The real young master just wants to learn

At about nine o'clock, Jiang Lin tried to submit a manuscript through the journal network again.

I don't know if there was too much fuss about Xiang Huan last night. After the article was successfully submitted, an editor called to inform them that the article would be reviewed later.

This means that the article will not be returned, and they can rest assured.

Jiang Lin's hanging heart was finally relieved, he spread his body on the sofa, and only then did he feel the tiredness after a whole night.

Xiang Huan went to get a hot towel, and gently applied it on Jiang Lin's reddish and swollen eyes, "You haven't slept for more than thirty hours, now that the thesis is settled, go and take a rest. "

Jiang Lin nodded slowly, fixed the hot towel with one hand, and put the other on Xiang Huanze's hand, "It's okay, we will sleep together after lunch."

Xiang Huan looked at the tip of his nose from the side, put his hand on the back of his hand, and replied softly: "Okay."

The two of them stayed in silence for a long time.

To be honest, Jiang Lin has never felt as calm as he is now. It seems that when he was admired by thousands of people before wearing a book, he never felt calm and satisfied like now.

Suddenly, Jiang Lin took off the hot towel from his eyes, "I often dream about you."

Applying hot towels to the eyes has the effect of relieving eye fatigue, and Jiang Lin's eyes look human now.

Xiang Huan almost fell asleep in a daze, but when he heard him speak, he regained his energy.

He rubbed his eyes and asked, "What did you dream about me?"

Jiang Lin slowly turned his head, staring at the coffee table in front of him in a daze, and said casually: "Well... there are quite a few, and they are serialized."

"Probably because I am a scientific researcher and you are the chairman of a company. The two of us met very bloody, and then it seems that we have a relationship."

Xiang Huan straightened up slowly, and looked at him with a frown, "Did the two of us meet in an alley? Your research results were plagiarized, my family went bankrupt, and I was chased and beaten by a debt collection company. I was knocked out, lying in the alley, and you just passed by and sent me to the hospital?"

"Oh, by the way, you seem to have thrown a wine bottle at me. Is it because of that wine bottle that you sent me to the hospital?"

Jiang Lin looked over in disbelief, "How do you know?!"

Xiang Huan continued: "Then! Then I was discharged from the hospital. For some reason, we rented a basement together. I started a new business. You seem to have been suing for the research results."

"That's right, that's it."

"One time I went to a bar to discuss business, and many people poured me alcohol. I drank too much, you came to pick me up, and the people who poured me alcohol insulted you. When I got angry, I even fought with them!"

"Yes! Yes, yes, I had a sudden headache at the bar last night, because these images suddenly broke into my mind!"

After the two finished speaking, they both stared at each other silently.

Shock, doubt, and fear, these three emotions were overflowing in the eyes of the two of them.

Jiang Lin suddenly felt a chill run down his back.

Why?Where did these scenes in the dream come from?Why do I dream about these things?Why did he and Xiang Huanze have exactly the same dream?

Were those just dreams, or did they really happen at some point in something he couldn't remember?

Xiang Huan suddenly said, "By the way, I never told you, I know you are from another world."

Jiang Lin suddenly raised his eyes to look at him, and after two seconds of silently looking at each other, he looked away again.

This is nothing unusual, he can see the thoughts in his heart, especially when he first came here, he can see everything, and after seeing a lot, he will probably understand if he puts these words together.

It's not that he didn't think about Xiang Huan knowing that he came from another world before, but the other party didn't say anything, so he didn't care.

Because in his opinion, this is not something worth caring about. It will not affect the relationship between the two of them or his current life.

But now it seems that this matter is very important.

If, that is, if, Xiang Huan also came from another world, the events in the dream happened before the two of them passed through the book, wouldn't this make some logical sense?

Xiang Huan thought of going with him.

He said: "I have a very bold idea. Could it be that the two of us actually came through books, but lost our memory?"

Jiang Lin nodded, "I think so too."

Xiang Huan smiled and said, "Damn it", "This is too fucking bloody."

Jiang Lin glanced at him lightly, "I think these are nothing compared to the fact that you can see a dialog box on my head."

Xiang Huanze: "..."

Jiang Lin leaned forward, with his elbows resting on his knees, "I always thought it was a very, very mysterious thing that you could see what was in my heart, but if our assumption is correct, then this thing can be said It worked."

"Maybe this world allows you to have the ability to see my true thoughts, just to discover that I am from another world, and then discover that both of us are from another world, and forget what happened before."

Xiang Huan was shocked, "What does this world allow me to see your thoughts?"

"This is the conclusion drawn by another researcher before I came here."

