Improperly being a control group, I became popular on family variety shows

"Yes, that's right!"

As Tang Yuanmao said, tears began to well up in his eyes, the furrow-like wrinkles on his face deepened, and the knots formed by the two eyebrows almost came together.

"Teacher, you don't even know how I survived that period of time. I was afraid that I would wake up without any memory of you in my head. I stayed up all night, but I didn't dare to close my eyes. I finally squinted. , will wake up immediately.

Later, after suffering for a month in a row, I couldn't hold it any longer. I collapsed in the laboratory and was sent to the ICU of the hospital. It took me half a month to save my life.

When I woke up, I felt like the sky was about to collapse. I wouldn't forget you, would I?
Fortunately, God has been very kind to me and has not taken away your memory. "

Tang Yuanmao was getting old, and his speech was slow. In addition, he was sobbing while speaking. In just over 100 words, he insisted on talking for nearly ten minutes.

Sang Ning always felt that she was impatient, but this time she listened very seriously, and did not feel any impatience because Tang Yuanmao spoke slowly.

On the contrary, as Tang Yuanmao suppressed his sobs, his heart also became throbbing.

She didn't sleep for a whole month, this kid is a werewolf!

Seeing that Sang Ning was silent, Tang Yuanmao put away his emotions, wiped away the tears on his face, and asked with an unfinished cry: "Men, do you have any thoughts?"

"Little Tang." Sang Ning called Tang Yuanmao very seriously.

Tang Yuanmao didn't know why, so he responded blankly: "Ang?"

Then I saw Sang Ning stand up from the chair, put her hands on the desk, and said with a stern face: "I should tell you before disappearing, no matter what happens, even if the sky is falling, you must guarantee eight hours a day." scientific sleep!"

Tang Yuanmao: "..."

Now is the time to be sad, is it really good to discuss scientific sleep?

"So, teacher, you believe what I said, right?"

To be honest, the moment he decided to tell Sang Ning the truth, he was actually very nervous.

It is unimaginable that a living person disappears out of thin air and reappears 45 years later.

If Sang Ning didn't believe him, still felt that he was an old hooligan who was looking for excuses to harass her, and angrily called the police, he didn't know how to make excuses to the police.

"I believe that saving you and giving you another kick is indeed something I will do." Sang Ning's frowning brows finally flattened out, and she sat back on the chair very relaxedly.

The corners of Tang Yuanmao's eyes couldn't help twitching. As expected of a mentor, the angle of thinking about problems is different from ordinary people.

Sang Ning looked up at the ceiling, suddenly feeling confused.

According to what Tang Yuanmao said, she was originally a fringe character in this book who didn't even deserve a name, but she obviously transmigrated into this book from reality.

45 years ago, Sang Ning, who was not even worthy of having a name in the book, 45 years later, the cannon fodder Sang Ning who was the real daughter of the control group in the book, and her, Sang Ning, who lived in reality.

What kind of connection is there between the three?
Few things can bother her, but now there is a huge mystery intertwined in front of her.

What is the connection between the space-time vortex and that doggy system that wants to force her to gain [-] million followers?

Sang Ning felt a headache and was going to ignore these annoying questions for the time being.

She sat up straight, put her elbows on the table, clasped her fingers and supported her chin, looked up at Tang Yuanmao slightly, and asked, "Didn't you say that you have been studying the space-time vortex since I left? How is the research going?"

Tang Yuanmao reached out and touched the back of his head, pursed his lips and hesitated to speak, then pulled his short gray hair with his hands, and said with erratic eyes: "The current research progress is zero."

Sang Ning: "..."

The progress was zero 45 years ago, and the progress is still zero 45 years later. It is a lonely study.

Seeing that Sang Ning looked worried, Tang Yuanmao hurriedly asked for help and explained: "I have accumulated a lot of theoretical knowledge, but every experiment fails. Isn't the progress zero?"

Tang Yuanmao stared at Sang Ning, suddenly a flash of light flashed in his mind, he clapped his hands vigorously with excitement, and then said: "Men, you should be a person who has experienced the space-time vortex, I personally invite you to participate in this research, how about it?"

"No." Sang Ning refused, "There are regulations in the astronomical laboratory, non-staff are not allowed to enter."

"This is not a problem." Tang Yuanmao waved his hand immediately, "I am the dean, and I have the authority to let you into the laboratory."

Sang Ning curled her lips in a very speechless voice: "Xiaotang, do you think that you, the dean, have come to an end? If someone knows that you have used your private power to let me in, dismissal and demotion are considered minor, serious, I guess you and I have to go in and step on the sewing machine."

Tang Yuanmao was in a hurry: "Then what else can I do? At present, there is no other way for you to enter the laboratory except for this method."

"Yes!" Sang Ning said decisively.

Tang Yuanmao pricked up his old ears: "What is it?"

"I'm going to be a graduate student in your college. As long as I become one of your people, don't I have a legitimate reason to enter the laboratory?"

"Then why don't I take you in directly." Tang Yuanmao felt that this method was inappropriate.

Sang Ning is a star now, and he still doesn't know how much professional knowledge she still remembers. What's more, the number of people taking the postgraduate entrance examination has skyrocketed in recent years, and the postgraduate entrance examination has entered the hell mode. Taking the entrance examination for their college is simply an infinitely enhanced version of hell mode.

"Teacher, you should stop thinking about it. I either doubt your professional level, or I simply feel that studying is very tiring. You are a big star, and you rush around every day. What should you do if your body wears down?"

In order not to make Sang Ning think too much, Tang Yuanmao made up an excellent lie.

But Sang Ning snorted indifferently.

Admit it, Sao Nian, you are doubting my professionalism.

"Okay, stop talking, I'm not a person who listens to persuasion, I've passed the exam, and you will be my tutor when the time comes."

Seeing that Sang Ning persisted, Tang Yuanmao couldn't say anything more.

I just quietly figured it out in my heart, how can I release water for Sang Ning while ensuring legal compliance?

Sang Ning thought about it. Zijin Research Institute usually confirms the list of newly admitted graduate students at the end of February every year, which is about five months before the task deadline given to her by the system.

Taking advantage of this period of time, you can study and study whether there are other ways to survive. After all, achieving the goal of increasing followers by [-] million within a year is really like a fantasy.

After finishing the business, the air instantly became quiet.

Both of them are not social cows, so they don't know what topic to talk about for a while.

Sang Ning took out her mobile phone from her pocket and took a look, then looked up at Tang Yuanmao, breaking the silence in the air without haste.

"Xiaotang, can you lend me some money first?"