Your universe is so fragile

Chapter 29 Optimization
"You said it's been two days?"

Zhang Zicheng frowned.

After getting an affirmative answer from the system, Zhang Zicheng frowned and asked, "What's the matter, isn't it only two or three hours since I communicated with Zhang Jiao last time? Why does time go by so fast?"

"If it's based on proportion, I don't think low-dimensional people speak fast, do they?"

The system was silent for a while, and Zhang Zicheng suddenly felt a strong drowsiness, but his curiosity about the question still kept him from falling asleep.

After a while, the system finally replied: [According to surveys, the upper limit of the speed of light in low dimensions is much lower than that in high dimensions, but because the mass is too small, the lower limit of the speed of matter movement is higher than in high dimensions. 】

[This leads to the relative time between high-dimensional and different low-dimensional, which is relatively chaotic and random, and there is no exact time ratio. 】

[But after the high-dimensional information enters the low-dimensional, the low-dimensional light speed will be anchored at the light speed level of the high-dimensional matter, so as to forcibly achieve time synchronization. 】

Zhang claimed to think for a while, and asked: "That is to say, I don't observe low-dimensional, and I don't reduce any dimension. The time flow rate of low-dimensional and high-dimensional ratio are not necessarily."

"But if I am observing low-dimensional, or reduce the dimensionality of my cells and other high-dimensional substances, the entire low-dimensional time will be forced to synchronize with me?"

[Exactly so, your wisdom as the host is like a high-dimensional bright galaxy, stretching endlessly...]

Zhang Zicheng rolled his eyes, ignored the other party's flattery, and didn't understand why this broken system wanted to flatter him. Could he really do anything to it?
He was just a little disappointed. The vague idea that he had thought in his mind before, controlling the low-dimensional simulation of certain environments, and then artificially imposing variables to quickly obtain the final experimental results disappeared.

Low-dimensional is really useless.

No longer thinking about these things, Zhang Zicheng asked Di Lulu in the picture: "Are you really okay?"

At this time, Tilulu seemed to have gradually adapted to the physical pain, and was no longer so dying, but still very weak.

She created a moon-like planet out of thin air, and let the damaged side of her body stick to the surface of the planet.

In just a moment, the surface of Di Lulu's body was cracked inch by inch in a radius of thousands of kilometers, and chaotic white light faintly appeared in the cracks.

"It's all right, Father God...Thank you Father God for the suggestion, let me guide the laws of conflict in the body through contact with other substances."

The current Tilulu is weak and weak, and she no longer has the boundless energy of bouncing around in the universe of evil gods.

But she still cheered up and said: "Don't worry, Father God, I can condense atoms to create such a planet at any time. The ordinary substances needed by mortals on earth are really not worth mentioning..."

Seeing her listless appearance, Zhang Zicheng really felt a little distressed.After all, no matter what, the other party also has a beautiful face that looks like an AI painting. Humans are visual animals, so it is normal to feel pity.

He thought for a while, and in the gentlest voice possible, he said, "Go to sleep first, and then talk about it after you have rested."

Ti Lulu didn't want to sleep at first, but after hearing Father God's gentle words, she suddenly became a little drunk, and said slightly drunk: "No, Father God, I finally managed to help you..."

But as he talked, his head lowered lower and lower, and after a while, he lowered his eyes like a mortal and fell asleep.

Di Lulu's body obeyed Zhang Zicheng's orders more than her own consciousness.

Zhang Zicheng shook his head, thinking of the one-in-a-billionth power in Di Lulu's body, and the high-dimensional physical law that caused her wounds, he thought that this should be able to force the time of the Three Kingdoms to synchronize with the high-dimensional, right?

In fact, Zhang Zicheng himself was too sleepy.

He asked the system to shift the camera to Yecheng on earth, and Zhang Jiao suddenly stood up from the main seat in the main hall of the prefect's mansion, and ordered the people on the side: "The food, don't move it yet! Let me set up the altar again!"

"?"

Zhang Zi deliberately said what are you doing?

Did I misunderstand something?
Zhang Zicheng didn't try to guess what Zhang Jiao was thinking, but since he was promoted to the altar, he probably had something to do with him, so he said directly: "No, you can eat the food as you like, and it will take the same effort to take it back."

This is true, without Tilulu's help, he would not be able to affect the food.

Regardless of Zhang Jiao's reaction, Zhang Zicheng stood up, only to find that all the joints in his body were extremely stiff.

Stretching fiercely and yawning, Zhang Zicheng was in a daze, as if he had returned to his experience of playing online games all night in college.

It's just that low-dimensional games are much more fun than online games.

Unable to hold on, Zhang Zicheng threw himself on the bed next to the desk and fell asleep.

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He was woken up by the phone ringing.

He opened his eyes in a daze, picked up the mobile phone by the table, and saw 3 missed calls.

The first one was a phone call from Director Liu to him in the morning, and the second one was unknown, probably another advertisement.The third one is now, still Director Liu.

And the current time is 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and I slept for about 7 hours.

Zhang Zicheng answered the phone and said hoarsely, "Hello?"

"Zhang Zicheng? What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

Manager Liu is a woman, and her voice is not sharp because of Zhang Zicheng's absenteeism, but more confused and ordinary concern.

After all, everyone works under the same roof every day, and Zhang Zi’s popularity is not bad. Although he doesn’t have many friends, at least his colleagues don’t speak ill of each other.

Everyone is here to make a living, and they are not shareholders, and there is no need to conflict for the benefit of the company.

"It's okay, I just overslept." Zhang Zicheng said casually.

When Manager Liu heard this, he fell silent immediately, thinking that you can oversleep until 3 p.m., and your head is really long enough.

Zhang Zicheng rubbed his brows, and was about to talk about his resignation, but Director Liu hesitated and said, "Zicheng, do you know the AI ​​painting that has become popular recently?"

"The process in the company has already run smoothly. The boss means that the personnel in our art department should be streamlined and optimized."

"I didn't intend to report your name at first, but when the supervisor came to inspect our team, he found that you were absent from work and hadn't asked for leave, so he called your name directly, so..."

Zhang Zicheng was taken aback. As an Internet 5G surfer, it is impossible for him not to know about AI painting.

But he thought that it would take some time before this thing was put into use, but he didn't expect it to be optimized for him so soon.

Manager Liu didn't hear Zhang Zicheng's response, so he thought he was resentful, and quickly said: "But you don't have to worry, we are a regular company, and you will be compensated for N+1 and unemployment insurance benefits. You See if you want to come to the company in the next two days and hand over the work?"

The corner of Zhang Zicheng's mouth curled up into a smile. He thought that after resigning, he would have to rely on savings for a period of time to develop the golden finger development, but he was fired unexpectedly.

The compensation is probably enough for me to eat and drink for a few months without worrying about living problems.

My recent luck must have been too smooth, right?

So he cheerfully said: "Okay, I think it's still too late, why don't we go there today?"

In this way, in the next few days, he can study cheats at home with peace of mind.

Director Liu also felt a tinge of sympathy when he heard Zhang Zicheng's "pretentiously optimistic" tone.

Now that AI painting is popular, those who are engaged in fine arts are not big names in the industry, so it will be hard to find a job in the future.

I don't know how this little brother will live if he can't find a job after the compensation is used up.

(End of this chapter)