I am just an ordinary person! Why do you like me?

"Chenchen? Chenchen!"

The voice from a distant time and space was calling him, and Shi Chenchen's soul, which was about to condense into a physical entity, was suddenly pulled out of this space.

Shi Chenchen's vision suddenly darkened.

Then her eyelids felt the real brightness gradually coming.

Her eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes, and saw Wen Zhi looking at her worriedly.

Shi Chenchen rubbed his eyes with his hands and said in a sleepy voice: "What's wrong, brother?"

She seemed to have had a very long and fantastic dream.

Wen Zhi was relieved when he saw Shi Chenchen woke up.

The car was about to arrive downstairs of the community, and he wanted to remind Shi Chenchen to wake up.

But after calling out several times, there was no response, and Wen Zhi's usually calm face actually turned pale with shock.

Shi Chenchen just felt that he hadn't slept so deeply in a long time, so after waking up, he felt that the world around him was unreal and hazy.

She seemed to have a dream, a magnificent and strange dream.

She could no longer remember many details of the dream, but she remembered the mermaid's melodious singing.

And at the end, the mermaid's sad eyes looked at her quietly.

Wen Zhi frowned and said worriedly: "I called you a few times just now, but you didn't wake up..."

Shi Chenchen looked at Wen Zhi's worried face and explained with a smile: "I just had a dream."

Wen Zhi finally breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out to be a dream.

He smiled and said, "So you were in a dream just now. Dreams are always like this—"

"Dreams are all illusions. Only here is real."

Assistant Cheng, who was driving in front, stopped the car and said, "Young Master and Miss, we are downstairs in the community."

Wen Zhi pulled Shi Chenchen out of the car together.

Shi Chenchen looked at the familiar residential environment, and completely let go of the last bit of unreality in his heart about this world.

She raised a reassuring smile and looked at Wen Zhi beside her.

Yes, here is her brother.

Here is also her and Wen Zhi’s home.

Wen Zhi, who was in front of Shi Chenchen, had his bony hands on her side, the same hands that had just led her out of the car.

She smiled and took Wen Zhi's hand back.

As Wen Zhi looked back with a slightly surprised look, Shi Chenchen smiled and said:

"Let's go home, brother."

Wen Zhi heard this and nodded with a smile:

"it is good."

...

It’s a new week again.

When Shi Chenchen arrived in the classroom, he began to hear people discussing the Hundred Regiments Campaign on Wednesday.

The Hundred Regiments Campaign is the day when all the clubs in Masoorie High School recruit new members.

Shi Chenchen's expression was stern. Although she was recruited to the piano club by Zhou Yurou and Ou Muchin.

But she will also have to take the entrance examination at that time, and she doesn't know what the test will be about.

Shi Chenchen was a little worried, so he turned to Zhou Yurou beside him and asked, "Rou Rou, the piano club's assessment shouldn't be particularly difficult."

Zhou Yurou didn't think too much about it and said, "It's okay. You can just come in when the time comes. There's no need to take the test."

Shi Chenchen felt relieved, but then asked worriedly: "Will there really be no problems if I use the back door like this?"

Zhou Yurou touched her chin with her hand and thought: "Yes, the assessment will be conducted by lottery, and members will take the exam based on the number of points they draw."

"But as for you, I'll give you a scale test. Since you can play the guitar, the scale shouldn't be too difficult for you."

Shi Chenchen breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that she should be fine.

As long as you remember the correspondence between each piano scale and guitar scale, you should be able to get away with it.

When it was time for class, deputy monitor Zhao Hua came back from the office. She wanted to talk to Yi Xingchen about something.

As a result, I saw that Yi Xingchen's position was empty.

Zhao Hua returned to his seat and muttered in a strange voice: "Did the monitor take a day off today? He hasn't come to class yet even the bell has rung."

Shi Chenchen and Zhou Yurou also noticed it and looked at the empty seat behind them in surprise.

Yeah, where is Yi Xingchen?

Where did he go?

...

"Xingchen, you are finally here. Yesterday, the MEL-probe detected the new coordinates left by the last movement and some relevant information. Come and take a look."

When Professor Bi saw Yi Xingchen coming, he instantly felt relieved.

Yi Xingchen took two days off from school just to go to the headquarters laboratory to look at the updated data.

Yi Xingchen smiled faintly and nodded, then immediately came to the giant computer and took the information handed to him by Professor Bi.

He began to scan the newly collected data at a glance.

The more he looked down, the more Yi Xingchen's brows furrowed.

Professor Bi also understood that the relationship was unusual, but he was not specialized in computer information analysis, so he still had to rely on Yi Xingchen in this regard.

Yi Xingchen's handsome eyebrows were tightly knitted at this time, and he said, "Give me half a day, I'll take a look."

Professor Bi nodded and asked Yi Xingchen to take the new data to the office area for verification and analysis.

Yi Xingchen sat on a chair in the office area, propping up his gold-rimmed glasses with his hands.

He looked at the data in front of him, frowned, and found that things seemed to be getting more and more wrong.

This data is different from the previous ones, as if some hacker had installed some virus software into it.

At this moment, it is constantly continuing the original underlying logic code, and then constantly generating another set of codes that can run on its own.

And this newly generated code is replacing the original underlying logic code bit by bit.

The office room was dim, with only the computer in front of Yi Xingchen emitting a highly saturated blue light.

The countless running codes displayed on the computer in front of Yi Xingchen were faintly reflected on his light gold frame.

The codes were updated rapidly from bottom to top. Yi Xingchen concentrated intently, scanning the entire huge database in front of him line by line.

He was trying to find out where the problem started.

Finally after more than two hours of intensive scanning.

Yi Xingchen took off his glasses and rubbed his slightly stiff eyes. At this time, the whites of his eyes were already filled with red bloodshot.

Yi Xingchen finally saw the string of data he had been looking for.

He began to work his way back to when the code first ran.

Yi Xingchen looked at the familiar time in front of him and was stunned.

This time——

It was just over a month ago when school started in Mussoorie.