ng Lang as a "subject for close observation."
Yet, the target had not appeared.
ng Lang looked at his wristwatch, it was past two o’clock, getting closer and closer to the start of the Canglang Cup.
"If I knew, I would have read the book before coming today..." ng Lang sighed.
Indeed, transitioning from luxury to austerity is hard...
Yes, today he had resisted the urge to read the update the mont it was available, deciding to skip an update in favor of an experint.
If we assu that "not updating" for a day prevents him from receiving future information, ng Lang’s thoughts would not change.
Then, logically, "today’s future" and "tomorrow’s future" should be identical.
So...would the "next self" still appear?
Or did it jump directly to the next "next self"?
From this stems another branch of the world in the book. At what trigger point did it co into existence?
Is it there regardless of whether I read it or not, unchanged?
Or is it only after I read it that a new tiline springs into existence?
Digging deeper.
Is there a necessary connection between myself and the autobiography?
Does the universe have an end, does ti have a length, where does past ti disappear to, and where does future ti stop, is the autobiography I’m seeing at this mont the sa as the one I just saw?
After successfully confusing himself, he gave up thinking as his eyes started swirling.
These types of transcendental philosophical issues indeed aren’t ant to be solved by ordinary humans.
Simply put, he wanted to try if it’s possible to control the "overlay of consciousness" through "reading frequency", thereby controlling the speed of progression of his illness.
After all, practice reveals the truth!
However, skipping updates was indeed bound to fill readers with resentnt...
Think about it, originally, with just a five-minute read, you could have predicted the outco of this visit.
Maybe you wouldn’t even need to step out the door, just enjoy the air conditioning, sing songs, and you’d complete today’s task.
But what about now?
After waiting in the scorching sun for over half an hour, standing here like a creepy guy leering at the passing pretty girls.
As thick-skinned as ng Lang was, he too felt ashad to stay any longer.
However, just when he thought this attempt might be fruitless.
Suddenly, ng Lang froze for a mont, and the next second, his eyes lit up!
He confird it by the corner of his eye, that characteristic tear mole...
It was definitely her!
At that mont, two figures were walking towards the entrance, laughing and talking.
"Xiao Ling, I never knew you were interested in primary and middle school performances," Ou Lu said, arm in arm with her best friend.
"Who’s interested in primary and middle school kids!
Let tell you, there’s a surprise in today’s performance! I’m here for that surprise!"
"How did you know about the surprise?"
"Hehe! My university classmate is the organizer, inside scoop!"
"You’re really sothing, but where did these tickets co from?"
"Well, I have you to thank for that!"
"What does that have to do with ?"
"As soon as I ntioned you wanted to go too, Doctor Fang in our departnt was so enthusiastic. He imdiately shuffled two of their departnt’s tickets to , so you see, I really do have to thank you.
Oh, having a pretty best friend is so handy, never worry about tickets for anything..."
"You..." Ou Lu was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
Just as she was about to speak, a man suddenly stepped in front of them.
Reviews
All reviews (0)