Genius Playground

Chapter 3 Try
Is this phenomenon accidental, or is it reproducible?
Jiang Ran immediately picked up his phone and sent five text messages to Cheng Mengxue and five text messages to Qin Feng.

Beep beep beep beep, 5 beeps.

Qin Feng picked up his phone and looked at Jiang Ran, who was half a step away:
"Aren't you sick?"

At the same time, Cheng Mengxue also sent a question via WeChat, asking why Jiang Ran sent her five text messages containing the numbers 1 to 5 in a very consecutive sequence.

It seems... we failed.

Jiang Ran frowned.

Or rather, receiving the text message as promised is normal and reasonable.

"Could it be that only the content of that text message could travel through time?"

He tried again, re-editing the sentence "Hello, if you find this phone, please contact XXXXXXX, thank you very much!" and sending it to the two people via text message without changing a single word.

beep.

Qin Feng's phone rang again, and Xiao Xue sent him a speechless emoji.

This is the end.

Jiang Ran was at a loss.

He thought he had mastered some superpower—the ability to send text messages to the past—and that wealth and luxury would be within his grasp...

However, as things stand now...

This was a completely unrepeatable, accidental event, which made him doubt himself.

Could it be that there's something wrong with my memory?

Heatstroke?

Daydreaming?
Not awake yet?
But it all happened so realistically...

"Hey Hey hey!"

Qin Feng couldn't hold back any longer and nudged him with his elbow:
"Just say what you want! Sending text messages here like a mute isn't scary enough."

"Tell me what trouble you're having, and we'll all work together to figure it out!"

Jiang Ran sighed:
"Let's meet up with Xiaoxue first."

"I want to take a good look at her phone."

……

Half an hour later, on the second floor of the milk tea shop, in a corner.

Qin Feng looked at Cheng Mengxue:
"Do you believe?"

"I don't believe it." Cheng Mengxue shook her head.

Jiang Ran shrugged:
"I don't believe it either. Let alone the two of you, I myself don't believe it's true."

"No matter what, the idea that a text message sent today was sent three days ago is just too far-fetched and sci-fi."

"We tried many different methods just now, but none of them worked. No text messages disappeared or were sent to the past... All text messages are normal."

"I've also wondered if I just fainted from the heat, or if there's something wrong with my memory."

"But! There's one thing I can't explain."

He picked up Cheng Mengxue's phone, pinching the Rhine Cat pendant below:
"Qin Feng, do you know who this Rhine Cat is?"

Qin Feng shook his head:
"It looks like a space cat."

Jiang Ran then looked at Cheng Mengxue:

"Xiaoxue, have you told us about this Rhine Cat?"

"No."

Cheng Mengxue also shook her head:
"You two have absolutely no interest in Rhine cats. It's like talking to a brick wall and casting pearls before swine. It's not fun at all."

Suddenly, she blinked:

"you will not……"

"Yes I know."

Jiang Ran looked at the numbers on the Rhine cat pendant's belly:
"This is a collaboration between Rhine Cat and The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Only 4200 of them were ever made, making them very rare."

"Wow!"

Cheng Mengxue's eyes sparkled:

"You did your homework!"

"How can it be……"

Jiang Ran waved his hand:
"You told me this point yourself, but of course you probably don't remember it now."

"Although this isn't exactly irrefutable evidence, you two know me well enough to know that I couldn't have found this online. I have absolutely no interest in Rhine cats, and I don't find them particularly cute."

"That's why I said this might not be so simple... It's not that I'm daydreaming, but there's a real possibility that a time-space butterfly effect has occurred, and that the text message really was sent to the past!"

Qin Feng pondered for two seconds.

Nod:
"Indeed, you wouldn't be that bored."

"However, compared to this time-traveling text message and the [space-time shift] it caused, I'm more curious about something else." He looked up, gazing into Jiang Ran's eyes:
"Why are you the only one who possesses memories from before the time-space shift?"

"Logically speaking, the two of us were standing together at the time... no, according to you, the three of us were standing together, but neither of us has any memory of that."

……

Jiang Ran remained silent.

For some reason, he recalled those arrogant lines from the movie shoot that afternoon:
"If we could go back in time and change everything... everything could start over."

"Even those who are omnipotent are not gods. Only those who control and manipulate history can be considered gods!"

"You can never defeat me in history. Because in this game of time..."

"I am history!"

thump.

Jiang Ran put down her milk tea, leaned back in her chair, and said:
"I do not know."

He shook his head slightly:
"I want to know the answer even more than you do."

This is the truth, and it's what he cares about most.

Neither Qin Feng nor Cheng Mengxue had any memories of the time-space shift.

Jiang Ran, on the other hand, possesses memories of the time-space shift before it occurred, but lacks memories of the new history that followed... Many changes that differ from the original history require others to tell him orally.

This feeling is very unsettling and makes me feel very insecure.

"However, you did change history, just like in your script."

With years of tacit understanding, Qin Feng saw through Jiang Ran's thoughts at a glance and smiled slightly:
"Three days ago, Xiaoxue received this text message. Although she thought it was just a prank, it made her very concerned about losing her phone."

"So she would check her pockets and phone every now and then, which is why she didn't lose her phone while shopping this afternoon."

call……

Cheng Mengxue breathed a sigh of relief and giggled:
"Anyway, thanks to that strange text message, neither my phone nor my cat, Rhine, was lost! You deserve a huge credit!"

"Next time something like this happens, remember to send me a few lottery numbers! That way we can become rich overnight!"

"I want it too."

Jiang Ran was both amused and exasperated.

If we really had the superpower to send text messages to the past, who wouldn't want to make up for regrets, seize opportunities, and achieve a perfect life?

However, at present, there is no clue.

but……

It's too early to give up now.

From a physics perspective, if an experiment can be successful once, it can definitely be successful a second time once the principle is understood.

"Let's try again tomorrow afternoon at the same time."

He looked at his phone screen:
"As far as I remember, the text message was sent at 6:05."

"It is very likely that only text messages sent at this point in time can transcend time and be transmitted to the past."

"Desperate times call for desperate measures," Cheng Mengxue complained.

"You can't say it like that."

Qin Feng took a sip of milk tea:

"Scientific experiments are often empirical experiments. Before we understand why an experiment will succeed, strictly replicating every action, every step, and even every act of praying to gods and Buddhas is precisely the most effective way."

……

The next day, at 6 PM.

The three of them went to the place where they had sent the text message earlier.

This is the only way from the library to the cafeteria. There is a huge transformer distribution box next to it, which is three meters high. You can hear the buzzing sound of electricity when you get close.

Behind the electrical distribution box is the student activity building, from which one can vaguely hear noisy laughter.

“I sent a text message from this very spot yesterday.”

Jiang Ran strictly followed the positions, then directed the two:
“Xiaoxue, come closer and stand next to me; Qin Feng, stand here, a little to the side; my phone was facing this way at the time.”

That's right.

It's definitely a case of grasping at straws when one is desperate.

But we have tried our best to achieve a perfect replica in every aspect.

The text message had been prepared in advance, and it was exactly the same word for word.

He also downloaded a text message bombardment tool, which, once pressed, would bombard Cheng Mengxue's phone with text messages at a rate of one per second.

Qin Feng raised his wrist and looked at his watch as it counted down:

“还有10秒，5秒，3、2、1、发送！”

Jiang Ran gazed at the sunset, which seemed just like yesterday, and pressed the send button fiercely—

(End of this chapter)