Genius Playground

Chapter 48 True History
The closed loop of the spacetime butterfly effect.

Unpredictable, yet interconnected.

To be precise, Chi Xiaoguo wasn't the only one whose life trajectory was changed.

On this entirely new timeline, Jiang Ran, Qin Feng, and Cheng Mengxue did not attend Donghai University.

therefore……

A total of three people will have their fates changed by the butterfly effect of time and space, and will be "replaced" by the trio and admitted to Tunghai University.

fantastic.

Jiang Ran sighed inwardly.

The butterfly effect can change many things, but history is patched up, and no one will be absent from any position.

"I was just guessing, it was purely coincidental."

Jiang Ran looked at Chi Xiaoguo and chuckled softly:
“I have a friend who also wants to come to the College of Fine Arts at Tunghai University, and he applied for the same major as you.”

"But it's clear... she was pushed out by you, you're the lucky one who was finally accepted."

Chi Xiaoguo scratched her head sheepishly:

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry. So, how is she doing now? Did she get accepted by her second choice?"

"pretty good."

Jiang Ran gave a perfunctory reply:

Everyone has their own destiny.

……

Afterwards, Yan Rui took them to the community management department to complete the formalities.

Everything is going smooth.

The club was given a second chance, and the president took over the reins. Chi Xiaoguo became the new president and took on the heavy responsibility of the film club.

"That way, I can leave school without any worries."

When the same dialogue was triggered again, Yan Rui, like an NPC, repeated what he had told Jiang Ran in the original timeline:
"The future of the film company is in your hands!"

"Of course, if you encounter any problems later, please contact me at any time, and I will do my best to help you."

Jiang Ran waved goodbye to Yan Rui and, together with Chi Xiaoguo, watched his back as he left the small activity room for the last time.

"Now it's up to us."

He looked down at Chi Xiaoguo:
“Let’s go, let’s write an application and a guarantee to get the positron cannon back that was confiscated.”

Then came another round of running around.

However, for Jiang Ran, it was already a familiar routine, and she followed the steps one by one.

Chi Xiaoguo was completely bewildered, just following closely behind Jiang Ran. Wherever Jiang Ran went, she went; she signed whatever he asked her to sign, and she swore whatever he asked her to swear.

at last……

All the formalities have been completed; only the final step remains.

Jiang Ran, holding the delivery application form, led Chi Xiaoguo toward the school warehouse.

With this stamped application form, you can retrieve the positron cannon from the warehouse.

Great.

Everything went smoothly after all.

Although there's still a lot of work to be done after retrieving the positron cannon, obtaining it means the "Save Cheng Mengxue" plan is at least 90% complete.

"Senior!"

Chi Xiaoguo quickly followed behind:
"You're walking too fast!"

Jiang Ran's one step was equivalent to two of hers; her short legs really couldn't keep up.

"Feel sorry."

Jiang Ran had been preoccupied with other things and had overlooked this point, so she quickly slowed down.

Even though he explained several times that he was not a senior and that he was in the same grade as Chi Xiaoguo, it seemed that the other party just liked to call him that.

He was too lazy to dwell on it and could only give up.

"Senior."

Chi Xiaoguo approached:
"It's obvious that you really like film photography. What kind of camera do you usually use?"

This question stumped Jiang Ran.

He had never used a film camera even once, let alone touched a roll of film.

"Why do you say that?" Jiang Ran asked in return.

"Because you must really love film photography, that's why you care so much about the survival of film and keep running around doing things for it."

Chi Xiaoguo's eyes were full of anticipation:
"You're not a student at Donghai University, yet you've given so much to the film club. It can only be the purest passion." "I'm truly grateful to you, Senior Jiang Ran. If it weren't for you guiding and leading me along the way, I wouldn't have been able to complete these procedures at all."

"You are definitely more suitable than me to be the president of the film company, and that's what I think too... I hope you can come here often in the future, and I will follow your instructions!"

……

Chi Xiaoguo's sweet, chattering voice actually puts people in a good mood.

"how about you?"

Jiang Ran smiled slightly:
Why do you like such old-fashioned things? What special appeal does a film camera hold for you?

"Of course!"

When talking about things she likes, Chi Xiaoguo ran and jumped to Jiang Ran, walking backwards with her hands behind her back:
"Film cameras and digital cameras are completely different. To put it simply, digital cameras use image sensors to analyze pixel colors and then convert them into data for storage."

"In my opinion, this kind of color simulation is completely fake and does not reflect the true color of the object itself... No matter how high the pixel count or how accurate the color of a digital camera is, it is still the same."

"What's real is real, and what's fake is fake."

"But film cameras are different. The moment the shutter is opened, real light shines on the film, and the developer on the film also presents the most realistic image at that moment."

"This authenticity is completely genuine. This is the biggest difference between the imaging principles of film and digital cameras; at the same time, it's also what I consider the most romantic aspect of film photography—"

She raised her head, looked at the radiant sky, squinted her eyes, and chuckled:
"Film cameras record the most authentic history of the world."

"Every ray of light, every grain of color, even every speck of noise... is the world as it is at the moment the shutter is pressed."

……

Following Chi Xiaoguo's gaze, Jiang Ran also looked up.

The sunlight was just right, shining on everything.

Against a backdrop of a clear blue sky, an airplane trails a plume of smoke across the white clouds in the distance; brown birds leap from the treetops, causing tender green buds to sway and creating a rainbow on the tips of hazy leaves.

Yes.

All of this represents the most authentic colors of the world.

Jiang Ran also had some understanding of the basic principles of digital and film cameras.

Currently, digital cameras typically have a color depth of 8-bit or 12-bit, with high-end products reaching 14-bit.

However, this also means that digital cameras can only display a limited number of colors and cannot fully represent all the colors that the human eye can see.

Film cameras are different.

It has no image sensor or electronic structure; it directly captures the most authentic light from nature using the shutter. The silver halide on the film absorbs light at the molecular level and presents the corresponding color.

Therefore, Chi Xiaoguo is right.

In a sense, film can record an infinite number of colors, making it the most realistic.

It's amazing.

Jiang Ran himself didn't think this was anything special.

But when Chi Xiaoguo said it that way, it actually felt quite romantic.

This is probably... the art of language.

"We've arrived at the warehouse."

Jiang Ran handed the delivery note to Chi Xiaoguo:
"You're the president, go and negotiate with the warehouse manager."

The procedures have been confirmed.

The administrator led them to the school warehouse and opened the door with a key.

call.

A damp, musty smell hits you, carrying a musty, old scent that seems to tell a story of the weight of history.

Following the administrator's lead, Jiang Ran once again arrived at the familiar shelf.

Positron cannon.

That square, cylindrical machine, resembling an enlarged version of an old-fashioned camera, lay there quietly.

Jiang Ran's heart raced as she recalled the scene of the trio carrying her away:
"finally found you."

only……

"what?"

He blinked and realized something was wrong.

He rushed over, wiped the dust off his hands, and stared at the positron cannon's casing:

"Why is there a hole!"

He touched the dent on top of the positron cannon, which was clearly flattened by the impact, with a pained expression, and looked back at the administrator:
"How is this going?"

(End of this chapter)