Jiang Lin explained: "The scholar is an Englishman, and he and I were both on the list of recommended candidates for the Nobel Prize. In addition, his research is quite interesting, so I took a closer look at his published articles. "

"He probably meant that our world is made up of many parallel worlds, and each parallel world has a different version of ourselves."

"We are different, doing different jobs, loving different people, and living different lives. However, no matter what our lives are in different worlds, the ending will not change."

"This is the so-called, different routes lead to the same goal."

"To give a simple example, if I die of cancer at the age of 30, then all the me in the parallel world will die at the age of 30."

"The cause of my death in other worlds may or may not be cancer, but they will all die at the age of 30."

"No, to be precise, I must die at the age of 30, because my ending in this large world of the earth cannot be changed."

Xiang Huan probably understood what he meant.

"So you mean, in the large-scale world of the earth, the ending of the two of us is together, but because in this parallel world, the two of us may not see each other, or even hate each other, it is impossible to achieve The ending of being together, so this parallel world has to give me a break, let us complete the ending we should have."

Jiang Lin nodded, "That's right, that's the reason."

He glanced at Xiang Huanze up and down carefully, and said with a smile, "Okay, I usually look silly, but my understanding ability is pretty good at critical moments."

Xiang Huan rolled his eyes, "I underestimate you for always attacking."

Jiang Lin blushed, "What old Gong! Who is old Gong! Don't talk nonsense!"

"Yo, are you still embarrassed? I was supposed to be your old Gong. This is the ending we must have. Do you still want to go against the sky?"

Jiang Lin kicked him, "Get out! You know again?"

The two fought for a while, probably because they didn't sleep last night, and they didn't have much energy, so they quarreled for a while and then spread out on the sofa.

Jiang Lin seemed to have thought of something, and his face became serious again, "By the way, I suddenly thought of the Jiang family."

Xiang Huan turned his head to look at him, "What happened to the Jiang family?"

Jiang Lin sat up, "When Han Zirui came to see me, he said this. He felt that my dad's existence was like a bug."

"Looking at the whole of China, no one who can enter the top [-] companies in the country will be as wonderful as him."

"No, let alone an entrepreneur, even if he is a normal person, there are very few people who speak and act without logic and logic like him."

"I was wondering if Jiang's family ended up going bankrupt or something, but in this parallel world, his golden fingers are too big, so he has no choice but to do something illogical. Only then can he achieve the ending he should have.”

"Makes sense."

Xiang Huan also sat up straight, "The more you talk about it, the more I think so! He obviously loves saving face, and he won't listen to others saying that their family is not good at all, and even gave his own child to him just for what might happen in the future. replaced."

"It's unbelievable that such a person who is afraid of gossip kicks you out of the house because of something that only needs to be clarified."

The two were talking, when the doorbell rang suddenly, and Jiang Lin immediately tensed up and looked at the door.

Immediately afterwards, the person who rang the doorbell said, "Hi, Meituan Takeaway."

"Oh, I ordered takeout."

Xiang Huan hurriedly got up to get it.

Jiang Lin heaved a sigh of relief.

Probably the matter of the thesis really made him anxious, and now even hearing the doorbell feels like a conspiracy.

Xiang Huan bought a dry pot, he lifted the lid, and the room was instantly filled with a tempting aroma.

It was only after Jiang Lin smelled the food that he realized how hungry he was.

I didn't eat much last night, I just drank a lot of Wahaha, and then I was busy all night, and I didn't eat when I got up in the morning. When I smelled the aroma, my stomach immediately reacted.

Xiang Huan handed him the rice and chopsticks, and put two shrimps into his bowl.

Both of them were very hungry, and Wu Shengmen ate violently.

About half full, Xiang Huan then freed his mouth to chat, "By the way, you said that the person who came to the conclusion of 'different paths lead to the same goal', you two were recommended in the same session, so who will win the award in the end?" ?”

"I don't know either." Jiang Lin shook his head, "Generally, the winners of the Nobel Prize are announced in mid-October every year. I came here in October, and I didn't hear the results."

"But I think he is quite miserable. It is said that he has not won an award for nine years after being shortlisted."

"And he hates me because he discriminates against the Chinese a little bit, and always feels that we are not worthy to be nominated for the Nobel Prize together with their Caucasians."

"Every time I see me, my veins pop out of anger."

Xiang Huan snorted coldly, "Just being shortlisted with you will make him angry, but if you win the award, he will die of anger directly."

Jiang Lin shrugged, "Who knows?"

But... More than 1000 people are recommended for the Nobel Prize every year, and he is not the only Chinese. Why does the British hate him so much?

Every time he treats himself as if he has robbed him of something, but he hasn't won an award, so what can he rob him of?

Did he really not win an award?

The author has something to say: The inspiration for the same goal by different routes comes from a TV series I watched a long time ago. This word was mentioned in the play, but it didn’t mean it