Alternative Rival

Time passed in the gradual short and long shadows of the trees, and the green grass under the eaves was covered with transparent water droplets. It was an extremely quiet night.

Zhao Qingge has recently fallen in love with Earl Wan's hair, a soft strand wrapped around his index finger, a wonderful feeling.

"A line is one-dimensional, a surface is two-dimensional, and a body is three-dimensional. If we regard a world as a line on the time plane, every decision we make at any point on this plane will lead to a new direction. Countless decisions will produce countless us, and naturally there will be countless endings.

"It's like holding a handful of identical glass beads in your hand, standing on a high place and throwing them down, each time you throw them at the same point. When the ground is absolutely flat, each glass bead will fall from your hand. The direction of the force is different when it is thrown down, and it will rush to various places without overlapping.

"We are those glass beads. The various places they will go to are our different endings. You throw a handful of glass beads when we wake up. In some glass beads, we know each other. In some glass beads, we know each other. I don’t know. Among the glass beads I know, there are some that you came to strike up a conversation with me. I refused, and the glass bead ran to another direction. There was one that you didn’t strike up a conversation with me, but simply said hello. Separated, this will have our future.

"Each glass bead represents a world. This is the so-called parallel world theory. In some worlds we are together, in some worlds we are separated. We in this world cannot calculate the appearance of other worlds, but What is certain is that we are together in this world. Similarly, the Ming Lieutenant General in this world is nearing the end of his life, and she has never seen the marshal before, so it depends on her fate whether she will see her in the future."

Bo Jue moved her head, the root of her hair was slightly hurt from being pulled, she drilled her head up, and asked, "What do you mean by digging out a person? How come I don't know about it?"

"That's what the marshal told me when he met me alone. It was during the time when we were transferred to the marshal's mansion to do security work. I was afraid you would be jealous, so I didn't say anything about it."

Bo Jue let out an "oh" and asked, "Is there anything else she wants to do with you?"

"I can't tell from your tone that you are jealous at all," Zhao Qingge pinched her earlobe amusedly, and said, "It's nothing important, just told me what happened 30 years ago, I don't know who made it up, making her mistakenly think that I am the reincarnation of Lieutenant General Ming, so she has always paid attention to me and made it clear in a few words."

Bo Jue snorted, "I know who did it."

Zhao Qingge asked doubtfully, "Who is it?"

"Lieutenant General Ming, besides her, who else can know you and the marshal at the same time, and she has such a high ability to change the data of the base."

"But she's still here."

"Didn't you say that there is a parallel space? No one knows what will happen in the future. Any decision we make may lead to a completely different ending." No one died, no one knows where the end is and what will happen in the future."

Zhao Qingge thought about it seriously, and said, "What you said makes sense."

"Then you said that there is a possibility of intersection between time and space?"

"As usual, no, there is only one ending in a world."

Bo Jue asked: "How do you know? Are you in the past and you in the present really the same you?"

Zhao Qingge fell into deep thought: "Hmm..."

Bo Jue continued: "The world is macroscopic, and you are just one of them. According to your theory, you created the world, and each world split into different worlds because of your decision. This is not idealism. I am the world, this is different from what we usually teach in class."

Zhao Qingge thought about her problem seriously at the beginning, but later realized that Bo Jue was just trying to get revenge for being crushed by two people when he was having a meal, so he directly gave up on arguing with her, and tightened his arms around her waist. , lifted her whole up, and stuck her into his arms.

Bo Jue: "You..."

She held the other's face with one hand, her gaze was so soft that she wanted to sink Bo Jue into it.

"No matter how many worlds there are, whether the past me is the same as the present me, every one of me will love you like I do now, and love you forever."

Bo Jue was stunned for a moment, then smiled, and complained intentionally: "I hate it! You're cheating! You just know how to fool me! I don't want to listen to this, you explain it to me quickly, I want to listen to scientific explanations."

"Science can't explain how I feel about you."

"What do you feel?"

"Well, there is no way to express it in words."

"Then you can express it with your movements." Bo Jue hooked her toes on the soles of her feet, rubbing against her calves, and the female hormones all over her body exuded a seductive smell.

