After getting a positive answer from the system, Zhang Zicheng frowned and asked: "What's going on? It's only been two or three hours since I last communicated with Zhang Jiao? Why does time fly by so fast?"
"If it's based on proportion, I don't think low-dimensional people speak fast, do they?"
The system was silent for a while, and Zhang Zicheng suddenly felt a strong sense of sleepiness, but his curiosity about the problem still kept him from falling asleep.
After a while, the system finally replied: [After surveying, the upper limit of the speed of light in low dimensions is much lower than that in high dimensions, but because the mass is too small, the lower limit of the speed of light is higher than that in high dimensions.]
[This results in the relative time between high dimensions and different low dimensions being relatively chaotic and random, and there is no exact time ratio.]
[But after the high-dimensional information enters the low-dimensional, the low-dimensional light speed will be anchored at the light speed level of the high-dimensional matter, thereby forcibly achieving time synchronization.]
Zhang claimed to think for a moment and asked: "In other words, I don't observe low dimensions, nor do I reduce the dimensions of anything. The time flow rate of low dimensions and the ratio of high dimensions are not certain."
"But if I am observing low dimensions, or reducing the dimensionality of high-dimensional matter such as my cells, will the entire low-dimensional time be forcibly synchronized with me?"
[That’s it, the wisdom that hosts you is like a bright galaxy in high dimensions, stretching endlessly...]
Zhang Zicheng rolled his eyes and ignored the other party's flattery. He also didn't understand why this broken system wanted to flatter him. Could he really be able to do anything about it?
He was just a little disappointed. The vague idea that he had previously thought about, controlling low-dimensional simulations to simulate certain environments, and then artificially imposing variables, to quickly obtain the final experimental results disappeared.
Low dimensions are really useless.
No longer thinking about this, Zhang Zicheng asked Tilulu 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, letting the damaged surface of her body stick to the surface of the planet.
In just a moment, the surface of the earth that touched Tilulu's body had cracked inch by inch with a radius of thousands of kilometers, and a chaotic white light faintly appeared in the cracks.
"It's okay, Father God...Thank you, Father God, for your advice, allowing me to guide the law of conflict in my body through contact with other substances."
The current Tiluru is weak and weak, and no longer has the boundless energetic appearance in the Evil God Universe.
However, she still managed to cheer up and said: "Don't worry, Father God, I can condense atoms to create such a planet at any time. The ordinary materials needed by mortals on the earth are really not worth mentioning..."
Zhang Zicheng felt a little distressed when he saw her wilting appearance. After all, the other party also has a beautiful appearance that looks like it was drawn by AI. People are visual animals, so it is normal to feel pity.
He thought for a moment, and then said in as gentle a voice as possible: "You should go to sleep first, and then we will talk about this after you have rested."
Tilulu didn't want to sleep at first, but after hearing Father God's gentle words, she suddenly felt a little drunk, and said slightly: "No, Father God, I finally managed to help you..."
But as he talked, his head lowered lower and lower, and after a while, he lowered his eyes like a mortal and fell asleep.
Tilulu's body actually obeyed Zhang Zicheng's orders more than her own consciousness.
Zhang Zicheng shook his head, thinking of the one-billionth part of his power in Tilulu's body and the high-dimensional physical laws that caused her wounds. He thought to himself that this should be able to force the time of the Three Kingdoms world to synchronize with the high-dimensional world, right?<
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In fact, Zhang Zicheng himself was too sleepy to bear it.
He asked the system to transfer the camera to Ye City on Earth, and saw Zhang Jiao suddenly stood up from the main hall of the prefect's mansion and ordered the people on the side: "Don't touch those grains yet! Allow me to raise the altar again!"
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What did Zhang Zicheng say you were doing?
Did you just make up your mind and misunderstand something?
Zhang Zicheng did not try to guess what Zhang Jiao was thinking, but since it was an altar, it probably had something to do with him, so he simply said directly: "No, you can eat the food as you like. It will take the same effort to take it back."
This is the truth. Without Tilulu's help, he would not be able to affect the food.
Then regardless of Zhang Jiao's reaction, Zhang Zicheng stood up and found that all the joints in his body were extremely stiff.
Stretching hard and yawning, Zhang Zicheng seemed to be in a trance, returning to his experience of playing online games all night long in college.
It’s just that low-dimensional games are much more fun than online games.
Unable to hold on any longer, Zhang Zicheng 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 drowsily, picked up the mobile phone on the table, and saw 3 missed calls.
The first one was in the morning, when Manager Liu called me. The second one was something I didn’t recognize, probably another advertisement. The third one is now, and it’s still Manager Liu.
The time now is 3 pm, and I have slept for about 7 hours.
Zhang Zicheng answered the phone and said in a hoarse voice: "Hello?"
"Zhang Zicheng? What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"
Manager Liu is a female, and her voice is not sharp because of Zhang Zicheng's absence from work, but more of confusion and ordinary concern.
After all, everyone works under the same roof every day, and Zhang Zi’s popularity is pretty good. Although he can’t say he has many friends, at least his colleagues don’t say bad words to each other.
Everyone is here to make a living and are not shareholders, so there is no need to conflict for the benefit of the company.
"It's okay, I just overslept." Zhang Zicheng said casually.
When Manager Liu heard this, he immediately fell silent. He said to himself that you could oversleep until 3 pm, and your head is really long.
Zhang Zicheng rubbed his eyebrows and was about to say about resigning, but Manager Liu hesitated and said: "Zicheng, do you know about the recent popularity of AI painting?"
"The company's processes have been run smoothly. What the boss means is that we need to streamline and optimize the personnel in our art department."
"Originally I didn't plan to call your name, but when the director came to inspect our team, he found that you were absent from work and had not asked for leave, so he called your name directly, so..."
Zhang Zicheng was stunned. As a 5G Internet surfer, it is impossible for him not to know about AI painting.
But he thought it would take some time for this thing to be put into use, but he didn't expect it to be optimized so quickly.
Manager Liu didn't hear Zhang Zicheng's response, and thought he had resentment in his heart, so he quickly said: "But don't worry, we are a formal enterprise, and you will not be short of the N 1 compensation and unemployment insurance benefits. You see
Do you want to come to the company in the next two days to hand over the work?"
A smile appeared on Zhang Zicheng's lips. He originally thought that after resigning, he would have to rely on savings to survive the development of Golden Finger for a while, but he didn't expect to be fired.
The compensation will probably be enough for me to eat and drink well for a few months without having to worry about life problems.
Your recent luck has been too smooth, right?
So he said cheerfully: "Okay, I think it's still late. How about going there today?"
In this way, in the next few days, he can study golden fingers at home with peace of mind.
Manager Liu also felt a little bit sad when he heard Zhang Zicheng's "pretending to be optimistic" tone.
Nowadays, AI painting is very popular. Those who engage in art will not be able to find jobs in the future if they are not experts in the industry.
I don’t know how this little brother will live if he can’t find a job after the compensation is used up.