Genius Club

Chapter 1280: Chapter 3 Not Yet a Post_2

And now this CC in front of me… I can only roughly estimate that her birthday is around November, but there’s no way to know the exact day.

It’s difficult.

“Huh?”

Suddenly, Lin Xian thought of something very important!

The Millennium Stakes girls all have similar, strange dreams.

In Zhang Yuqian’s dream, she saw montage images of a mushroom cloud, newspaper, Einstein, and so on. In Chu Anqing’s dream, there were fireworks. In the dream of Future CC, she saw herself with blue eyes. So does that mean… the CC in front of me now could also provide some useful information from her dreams?

Yes!

That is a very crucial clue!

Even if I can hear just one or two more keywords, it might provide some ideas and direction for my journey to Brooklyn.

“CC.”

Lin Xian looked at the fluffy high ponytail bouncing ahead, and asked:

“Do you dream often?”

“Of course.”

CC, ahead, turned a corner and said softly:

“Who doesn’t dream? Why do you keep asking such nonsense every day?”

“Hmm?”

Lin Xian was a bit puzzled.

What’s going on?

The other Millennium Stakes girls all said they don’t remember the content of their dreams and forget everything within a second or two after waking up, so how can CC talk about dreaming so casually:

“Can you remember your dreams after waking up?”

“Generally, yes.”

CC turned around:

“But who would intentionally remember these things? Every day the dreams are different, some are memorable, and some are forgotten by the morning, and within a day or two, they’re all forgotten.”

???

Lin Xian frowned.

What exactly is going on?

Strange situations keep appearing again and again!

Based on research on the other three Millennium Stakes girls, Lin Xian and Zhao Yingjun had already summarized the pattern of their dreams:

1. The content of their dreams every day is the same, belonging to fragments of a certain time or story.

2. They forget everything within a second or two after waking up, completely unable to recall anything no matter how much they try.

3. Only by suddenly shaking a Millennium Stakes girl awake can some fragmented words be extracted from them in their drowsy state.

These patterns are absolute, and every Millennium Stakes girl should be exactly the same.

But!

The CC in front of me, obviously a Millennium Stake, why is she so unique?

She can not only remember the contents of her dreams like a normal person, but also has dreams that don’t repeat every day, just like a normal person dreams about things they’ve thought about.

This is too strange…

She doesn’t seem like a Millennium Stake at all, but more like a normal, ordinary girl!

“What the hell is going on?”

Lin Xian muttered softly.

He felt very strange.

This 1952 is filled with oddities:

“What’s wrong with this era?”

“[The transmigrator doesn’t seem like a transmigrator, the Millennium Stake doesn’t seem like a Millennium Stake.]”

That summary is spot on.

As a space-time traveler, he didn’t have any traits of a space-time traveler; CC, as a Millennium Stake, also didn’t have any traits of a Millennium Stake.

Truly don’t know what the reason is behind all this.

“Huh? What are you mumbling about?”

CC, walking ahead, turned back:

“You really love talking to yourself, can’t you control yourself?”

Lin Xian snapped back to his senses.

He lifted his head:

“Can you roughly describe what dream you had last night?”

“I still remember yesterday’s clearly.”

CC slowed her pace, walking to the left of Lin Xian, side by side:

“Because… yesterday I dreamt of grandma again, the one who adopted us from the orphanage, I miss her a lot and talked with her a lot, and even hugged her.”

“And the dream from the day before?” Lin Xian continued to ask.

“Hmm…”

CC poked her chin with her index finger:

“The day before… it was likely about something delicious, Coney Island hot dogs, which are often advertised on the streets, so I dreamt about eating hot dogs. Ah… what a pity…”

CC smiled helplessly:

“I’ve never had a hot dog, and I don’t know what Coney Island hot dogs taste like, so I can’t taste in the dream either, nor can I feel the texture.”

Haha.

Lin Xian was amused.

Indeed.

Gao Yang had told him when analyzing dreams that people don’t dream about things beyond their knowledge.

Like CC never having eaten a Coney Island hot dog, of course, she can’t taste it in the dream, even if she tries to imagine it through association with similar food she’s had before.

But unfortunately…

In CC’s nearly 20-year life, perhaps she hasn’t even had food similar to a “hot dog.”

It’s like asking a girl who’s never seen ice cream or heard of its appearance to dream of ice cream; she couldn’t possibly do it.

“And the day before that?” Lin Xian asked again.

“I don’t remember that one.”

CC shook her head impatiently:

“Ugh, can’t you stop asking such annoying questions? Does it matter at all?”

Lin Xian smiled and stopped asking.

In fact, he had asked enough.

CC’s responses made it easy to judge that she doesn’t dream like Zhang Yuqian, Chu Anqing, or Future CC.

This made Lin Xian have a slight suspicion…

Is the CC now really a Millennium Stake?

He thought deeply again.

At least from a future perspective, she definitely is a Millennium Stake, no doubt.

After all, space-time rifts exist objectively.

With a large number of space-time rifts, there must be Millennium Stake activities; where there’s Millennium Stake activity, there must be Millennium Stake girls; and the CC in front of me looks exactly identical to Chu Anqing and Zhang Yuqian, even to the smallest detail, how could she not be the Millennium Stake herself?