I play prophet in Salvation Organization

Chapter 57 Future Gift (for further reading)

According to Yu Wei, although Sun Yuanrang dropped out of school in the past two years, his address has not been changed.

Although he was exceptionally promoted as a visiting professor by a certain school, he did not live in the residence that the school personally prepared for him. Instead, he insisted on staying in this city, studying something.

After hearing the information about Sun Yuanrang from Yu Wei, Bai Ling felt more and more that maybe it was himself in the original world who changed Sun Yuanrang's fate.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why he would give up a better life and greater fame, and instead stay in the small city of Linjiang, where he has been doing arduous research.

It could only be that the person in the original world also made use of such a grand proposition as "saving the world" to give Sun Yuan to Huyou so that he listened to his words and made preparations for the future unswervingly!

So, since the layout started two years ago, what kind of surprises or...surprises can I bring to myself!

Bering was looking forward to it.

When he walked to Sun Yuanrang's community, Bai Ling could see Sun Yuanrang's home at first sight.

It's still the same as I remember, even the potted plants at the door are arranged as I remember.

equally ugly.

Taking out a key from the dry place where the potted plant had been cultivated for a long time, Bai Ling opened the door of Sun Yuanrang and walked into the home of this senior whom he had not met for a long time.

It can be clearly seen that Senior Sun Yuanrang is a guy who is basically not very organized in life just like himself.The furnishings of his home can almost be called a "disaster". Not to mention the pile of unwashed dishes in the sink, the takeaway boxes piled up in a mess alone already make people frown.

Tsk, this guy, I didn't expect that he hasn't changed much in this world.

Didn't the original self know how to teach him how to improve his living standards?They have all become visiting professors, but they are still in such a mess.

Bering remembered that Sun Yuanrang seemed to have a girlfriend, and he had a very good relationship with her girlfriend, who usually came to help him with housekeeping.

But now it seems that his girlfriend has not visited the door for a long time.

Could it be because of Yuan Shijie's own behavior that Sun Yuanrang lost his beloved girlfriend in this world...

For some reason, Bering felt a little guilty for no reason.

He stepped over the carpet with countless footprints on it, ignoring many roughly opened courier boxes along the way, until he stopped at the door of Sun Yuanrang's bedroom.

The bedroom door was not closed, and Bering could easily see what was going on inside.

Just like the outside, Sun Yuanrang's bedroom was still messy.Next to it was a bed full of various measuring instruments, and beside the bed was a desk, and the lamp on the desk was dimly lit.

At this moment, a hunched figure was leaning over the desk, writing vigorously with a carbon pen.

Even when Bering walked in, the figure didn't react at all, but the writing speed of the carbon pen became faster and faster, and even reached a level that could almost be called "crazy".

The formula unfolds like flowing water, and countless wonderful numbers fall on the paper one after another, and are classified and calculated in a volume that is as precise as a computer, until one conclusion after another is drawn...

Then overthrow.

Although he didn't quite understand it, just by looking at the countless big "X"s on the paper, Bering could probably guess how restless the writer was right now.

Tsk, it seems that even after the original world's own education, Sun Yuanrang is still easy to get into a dead end.

Shaking his head, Bering's consciousness submerged again.

In his impression, there seemed to be a formula for the future in the diary.

Probably the person in the original world also expected that a similar situation might arise, so he deliberately copied this stuff on the future network.

After spending a few minutes comparing, Bering finally found what Sun Yuanrang was thinking about in an inconspicuous corner.

After pondering for a moment, Bering picked up a pen from the side.

Sun Yuanrang, who was still thinking hard at this moment, didn't notice what was happening next to him at all.

In fact, he is now obsessed with a mathematical problem so complex and difficult that he has completely forgotten everything about his surroundings.

If someone stabs a knife into his chest at this time, he may not be able to feel the coldness of the blood flowing, but he will only feel whether his brain is rusted and his thinking speed is getting faster and faster.

Of course, this kind of thing cannot happen.Among other things, the law and order in the community is still okay.And usually no one would look for him specifically, that's why Sun Yuanrang was so reassuring and bold in concentrating on it.

Today, however, a "knife" really entered his room.

That is the sharp knife of thinking.

The carbon pen lightly taps on a certain formula of Sun Yuanrang, and at a speed that Sun Yuanrang can't react at all, he outlines a long row of formula calculations with a relaxed and freehand gesture.

who? !

No matter how stupid he was at this moment, Sun Yuanrang realized what had happened.

However, at this moment, he didn't care much about his own safety.

In fact, he's pissed off right now, but pissed off with something else.

He was not vigilant for the first time, but cursed: "What crap did you [beep] write, don't scribble on my manuscript! Do you know what this means? This is human. future……"

However, before he finished speaking, he was deeply attracted by the long series of numbers.

These simple numbers looked so wonderful in Sun Yuanrang's eyes, and each tick depicted the delicacy and beauty no less than that of Aphrodite.In Sun Yuanrang's view, these characters are simply the source of inspiration given to the artist by the muse, shining with the light of wisdom and art in the wonderful harmony...

With a "click", Sun Yuan dropped the carbon pen in his hand onto the paper.

He stared blankly at the characters outlined by the tip of the pen, feeling a sense of joy in a trance.

"I see," he muttered to himself, "I see..."

He finally understood everything.

This feeling is as refreshing as feeling the cold water droplets across the chest under the shower head in summer, and people can't help being nostalgic and wandering.

With satisfaction, he lay on his back on the chair, his whole body limp as if his spine had been taken out.

"Perfect, so perfect," Sun Yuanrang muttered to himself, "How did you come up with all this? Could it be that you are a god? An angel sent here to save my muse?"

Perhaps because of the long-term research, Sun Yuanrang's expression was very relaxed.

He even had the time to joke around.

Soon, the person who carried the pen put down the carbon pen, and the pen holder was spinning on the table "gurgling".

"Angels and muses are not in the same system," a voice came from Sun Yuanrang's side, "What's more, words like 'God' are not good adjectives for human beings in the future."

"The only one who can solve the puzzle is always yourself. Only you have this ability."

What is this voice? !

Hearing this familiar voice, Sun Yuanrang suddenly opened his eyes!

He looked behind him for the first time.

Picking up the manuscript paper with white hands, gently shaking off the dust on it, and stuffing it into Sun Yuanrang's arms, let him hold it tightly.

"I brought back the answer you were looking for from the future," the man said with a chuckle, "take it, this is your wealth."

"In other words, it is the 'unique solution' that you in the future have spent several years seeking to find. It is also the key connecting the past and the future, and it is also the foundation for the future destiny of mankind."

The man smiled and said, "Treasure it well."

When seeing this person, Sun Yuanrang couldn't believe it for the first time.

He opened his mouth wide in surprise, and it took a long time before he stammered: "You...you..."

It took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "You are back, Prophet."

"Yeah, I'm back."

Bering nodded slightly: "Long time no see, senior."

(End of this chapter)