Genius Club

Chapter 328

Chapter 328: Chapter 26 I’m willing_2 Chapter 328: Chapter 26 I’m willing_2 And now,

the two were no longer in a boss-subordinate relationship.

Position-wise, they could be considered equals, each the president of their own company; moreover, Lin Xian had become a big shot in MX Company due to the Rhein Cat copyright and chemical substance authorization.

However, in Lin Xian’s view, he still held a lot of respect for Zhao Yingjun.

It wasn’t just the connection of a mentor once lifting him up, but also the 600 years of solitude in the Third Dreamland.

A reunion with only a statue left after traversing time had given Lin Xian an indescribable sentiment towards Zhao Yingjun.

Today, he truly wanted to have an extended conversation with Zhao Yingjun.

Remembering the images in the projection corridor...

...

Zhao Yingjun of 2026 closed her eyes, reluctant to part, and lay down in the Hibernation Pod;

She aged alone, single-handedly planning and establishing the grand City in the Sky;

In her twilight years, she still favored taking midday naps in her scrapped blue Bentley;

She would often place the trash can robot in the driver’s seat, and played fetch games with it in her empty home.

Zhao Yingjun...@@@@

Perhaps she also wanted to talk more with him?

“When I was studying abroad, what I missed the most was the heavy flavors of Chinese food,”

Zhao Yingjun said with a smile as she looked at the fiery spicy chicken that had just been served:

“Foreign food is too bland, and eating too much of it just left me feeling lackluster.”

“Spain, right?”

Lin Xian said offhandedly as he picked up his cup:

“Actually, Spain’s flavors are a bit stronger than most.

It’s just that there are fewer types of condiments.

Compared to many European countries, it’s quite good.

Europe is the real culinary desert.”

Zhao Yingjun’s chopsticks paused midair, and she looked at Lin Xian with confusion:

“You know I studied in Spain?”

“Ah?

Didn’t you?”

It was Lin Xian’s turn to be stunned.

In her personal gallery in the Rhine Sky City 600 years later, that’s what the projection corridor said.

Could it be a fabricated history?

“I did study there, but I was actually in Spain for only a short time.

IESE Business School is a Spanish school, true, but it has five campuses worldwide, and I quickly transferred to the Munich Campus...

so, on all my public information, it’s written that I studied in Germany.”

Zhao Yingjun picked up a piece of chicken with her chopsticks and, after a small chuckle, looked up at Lin Xian:

“So...

I’m quite surprised you mentioned that I studied in Spain.

Did you research this specifically?”

“I don’t quite remember where I saw that,” Lin Xian said, laughing it off and steering the conversation elsewhere.

The dinner conversation was very natural and enjoyable for both of them.

Chinese people have had the traditional notion of ‘falling leaves returning to the roots’ since ancient times.

I think it’s not a painful thing to die surrounded and blessed by family and friends, rather than actually hibernating into a future world hundreds of years later...

After you die, no one is there to bid you farewell, and you won’t even know where you will be buried.”

Zhao Yingjun smiled lightly, her voice carefree:

“Isn’t it lonely?

A world where only you know who you are, and you probably won’t even find a place that belongs to you after death, so you can only scatter your ashes in the wind to be taken away.”

...

Lin Xian didn’t speak.

He felt the piece of spicy chicken in his mouth, though tender and fragrant, had a bitterness that was hard to chew, as if he were gnawing on a bone.

He chuckled dryly twice, head bowed in silence.

“What’s wrong?”

Zhao Yingjun was somewhat puzzled:

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No, not at all.” Lin Xian quickly shook his head:

“I think that’s exactly it.

Many people have this kind of thinking, everyone feels this way.”

“What about you, Lin Xian?”

Zhao Yingjun blinked her eyes, looking at Lin Xian:

“Would you ride the Hibernation Pod to the future?”

Lin Xian took a sip of water.

He forcefully swallowed the chunk of spicy chicken.

Then he took a napkin from the box beside him and wiped the corner of his mouth:

“If it were before...

I definitely would have been unwilling as well.”

“As you said, that feeling of being without kin is not pleasant.

Moreover, I don’t feel that life is bad now, nor do I think a technologically advanced future world could bring me more happiness.”

“So...

call me short-sighted if you will, but I would rather die young in the present than to cling to a wretched existence in an unknown, lonely world that doesn’t belong to me at all.”

Zhao Yingjun put down her chopsticks, leaned back, and settled into the chair:

“It sounds like there’s more to what you’re saying.

So now?

It seems from what you’re saying...

you could now accept the Hibernation Pod?”

“Yes, my thoughts have indeed changed now.”

Lin Xian murmured:

“If it were for certain people, for certain things...”

He raised his head.

Looking at Zhao Yingjun, who had her arms crossed in front of her:

“I would be willing.”