The two men provoked each other with a word from you and me, and Qianrou couldn't intervene at all, so they had already sworn to bet. She stomped her feet angrily: "When is it, why are you two still vindictive!"

Wu Mian didn't say a word, moved his laptop to another adjacent table, and devoted himself to writing. Duan Yu defended a few words with a smiling face, saying that he was just accompanying him in the battle.

Qian Rou didn't have time to pursue these trivial matters at this time, although she also seriously doubted in her heart that Wu Mian would be able to finish the two thousand three hundred words, but looking at his eyes, she was extremely confident, thinking that anyway, she and Duan Yu could prepare for the second hand at the same time, so she might as well let Wu Mian give it a try, maybe there would be a surprise.

For the next fifteen minutes, the "crackling" keyboard tapping in the business center was incessant, and all three of them rushed to the manuscript at the fastest speed in their lives.

At ten fifty-six, Qian Rou and Duan Yu finished the work at hand almost at the same time. After helping Wu Mian process the photo, Qianrou looked at him uneasily, wanting to help but for fear of interrupting his thoughts. Duan Yu was full of sneers and quite proud, in his opinion, Wu Mian was just dying now, and the outcome of the gamble was decided.

Unexpectedly, a minute later, Wu Mian's percussion stopped abruptly, and he stood up and snapped his fingers: "it!" He moved the computer back to Qianrou and Duan Yu, and said with a bright smile: "It's exactly two thousand three hundred words, please take a look!"

Gently manipulated the mouse in surprise and quickly skimmed through the manuscript. Then her beautiful face bloomed with the most comfortable and touching smile of the night: "The writing is very good! Xiao Wu, you are really amazing! Hehe, with these two manuscripts, our report will definitely cause a sensation." ”

Wu Mian was suddenly praised from head to toe, and the whole person almost flew off the ground.

Duan Yu had a shocked expression of disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost. Oh my God, 2,300 words in 15 minutes, this kid really did it!

"How is it, Director Duan, I'm really not bragging!" Wu Mian raised his head in the attitude of a victor and spread his right palm at Duan Yu. The meaning was very clear, he was asked to hand over the losing bets.

Duan Yu was remorseful and angry, and said in a hoarse voice: "I don't have time to talk to you now, please don't hinder my work!" As he spoke, he picked up a USB flash drive, copied the manuscript to his own computer, and read it seriously, and had to admit that Wu Mian did write impeccably. He put the three of them together, tweaked the news lead and a few repetitions, and emailed them to the editor.

"Mr. Yuan, I'll leave first if there's nothing else. Wu Mian knew that even if Duan Yu returned the memory card, the photos in it would definitely have been deleted by him a long time ago, and he really had to deal with business now, so there was no need to force people too much, so he said goodbye to Qianrou.

"Okay. Go back and get some sleep, and tomorrow you can go back to work in the afternoon. Shallow and gentle said with concern. She originally wanted to take Wu Mian home by car, but considering that there were still many things to deal with next, she had to give up.

After thanking him, Wu Mian walked out of the business center with his laptop. He was very proud in his heart, and he completed 2,300 words in fifteen minutes, which was of course impossible under normal circumstances. But he took a risk tonight and played a "little trick", coupled with the support of strong confidence, in order to finally challenge the limit and succeed.

Qianrou kept sending Wu Mian to the elevator, obviously wanting to ask something when she was leaving, but hesitated for a moment and didn't speak. Wu Mian was secretly amused, guessing that she wanted to ask herself how to do it. Although he didn't intend to keep it a secret from her, he was ready to whet her appetite so that she would not only admire herself, but also become more curious about herself.

Five minutes later, Wu Mian was already sitting on a speeding taxi. The windows were rolled down halfway, and the night breeze blew in. The early autumn night was already slightly cool, but his whole body was hot, surrounded by an emotion of excitement and anticipation.

Thinking back on everything he experienced tonight, Wu Mian still had a dream-like unreality. Is this true? Or was it just an illusion all along?

He desperately needs answers to prove that he just needs to go home and turn on the TV again, and everything is settled.

At eleven :25, Wu Mian crashed into the door, and before he even had time to take off his shoes, he ran to the living room, grabbed the remote control and turned on the TV.

The screen flickered, and it jumped out of the picture directly, showing the evening film and television theater of Zhuzhou Satellite TV, which was a classic Hong Kong film from many years ago. Is this a film that is being broadcast "today" by a television station, or is it a film that will be broadcast "tomorrow"? Of course, you can't tell just by looking at the film.