Zhao Qingge held her under the armpit, pulled her up from below, and lay on his body, with the tip of his tongue rolling over his pink earlobe, and wetly kissed her neck, his voice was low and bewitching: "Would you like me?" don't want……"

Bo Jue held her shoulders with his hands, and his breathing became hot all of a sudden.

"...for something fresh."

At six o'clock the next morning, Zhao Qingge opened her eyes early, lifted the quilt, and slowly put on her clothes. There were only a few old scars on her body, which had not completely faded because of the deep wounds. Still clean and nice.But now her shoulders and backs are covered with deep bruises, tooth marks, and bruises from her fingers, everywhere. Her long hair falls down to cover her back. She goes to the closet with bare legs to pick out clean underwear. The red spots on the inner thighs are exposed during walking.

After tidying up his clothes, Zhao Qingge poured hot water into the thermos cup on the table, moved a low stool, and put the cup on the bedside.

Finally, taking advantage of Bo Jue's deep sleep, he lightly pecked her on the lips, then closed the door and left.

After finishing breakfast, I went directly to Mingyu's room, without the guards telling me, Mingyu was exercising in the yard.At the dawn of dawn, there was still a tinge of chill in the air, and the movements of Zhao Qingge startled the people who were exercising their fists.

Using the palm as a fist, he punched heavily into the air, the sound of the wind was strong, and the sound of the agitation of the large practice clothes fluttered, Ming Yu didn't lift her head, and said directly: "Come here, practice your hands with me."

Needless to say, Zhao Qingge's hands itch a long time ago, just waiting for this order, she took off her coat, and only wore a sleeveless vest underneath, her firm muscles tightened as she clenched her fists.

Fist wind meets fist wind, fast leg meets fast leg, Zhao Qingge is just holding the heart of a contest, but Ming Yu doesn't leave any room for her shots, so she has to fight back vigorously, straight punches collide with a muffled bang, and each takes a step back , bent his knees and slammed into it, and there was another crisp sound, using the fighting skills taught in the school.The moves of the two were different. Zhao Qingge shot fast, as fast as lightning, pressing every step of the way. If he missed a hit, he would immediately withdraw and change. Psychological pressure forced him to lose his footing; Mingyu's shots were quick, but her stamina was long, making it difficult to match her sharpness.

Dust burst from the ground, and the leaves rustled.

The two punched each other, Zhao Qingge retreated two steps, Mingyu retreated one and a half steps, and retreated.

Barely a tie.

Mingyu clapped her hands and praised: "It's really a fearsome future generation."

Zhao Qingge took his coat from the window sill at the side and put it on, saying: "The lieutenant general is too humble, even if he loses half a step, he loses."

"When I was your age..." Zhao Qingge thought she was going to say, "I'm not as good as you," but Mingyu said surprisingly, "Much better than now, just like you, I can beat two indivual."

Zhao Qingge looked up to the sky, deeply feeling that Lieutenant General Ming might be confused.

"Don't believe it, do you know the difference between me and you?"

Zhao Qingge tilted his head and said, "Can you hit me twice?"

Ming Yu was amused by her: "You learn quickly by mocking me with my words."

"Why not?"

"It's in your heart," Mingyu said, "Do you know why you can't break through the bottleneck of the tenth level? If you can't break through, you can't send them back. You have a young heart, brave, sharp, and smart. , Don’t take life lightly, don’t be afraid of death, dare to be the first in everything, if you are asked to sacrifice for the country, you must not hesitate, this is all right, very good. But these are not enough. To protect something, in other words, like the Yutian school motto says, find a reason for yourself to fight."

Zhao Qingge said without hesitation: "For future Tianxiu people to live freely and equally."

Mingyu shook her head: "It's not enough, those are too ethereal, they can't be the motivation to stimulate your potential."

Zhao Qingge said: "But I can't think of any other reason."

Mingyu encouraged: "Think again."

Zhao Qingge shook his head: "Not anymore."

Mingyu said, "Who is there beside you?"

Zhao Qingge blurted out: "There is Bo Jue, but she will stay with me, it has nothing to do with this matter."

Ming Yu asked back: "If she stays, she will die, will you ask her to stay?"

Zhao Qingge said: "No, I will send her away."

Mingyu threw her a tenth-level soul crystal that she had prepared long ago.

"Come on, try again."