The all-round academic master's girlfriend

The dormitory area of ​​the research base has a design style that is completely different from the ruggedness of the surrounding mountains, full of simplicity, efficiency and a focus on privacy in its modern design.

Tang Yuze's room was a standard single room, not particularly spacious, but with a reasonable layout.

The walls are a clean light gray, and the floor is made of a durable composite material.

A single bed, a desk, and a wardrobe are all the furniture; the style is extremely minimalist, without any unnecessary decorations.

However, beneath this simplicity lies an unusual level of thoroughness.

The bathroom features a separate wet and dry area, and although the kitchen area is small, it is fully equipped with an induction cooker, a small refrigerator, and a range hood, which is sufficient for simple meals.

Of course, people here hardly need to cook for themselves, since there is a cafeteria available. Besides, everyone's energy is focused on scientific research, so they don't have much leisure time.

In addition to the usual desk lamp and stationery, the desk is equipped with a top-of-the-line computer terminal connected to an internal secure network, as well as multiple interfaces, clearly to meet the needs of remote work and high-intensity computing.

The most eye-catching thing was the telephone on the bedside table.

Similar to the one in the hotel, it has a heavy design, no brand logos, and a matte black finish, exuding a professional and reassuring feel.

This is Tang Yuze's only authorized channel to contact the outside world, especially his family, and the line is encrypted at the highest level.

Tang Yuze had just finished tidying up his clothes and personal belongings. His luggage was simple; most of his necessities were provided by the base.

He stood in the center of the room, looking around at the place that would become his home for some time to come, his mood calm yet tinged with a sense of anticipation for the upcoming battle.

Just then, the black, encrypted phone rang without warning.

"Buzzing..."

The ringing was deep and persistent, sounding particularly jarring in the quiet room.

Tang Yuze raised an eyebrow slightly.

He's only been here for less than two hours, who would call at this hour?

Was it Dean Huang Yu who came to confirm the check-in status?

Without thinking much, he walked to the bedside and picked up the receiver.

"Hello, this is Tang Yuze."

On the other end of the phone, there was no immediate response from Dean Huang Yu's calm voice, as expected, or the formulaic greetings from administrative staff.

Instead, they fell into a brief, unsettling silence.

Immediately, a voice rang out.

"Hello, Tang Yuze."

This voice? !

Tang Yuze's pupils suddenly contracted, and his fingers gripping the receiver tightened involuntarily.

An indescribable, chilling feeling instantly shot up my spine!

The voice was very young, with a clear and bright tone that he was familiar with, but it was also permeated with an indescribable weariness and hoarseness, as if it had experienced endless hardships.

Most importantly, the timbre, intonation, and even some subtle pronunciation habits of this voice are extremely similar to his own voice!

Tang Yuze, with his exceptional hearing, analytical skills, and memory, was certain that he had not misheard.

It's like listening to a more mature, more tired, and more composed version of myself speaking!

In an instant, Tang Yuze's mind flashed back to that strange phone call he received last year that day—a call with no displayed number and a muffled, distorted sound as if shrouded in a thick fog!

The call ended before anything was clearly explained, and he assumed it was a communication malfunction or a prank, so he didn't investigate further.

But this time, the sound was so clear.

It was so clear that every syllable seemed to whisper in his ear, so clear that the familiar feeling was impossible for him to ignore!

"who are you?"

Tang Yuze's voice remained calm, but his inner vigilance was at its peak.

He realized that this was no ordinary phone call.

There seemed to be a soft chuckle on the other end of the phone, a laugh filled with endless complex emotions.

There was relief, there was emotion, and there was an indescribable sadness.

"I am you."

The voice answered, its tone calm yet carrying a tremendous power.

"With your current abilities, you should be able to confirm it, right?"

"I am Tang Yuze, who comes from forty years in the future."

boom!

Despite having a vague guess in his mind, when this statement was confirmed so directly and clearly, Tang Yuze felt as if his brain had been struck by a huge lightning bolt, and went completely blank for a moment!

Even with his extraordinary intelligence and experience of a series of unbelievable events, he was still utterly shocked by this truth that defied all reason.

From the future? Forty years from now? Another me?

How can this be? !

Time travel? Parallel universes? Or some kind of high-dimensional information transmission technology?

"Prove it to me."

Countless questions and shocks churned in his mind, but he forced them down, took a deep breath, and tried to keep his voice from trembling.

"That's too simple. I'll just mention one thing: the system within you."

The future Tang Yuze seemed completely unsurprised by his reaction, his tone remaining calm, yet carrying a sense of world-weariness that seemed to understand everything.

Tang Yuze turned his head sharply, feeling as if he had been seen through.

Tang Yuze had never told anyone about his superpowers except Xia Jinxi, and no third party knew about it.

So it seems the person on the other end really is myself forty years from now?

Cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

Doubt vanished at that moment, replaced by a profound sense of absurdity in confronting the paradox of time and a touch of indescribable sorrow.

He heard a lot of heavy things in the other person's voice.

"You believe it now?"

"A voice from the future asked."

"I believe it."

Tang Yuze answered dryly, then paused and asked the most crucial question.

"You just mentioned the system, right? Does that mean you gave me the system?"

"Yes."

Tang Yuze readily admitted it in the future.

"That is the answer I finally completed forty years from now, after devoting my entire life to it."

His tone carried a sense of relief after accomplishing a great feat, but more than that, it conveyed a deep-seated regret and exhaustion.

"Of course, I also gave you the human genome formula. In fact, this is your ultimate mission."

"You in the future, that is, me, analyzed it."

"I have reached the pinnacle of life sciences, I have won countless accolades, and I may have truly changed the world and brought hope to countless people."

The future Tang Yuze spoke slowly, each word seemingly carrying weight.

"However, the cost was too high."

His voice lowered, filled with barely concealed pain.

"I dedicated almost my entire youth, all my time, and all my energy to those endless formulas, data, and experiments."

“I have walked a longer, more winding, and more thorny road than you are now.”

“I experienced more pain, more doubt, and more loneliness.”