Chapter 230 Extra: Parallel Universe (2)
Jin Yang walked in and looked around. Perhaps he saw Rong Yuan, or perhaps he didn’t. He just glanced at him and turned to talk to the two people beside him.
He was more noble than the Jin Yang Rong Yuan knew, and less approachable and warm. He didn't seem easy to get close to. The two people next to him were obviously uncomfortable with the environment of the cafeteria, but Jin Yang seemed very interested. At his insistence, the three of them stayed at the door for a while, and finally walked in. The students blocking their way couldn't help but make way, and even the auntie serving food at the window smiled brighter than usual, serving them large portions of meat.
"Let's go." Rong Yuan said, and left without caring whether Deng Shiquan followed him or not.
"Hey, Rongyuan, wait for me." Deng Shiquan hurriedly followed. After walking out of the door, he couldn't help but say in a tone of jealousy: "You see, people are really incomparable. Some people have everything when they are born. They have a good family background, good looks, and are smart. Everything goes well for them... For people like us, how many years of struggle do we have to be like them?"
Rong Yuan didn't say anything.
When they reached a fork in the road, Deng Shiquan waved goodbye to him and said, "I'm going back to the dormitory first. Bye~"
Rong Yuan paused: Don’t you live in the dormitory?
I've heard that most of the people who have good relationships in college are roommates, and Rong Yuan thought that he and Deng Shiquan must be in the same dormitory. When he suddenly got this information, he didn't know which direction to go. There was still more than half an hour before the afternoon class. He looked around the supermarkets, bathhouses, fruit stores, boutiques, copy shops, cash machines, etc., and remembered his own embarrassing financial situation in this world, so he went to the cash machine to check the balance of his bank card.
Although the conditions of "Rongyuan" in the two worlds are completely different, the set passwords are exactly the same.
The balance on the card is only over two thousand.
——How did you become like this?
Rong Yuan frowned, very dissatisfied with himself in this world. There were so many people around that it was inconvenient to even talk. He walked towards the playground and whispered, "Wandou, check the information of Rong Yuan in this world."
"Yes." Pea replied. After exchanging Noah, the optical computer, which had basically been retired, had remained in Pea's mustard seed space and had come to this world with it. Just like in the past, it easily invaded the network of this parallel universe.
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Sometimes, perhaps just a difference in thought can make life and the world completely different. In theory, parallel universes are other universes that are similar to but different from the original universe. Each quantum has a different state, and each possibility may give birth to a different parallel universe. The multiverse is a collection of universes with infinite possibilities.
The difference between the "Rongyuan" and Rongyuan in this world is not just a "Book of Merits". Their destinies diverged when they were young.
The first part of their lives was not much different. The disagreement occurred when they were in primary school. Jin Yang's father Jin Bai was transferred back to City B for work, and the two of them did not have the opportunity to meet. When he was thirteen, his uncle Rong Guangde passed away. Without the support of the director of the city's public security bureau, Rong Yuan, who was still young and had a distant blood relationship, did not keep the inheritance left by his uncle. The savings in the bank were taken away by Rong Lixin, and the house, which was old but in a very good location, was also sold. Since then, Rong Yuan has been living in Rong Lixin's house.
Rong Yuan had already experienced the character of his cousin in the past, but that was when he was restrained because of his relationship with Jin Yang. The "Rong Yuan" in this world lived under someone else's roof, and his life would only be more difficult. During the years in middle school, he was no different from an invisible person, and was not as beloved as Rong Yuan. In fact, apart from his name in the school database, there was almost no content related to him in the blogs and QQ of teachers and classmates, and even Wandou could not find much information. His test scores were always in the middle, not eye-catching at all. But in the college entrance examination, "Rong Yuan" made a big splash and was admitted to the best university in Sugar Country, City B, as the city's top scorer.
After that, Rong Yuan immediately cut off contact with Rong Lixin's family. He saved up all his tuition and living expenses for his first year of college from his part-time jobs. But in college, he once again made himself indistinguishable from the crowd, even growing his hair a little longer to cover his eyes and wearing a pair of rustic black-framed glasses to ensure that he would not stand out anywhere.
But for a person who never orders an extra dish and can wear old clothes for five or six years, he did not live in a cheaper student dormitory, but rented a single apartment outside the school. Isn't it strange? He explained to the public that a quiet environment is more conducive to study and also convenient for working, but Wandou could not find any record of his working.
Rong Yuan has no friends, no family, no habit of chatting online or writing diaries. Deng Shiquan, the only person who is close to him, is also a casual acquaintance. He lives in this society, but is almost invisible. Even a powerful computer like a computer cannot find much information about him. Rong Yuan's understanding of himself is mostly based on reasoning and guesswork.
Fortunately, the rental information was still registered with the Public Security Bureau, and it was not far away, so Rong Yuan decided to go over and take a look. As for the afternoon classes, he had completely forgotten about them.
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Twenty minutes later, Rong Yuan stood in the rental house where he lived.
A single bed with a very hard bed board, a wardrobe with few clothes, a wooden table and chairs, there is almost nothing in the room that can be called enjoyable, it is clean and empty, exuding a cold feeling. There is a computer that I assembled myself in the room, which has good configuration and performance, but there is no camera or radio installed.
The computer was also very clean. There were not even the university assignments, papers and other files that should have been there, nor were there any downloaded games or movies. "Rongyuan" only installed some of the most commonly used software, but its protection level - after testing by the optical computer - was first-class.
