"You said it's been two days?"

Zhang Zicheng frowned.

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

"If it's proportional, I don't think low-dimensional people speak fast, right?"

The system was silent for a while, and Zhang Zicheng suddenly felt a strong sense of sleepiness, but his curiosity about the problem still made him stay awake.

After a while, the system finally replied: [After investigation, the upper limit of the speed of light in the lower dimension is much lower than that in the high dimension, but because the mass is too small, the lower limit of the speed of matter is higher than that in the high dimension. 】

[As a result, the relative time between the higher dimensions and the different lower dimensions is chaotic and random, and there is no exact time ratio.] 】

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

Zhang claimed to have thought for a moment and asked, "In other words, I don't observe the lower dimensions, and I don't reduce the dimensions of anything." The low-dimensional time flow rate and the high-dimensional ratio are not certain. ”

"But if I'm looking at a low-dimensional thing, or if I'm downgrading a high-dimensional substance like my cells, the whole low-dimensional time will forcibly synchronize with me?"

[That's right, your host's wisdom is like a high-dimensional bright galaxy, stretching endlessly......]

Zhang Zicheng rolled his eyes, ignoring the other party's flattery, and couldn't understand why this broken system was slapping his ass, could he really do anything to it?

He was just a little disappointed, and the vague idea in his mind that he had thought before of controlling the low-dimensional simulation of certain environments, and then artificially imposing variables, in order to quickly obtain the final experimental results, disappeared directly.

Low-dimensional is really useless.

No longer thinking about this, Zhang Zicheng asked Ti 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 stuck the broken surface of her body to the planet's surface.

In just a moment's time, the surface of the ground that touched Tilulu's body had already cracked inch by inch in a radius of thousands of kilometers, and a chaotic white light faintly appeared in the cracks.

"There is nothing left Father...... Thank you to God for the Father's suggestion that I channel the laws of conflict in my body through exposure to other substances. ”

The current Tilulu is weak and weak, and she no longer has the appearance of jumping and jumping in the Evil God Universe with unlimited energy.

However, she still cheered up and said: "Don't worry, Father, I can condense atoms to create such a planet at any time, and the ordinary matter that mortals on the earth need is really not worth mentioning......"

Zhang Zicheng looked at her wilting appearance, and he was indeed a little distressed. After all, no matter how you say it, the other party also looks like a beautiful appearance drawn by AI, and people are visual animals, so it's normal to feel pity.

He thought for a moment, and in the voice that was as gentle as possible, he instructed: "You can sleep first, and then talk about this after resting." ”

Tilulu didn't want to sleep yet, but when she heard her father's gentle words, she suddenly became a little drunk, and said slightly, "No, Father, I can finally help you......"

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

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

Zhang Zicheng shook his head, thinking of the one in a trillion of the power in Di Lulu's body, as well as the high-dimensional physical laws that caused her wounds, and said in his heart that this should be able to forcibly pull the time of the Three Kingdoms World to synchronize with the high-dimension, right?

It's true, Zhang Zicheng himself can't stand it.

He asked the system to shift the camera to the city of Ye on Earth, and saw Zhang Jiao suddenly stand up from the main seat of the main hall of the Taishou Mansion, and ordered the people on the side: "Don't move those grains yet!" Let me raise the altar again! ”

“？”

Zhang Zicheng said in his heart, what are you doing?

Did you make up for something in your brain?

Zhang Zicheng didn't guess what Zhang Jiao was thinking, but since it was an ascending altar, it probably had something to do with him, so he simply said directly: "No, you can eat those grains as you like, and it will take the same amount of effort to take them back." ”

This is true, and without the help of Tilulu, he would not have been able to affect the grain.

Then, regardless of Zhang Jiao's reaction, Zhang Zicheng stood up, only to find that his whole body joints were extremely stiff.

Stretching hard and yawning, Zhang Zicheng seemed to return 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.

Zhang Zicheng, who couldn't hold on, threw himself directly on the bed next to the desk and fell asleep.

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He was woken up by the ringing of the phone.

I opened my eyes in a daze, picked up the mobile phone on the table, and saw 3 missed calls.

The first one was a phone call from Director Liu in the morning, and the second one I didn't know, probably an advertisement again. The third is now, and it is still Director Liu.

And now it's 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and I slept for about 7 hours.

Zhang Zicheng answered the phone and said in a hoarse voice: "Hey? ”

"Zhang Zicheng? What happened to you? Are you sick? ”

Director 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 Zicheng's popularity is okay, although he can't say that he has many friends, but at least colleagues will not speak ill of each other.

Everyone is out to eat, and they are not shareholders, so there is no need to conflict over the company's efficiency.

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

When Director Liu heard this, he was immediately silent, and said in his heart that you can oversleep until 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and your head is really long enough.

Zhang Zicheng rubbed his eyebrows, and just wanted to say 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 been run through, and the boss means to streamline and optimize the personnel of our art department."

"Originally, I didn't plan to report your name, but when the director came to inspect our group, he found that you were absent from work and had not asked for leave, so I directly called your name, so I ......"

Zhang Zicheng was stunned, as an Internet 5G surfer, it is naturally impossible for him not to know AI painting.

But he also thought that it would take a while for this thing to be put into use, but he didn't expect it to be optimized to his head so quickly.

Director Liu didn't hear Zhang Zicheng's response, and thought that he had resentment in his heart, so he hurriedly said: "But you don't have to worry, we are a regular enterprise, and the N+1 and unemployment insurance money that should be compensated will not be missing you." Do you want to come to the company in the next two days and hand over the work? ”

The corners of Zhang Zicheng's mouth hooked up a smile, originally thought that after resigning, he would rely on the deposit to survive for a period of time, but he didn't expect to be fired.

Compensation, I'm afraid it's enough for me to eat and drink well for a few months, and I don't have to worry about living problems.

My recent luck is inevitably too smooth, right?

So he said happily: "Okay, I think it's still too late, why don't you go over today?" ”

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

When Director Liu heard Zhang Zicheng's tone of 'pretending to be optimistic', he also felt a little bit of kinship.

Now AI painting is very popular, and those who engage in art are not the best in the industry, so it will be difficult 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.