No one is more familiar with the late night scenery of Hujiang Market than Jinghuai.

Standing on the 77-story office building, the night view of the Shanghai Stock Exchange is unobstructed.

Jing Huai is the editor-in-chief of the life science column of the authoritative academic journal "Deep Blue" magazine. He is considered a middle-level middle-level member of the magazine. At the age of 45 this year, he has worked in the editorial position for more than 20 years.

What characteristics should the editor-in-chief of a column have?

A higher status, good wealth or the Mediterranean sunshine above your head?

Except for the last item, Jing Huai has it.

Without baldness, Jing Huai's hair quality is not good. He started to lose severe hair when he was 27 years old. On his 30th birthday, he completely entered the ranks of uncles with duckbill hats and thermos cups.

However, last year, genetic technology solved the problem of hair loss. Jing Huai had just undergone a gene induction repair surgery on the head to promote secondary growth of hair and make the top of the head thicker again.

Jing Huai is even less short of money and social status. As the editor-in-chief of the column, he earns more than 2 million yuan an annual salary and is respected. He has to find Jing Huai to be able to publish many scientific research papers.

Although Jing Huai, who was forty-five, was not the billionaire Diamond King, he achieved a little success before knowing his destiny, and he reached a height that many of his peers could not reach.

To be honest, this kind of life is very boring. After experiencing two failed relationships, Jing Huai became a single childless person and became the "old bacon". These are all regrets.

Late at night, the entire editorial team was working overtime to study whether a research paper was passed.

This is a paper on the transmission and storage of information in human mind.

Whether this paper was published successfully is related to whether a smart biopharmaceutical company can obtain project financing with hundreds of millions of capital.

The signing right is Panoramic Huai here. If you sign, the other party will have hundreds of millions or even more investments, and you will also have a benefit fee of no less than seven-digit numbers.

If you don’t sign, Jing Huai will face pressure from many parties, and even the position of editor-in-chief will not be guaranteed.

However, after review, Jing Huai believed that this paper had many loopholes, without detailed experimental support, and could not form a closed loop in theoretical data.

Who doesn’t want the seven-digit thank-you fee? But if this kind of paper is really published, if it is traced, Jing Huai lost his position as the editor-in-chief, and it is very likely that he will have freedom.

Jing Huai thinks he is not a good person, but he should take some money, but he is hot. Jing Huai still has a bottom line in his heart.

At twelve o'clock in the morning, after a three-hour debate, the paper review team composed of brain thinking experts, biology experts and editors was 4:4, and half of them were agreed.

The key editor-in-chief votes are here in Jinghuai.

After Jing Huai expressed his opinion, he signed the rejection on the paper approval opinion.

This means that the financing of hundreds of millions of yuan of this smart biopharmaceutical company has been wasted.

The atmosphere solidified instantly.

Jing Huai broke the silence and stood up and said, "That's it, everyone has worked hard today, let's have a break."

Deputy Editor Shu Min gave an idea to the employees outside.

Jing Huai returned to the office and put the rejected form into a folder and will hand it over to the editor-in-chief for signature tomorrow.

Then he packed up his information and prepared to go home.

Jing Huai walked forward, and someone opened the office with the key and took the file bag away.

Jing Huai, who was preparing to drive in the basement parking lot, received a strange call.

"Editor Jing, you don't give me face." Yin Jie's voice made Jing Huai very uncomfortable.

The phone number is unknown, but the sound is very familiar to Jing Huai.

"Mr. Liu, your experiment needs to be improved, and the paper cannot logically pass..."

Jing Huai sat in the back row, the vehicle started the autonomous driving mode, drove out of the basement and headed towards home.

"Editor Jing and Editor Chen nodded. Do you think you can stop it? If you can change your attention before 9 o'clock tomorrow, our agreement will still count."

Jing Huai chuckled: "I am only responsible for my signature."

"Oh, that's fine, I wish Editor Jing a good dream tonight."

Before Jing Huai hung up the phone, he suffered a violent impact behind the car, and he instantly lost consciousness.

"Hello everyone, this is the live broadcast of the Shanghai News Station. At 12:30 am today, a serious car accident occurred on Shanchuan Road. A large truck reprinting steel stranded wire rear-ended an autonomous driving mode car from the rear, causing the car to be severely squeezed and the passengers on the car died..."

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"Jing Huai, hurry up, the boss of Guo is here to check the men's toilet!"

Jing Huai was woken up by the sound, and what was thrust into his nose was the unique fragrance of the toilet.

"Jing Huai, why are you still standing there? I stole the cow last night? I fell asleep even after peeing, so I quickly wiped out the cigarette! Guo Xueba is here!"

Before Jing Huai could even think about what had happened just now, a boy next to him grabbed the cigarette in his hand. He also shook the birds with conditioned reflexes and then hurried out of the toilet.

When he came to the corridor outside the toilet, the spring sunshine made Jing Huai feel a little confused.

In the small garden downstairs of the teaching building, four tall ginkgo trees have sprouted a little new buds. The cool breeze in early spring blew, and Jing Huai shivered.

In the early spring, the thin cold invaded the muscles and bones. Jing Huai's jacket was wearing a green sports school uniform outside. The sleeves of the school uniform also featured a large red font in abbreviated pinyin - jcyz.

The red and green are so ugly. I don’t know which clothing factory is paying attention to such a shit design.

"Who are you?" Jing Huai looked at the sturdy boy beside him who was wearing white sports. He was 180 cm tall, but his body was a circle strong. The school uniform was not a thick jacket but a yellowed high-neck autumn jacket...

This kid is in good health, but this style makes Jing Huai a little messy.

Jing Huai thought this person was very familiar, but he just couldn't remember his name.

"Yaom! Jing Huai, are you so stupid? I'm Gaoling!"

Jing Huai stared at Gaoling's high-neck autumn clothes for ten seconds.

At this time, the ten-minute break was over and the rapid ringing rang.

Gaoling said, "Let's go, class is coming! Master Miejue's class, hurry up."

Jing Huai followed Gaoling into the classroom of Class 3, Grade 3, in a daze. The weather was cold in early spring, and the classroom windows were not opened many times. The carbon dioxide greenhouse effect and the smell of sweat after exercise in adolescent boys were a little frightened.

In front of the classroom, there is a countdown to the college entrance examination - March 7, 2005, there are 92 days left before the college entrance examination. This news clearly states that it is 2005, not 2035, and it is not an office building for Hujiang City's "Deep Blue" magazine, but a third-year science high school class in Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School in his hometown Jiangcheng City District.

The ceiling of the classroom is an old-fashioned electric fan. A 32-inch large belly imaging tube TV hung on the left front of the podium. At this time, the Rockets vs. Mavericks were still playing. Yao Ming took a step back and hooked his hand and the ball entered.

When a boy saw the teacher come in, he quickly turned off the TV and the boys sighed.

In the class, the men and women quickly returned to their seats. Jing Huai walked to the podium but stopped. He didn't know where his seat was.

Memories surged like springs, this was the scene when Jing Huai was in high school.

The same scenes, the same characters.

He remembered who Gaoling was, a good friend in high school, and he was quite literary in writing essays. He originally planned to be a teacher, but by chance he became a chef and finally lost contact with Jing Huai.

Jing Huai suddenly realized that he might have died in a car accident just now.

And at this moment, I may be reborn.

"Jing Huai, what are you doing on the podium? Do you want to give a lecture?"
Chapter completed!