"Hey, it's me. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info has recently become stricter than the search of the organs...... In order to confirm your identity, please report the code. Otherwise, I'll hang up now. ”

"The code is...... el，psy，congroo。 ”

"Very good...... How's your case lately?Anyway, this infiltrated agency is an undercover mission for me, the mad scientist Phoenix Academy, so report back to me now. Did the agency find out that you were undercover? What exactly happened to you over there?"

"I haven't been found out yet, it's just that they don't trust me, so I need a while," replied the black-haired young man with a lazy look on the recliner with the phone in his ear, "so to speak...... Can you speak normally now, Ryotaro Okabe?"

The male black-haired young man's name is Zhou Yuan, a Chinese student currently studying at Tokyo Denki University in Japan, and in addition, he is a dead house who came to Japan with a longing for two-dimensional culture. In fact, now Zhou Yuan lives in Akihabara, and Rentaro Okabe is a serious secondary disease patient from the same school that he met in Japan, claiming to be a "crazy genius scientist Phoenix Academy".

"Are you still adapting to the Japanese environment...... How's it going to be at school, Zhou Yuan?"

Rentaro Okabe said this sentence that was not at all different from the previous middle two speech, but I don't know why it always felt like the same thing as before.

"I've been here for a month...... It feels pretty good, and my classmates are very enthusiastic. Except for the sushi here that is a bit unsavory, everything else is fine. ”

Zhou Yuan stood up and glanced outside. Zhou Yuan was not used to the dormitory, so he rented a house outside. The room here is the second floor of a Japanese-style house, although the room is older and the space is smaller, but fortunately, the rent is cheap, only 20,000 yen a month, so Zhou Yuan has been living here for a month after coming to Japan.

"Okay, let's not talk about that, you can quickly turn on the video call now...... We've found something incredible! Bucket, okay, stop playing, lend me the computer!"

Zhou Yuan listened to the chaotic sound on the other side of the phone, and reluctantly walked to the laptop on the table and opened the computer.

Soon, Rintaro Okabe's face appeared on Zhou Yuan's computer screen.

"It's been a long time, Gunlon, though it's only been three days...... Seeing your seriously aged uncle's face again, it makes people even wonder if you are in your thirties. ”

Zhou Yuan buckled the headphones on his head, then hung up the phone and put it aside.

"Don't say something so dark with that kind expression...... I'd like to introduce you, this is a member of Labman, No.004, and my lab assistant, Miss Christina! Miss Christina, this is a dead student from China, her name is Zhou Yuan. Even though I've been inviting him to join Labman, this guy has a lot of resistance......"

Gunlon's expression was still as exaggerated as ever, with dancing body movements, pushing a red-haired girl in front of the video screen.

"Actually, I didn't promise to be good......

The red-haired girl turned her head to look at the screen after saying this to Gunlon.

"Hello, Zhou Yuan...... Don't listen to Okabe, my name is Makise Red Risu, and at the moment...... I'm just here for now. ”

"Hello, Miss Hong Liqi. In short, it is really hard for you to take care of such a serious secondary and second disease patient...... Thank you. ”

Just when Zhou Yuan was about to continue to smear Rentaro Okabe with more black impressions, Rentaro Okabe's voice interrupted Zhou Yuan's words.

"Alright...... Let's take a look at this! This is my latest invention, the future device No. 8 machine, telephone microwave oven (tentative)! If you use this instrument to send emails, you can send the emails you want to send to the past!"

Zhou Yuan sighed helplessly.

"Hey, I said, this can't be some strange device that you came up with because of the attack of your second illness? Also, I remember that it wasn't the instrument you used to control the microwave oven with your mobile phone?"

"Hahaha!

After Ganglun turned the camera on the computer a little farther away so that Zhou Yuan could see the microwave oven on the left side of the computer normally, he posed on the microwave oven and deliberately raised the white coat he was wearing.

"Although I am very reluctant to admit it...... But, Zhou Yuan, this is indeed true. ”

Makise's face appears in front of the camera.

"Really...... can you really send an email to the past...... Can I give it a try? Sounds interesting. ”

Zhou Yuan had an interested expression on his face.

"Ah...... My heart hurts...... Zhou Yuan, you would rather believe Christina than believe me......"

Rentaro Okabe clutched his heart with a pained expression.

"After all, Makise Red Riki seems to be much more credible than you, so it's no wonder people believe it. ”

I've been sitting next to him.,The computer was robbed by Rentaro Okabe before.,The fat man with a hat.,Hashida Zhi, nicknamed the bucket.。

"If it's an experiment...... I have to get Okabe's consent first, after all, the telephone microwave oven is Okabe's instrument, so ......"

Zhou Yuan and Makise Hong Liqi chose to ignore the two people behind them very decisively.

"If you're going to do an experiment, you can! We happen to be going to do an experiment too, if you're willing to be the first victim...... Edit the text message and send it to my phone. ”

Rentaro Okabe hung his phone next to the microwave, connected it with a data cable, and walked to the screen.

"This is what I want to send, just send it to your phone...... And then the time is set to 3 years ago, when Gunlen first thought of this sentence, but he hadn't said it to anyone yet. ”

Rentaro Okabe looked seriously at the screen of Zhou Yuan's mobile phone in front of the screen.

"Probably won't change anything in the future, right?"

Gunlon said.

"Who knows...... If this kind of thing happens, it's better to do an experiment. Unexpected changes may occur. ”

Rentaro Okabe thought for a moment and nodded.

"Okay...... So I'm ready to debug now. Wait a minute, I'm modifying the numbers for the microwave...... Okay, the discharge has begun, send it!"

White electric sparks flickering in Rentaro Okabe's microwave can be seen on the screen. Zhou Yuan put his finger on the send button on the phone, and after a little hesitation, he gently clicked it.