So Wu Mian switched to the official Zhuzhou station, as usual, the Zhuzhou station was rebroadcasting "Zhuzhou News", and the time was clearly displayed at the bottom of the screen.

It's today, not tomorrow!

What is going on? Wu Mian's eyes widened, and after he was sure that he was not mistaken, he quickly pressed the remote control in shock and went through all the channels. There are more than a dozen stations broadcasting local evening news or re-running news, and all the time shows that it is today, not tomorrow!

The remote control fell from Wu Mian's hand, and he was stupid when he kissed the carpet. Could it be that I was hallucinating in the morning?

No, it can't be!" Wu Mian lowered his head and began to check the TV. Only then did he realize that several crooked holes had been added to the back of the TV, apparently penetrated by the mad professor himself with tools, and white data cables and wires extended from the holes, and the other end was in the TV cabinet below.

When he opened the TV cabinet, Wu Mian was surprised, and there was a strange-looking instrument inside. Looking at the appearance alone, there are multiple circuit boards inserted on all six sides, as well as dense thin pipes, plus a lot of things that can't be said, one of which is a cover, the four corners are fixed by screws, and there is a rice-grained miniature bulb on it. In short, it's a very complex, high-tech thing, and anyone can feel this way when they see it.

It can be seen that the mad professor was indeed remodeling this television set during his lifetime, and he has been trying to put his theory into practice, there is no doubt about it. But the question is whether he succeeded? Could it be because he nagged all day long about "crossing", and after listening too much, he was also subtly affected, so that he was not as nervous as him?

This thought made Wu Mian's legs weak, and his ass also had an intimate kiss with the carpet. He shuddered and pulled out a cigarette, lit one and took a few puffs, the pungent smell of the smoke inhaling into his lungs, making him barely stabilize his emotions and think hard.

Recalling the whole process of watching TV this morning, Wu Mian suddenly thought of a detail. It was not smooth when I turned on the TV this morning, and the first thing that appeared on the screen was a sky blue background, and there were many strange symbols, and I was holding the remote control and pressing a few numbers before entering the TV program. But when I turned on the machine just now, I didn't go through this link.

Could it be that some kind of "on" program? Wu Mian perked up his spirits, reached out to turn off the TV, and turned it back on, but the screen still went directly to the TV screen. Whether it's manually shutting down or turning it on, or using the remote control to shut down or turn it on, that sky blue background and strange symbols never appear!

Wu Mian was really going crazy, threw away his cigarette butt and jumped up, rushed into the mad professor's room, took out all his manuscripts and notes from the small cardboard box where the relics were kept, and flipped through them page by page.

He hopes that Professor Mad will leave a record of something like an "instruction manual", and as long as he does it step by step, he can make future programs appear on TV. Unfortunately, no! The most common occurrence is a variety of arithmetic formulas and data records, followed by an extremely esoteric analysis of the results of the experiment, the handwriting is extremely sloppy, and there are many abbreviations and technical terms, nine out of ten lines are incomprehensible.

Despite this, Wu Mian still forced himself to read those barely understood sentences repeatedly, and had a vague understanding of his entire "crossing" theory.

In the mad professor's view, "wormholes" are actually ubiquitous in the universe, floating around like dust, but they are too small, too unstable, and too short to be noticed. Although it is impossible for humans and machines to "cross", light waves, radio signals, etc., often inadvertently pass through the "wormhole", causing wonderful effects. For example, someone has heard a future broadcast on the radio, someone has witnessed a mirage-like future event, and someone has accurately dreamed of the lottery numbers drawn the next day, in fact, they are all affected by future signals.

The instrument made by Professor Mad is called the "wormhole trapper", and its function is to try to capture the best quality "wormholes" floating around him, so that they can exist for as long as possible and remain as stable as possible, so that future signals can continue to "cross" and be received by the TV, making it a real "time TV".

Although Professor Mad has made significant progress, there are still a number of troubling factors that can interfere with "wormholes", from the Earth's magnetic field to weather changes, from temperature to light and darkness, all kinds of factors can cause "wormholes" to escape or disappear. And every time the instrument catches a new "wormhole" and adjusts it to stabilize, it takes at least twenty hours!

Wu Mian spent a lot of time and energy, and finally understood these and ignited a glimmer of hope, so it may be because the earliest "wormhole" has disappeared, and now the instrument is capturing and adjusting the new "wormhole", so there is no future program for the time being.

He returned to the living room and saw that the time was already half past six in the morning, and it turned out that a whole night had passed unconsciously, and it had been more than twenty hours since the disappearance of the "wormhole" yesterday.

Will a new "wormhole" still appear? Wu Mian picked up the remote control again with a nervous and uneasy mood......