After walking around the room twice, the size of all the items and the layout of the room were as clear in Rong Yuan's mind as a three-dimensional structural diagram. He found that the wooden board between the cabinets on both sides of the desk was a little forward, and there was a space about ten centimeters wide behind the board. He squatted down to remove the board, and as expected, he found a cabinet hidden behind it, and then looked at the things inside in silence.
A gun, two rows of bullets, a crossbow, and a dozen small medicine bottles were neatly arranged like amino acid oral solution, but the labels on them read dangerous words such as "potassium cyanide" (poison), "LSD" (hallucinogen), "ether" (anesthetic), etc. There were also neatly stacked stacks of RMB, seven or eight fake IDs, twenty or thirty premium membership cards, savings cards, disposable phone cards and other various cards.
Rong Yuan: ...
He didn't want to know where these things came from.
After putting the wooden board back in its original shape, Rong Yuan sat on the chair and rubbed his forehead. When he looked up, he saw a small icon on the computer desktop, prompting him that he had three new emails.
The first email said that "that guy" had been dealt with, and asked "Rong Yuan" to rest assured that he would never cause any trouble to them; the second email was a troubled letter for help, and the tone was that of a rich second-generation who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He asked in a tone of asking for advice on how to chase the girl he loved, and asked casually how to kill all the restless brothers and suspicious and mean old men in the family without having anything to do with him; the third email was the good news that a certain gang group had successfully seized the throne under the guidance of "Rong Yuan" during the power change, and he expressed his sincere gratitude - with a huge deposit that had been deposited into a certain account of "Rong Yuan" and a considerable share of future dividends.
Rong Yuan: ...
——Okay, as long as you are happy.
All the previous data in the computer was deleted, but these three emails were enough to explain a lot of problems. Rong Yuan changed several emails to "unread". Anyway, he would be going back soon, so he had no intention of changing the future plan and lifestyle of this "self". However, according to his habits, it was impossible for him not to notice the blank time of memory that he occupied in his body.
He will be discovered anyway, so he might as well give him a big gift. As for how Rong Yuan will react after he finds out about the gift, that is none of his business.
Rong Yuan touched his nose and gave a faint smirk.
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Outside a club, a group of young boys and girls, who were obviously drunk, stumbled out, hugging each other in groups of three or four, their clothes were pulled out of shape. Some of them sang loudly, some yelled at passers-by in an extremely arrogant tone, and a few surrounded a beggar, teasing and insulting him. People around them cast disgusted eyes at them, but they still felt very , and their arrogant appearance seemed to have ruled the world.
Rong Yuan leaned against the wall of a closed coffee shop across the street with his arms folded, watching the farce and sneering in his heart. Besides the mockery, he also felt a bit of pleasure.
Among the group of people, there was a girl in her teens with colorfully dyed hair and heavy makeup that made her real face unrecognizable. Her skirt just went above her thighs. She was giggling and being held in the arms of a boy with a frivolous look. The boy's hands were even inside her clothes, but she seemed unaware. From time to time, she turned her head to give the boy a deep French kiss, and their pink tongues licked each other and exchanged saliva in full view of everyone.
Rong Yuan was not familiar with that face, but for the "Rong Yuan" in this world, it must be unforgettable.
That was Rong Lixin’s daughter, Rong Siyu.
After discovering that the "Rong Yuan" in this world was not simple, Rong Yuan asked Wandou to find out more information. As expected, he learned that the Rong family had been targeted by unknown mysterious forces in recent years, constantly refreshing the new meaning of the word "unlucky", and in just a few years, it looked like the sun was on the decline. Rong Lixin's official position was also lost a year ago, and he offended someone in City A and was almost hacked to death on the street. Now the whole family has moved to City B, trying every means to find ways to use connections, which is why Rong Siyu got together with the prince's party.
Rong Yuan didn't know what kind of girl Rong Siyu was in his world. He had never known her and had never met her, but he vaguely knew that she was a girl who was well protected by her parents and had good grades. He had seen her from a distance once. That cousin looked up, with several followers around her, and was proud like a little princess. The girl in front of him looked so young and tender, with a worldly smile on her face, just like a prostitute.
Rong Yuan had no doubt that this was also a revenge plot by "himself". After all, they had lived together under the same roof for several years, and even if they were not close, there were many ways to induce people to do bad things.
Suddenly there was a scream from the crowd, and several people rolled over, covered in filth. However, a gorgeous girl of about 17 or 18 years old put her hands on her hips and laughed with great pride.
It turned out that she had made something on the ground , causing several of these people with eyes almost in the sky to fall down when they stepped on it. The rest of the people were also not spared from the pulling and pushing, and the sewage bucket at the door of a restaurant was knocked over, making everyone in a mess. Originally, all this seemed like a coincidence, but the girl jumped out to attract hatred, and several people hated her to the core, but after they got up, they all forced out a flattering smile and greeted the girl very cordially.
Rong Yuan raised his eyebrows.
He couldn't hear what they were saying, but he could guess a little. The girl smiled brightly, with undisguised contempt and ridicule in her eyes, and said a few words to them with a smile - perhaps an apology, because the group of people were very terrified and waved their hands to indicate that it was okay. Then Jin Yang walked out of the store behind them, slapped the girl on the back of the head, and said something to the few people with apology while holding her head. The few people even forgot to wipe the dirty water off their heads , their faces full of joy.
After sending away the group of playboys, Jin Yang scolded the girl with a few words, and the girl threw herself into his arms and acted cute, and the boy smiled helplessly and dotingly. He looked up and saw a person across the street, who seemed to be looking in this direction, so he smiled and nodded, full of a sense of condescension.
