Regarding his age inheritance, Chen Feng had numerous conjectures.
Sometimes he will be optimistic, sometimes he will be pessimistic.
Many scientists have done countless tests on him, but no one can draw a conclusive conclusion.
For galactic humans whose life spans range from three to five hundred years to over two hundred years, common methods such as bone age measurement, DNA testing, somatic cell half-life testing, and stem cell division number testing are of little significance.
In the past timeline, when he went to the 31st century, he directly inherited the body of another Chen Feng, then transformed and assimilated it.
But in the ninth timeline, he was reshaped based on his own corpse.
In addition, in the first eight timelines, he only lived for one year each time. Even if there were discrepancies, they would only differ by one or two days.
Compared with the lifespan of humans in the galaxy, which can easily exceed two hundred years, he has no intention of caring about this mere eight-year difference.
But something unexpected happened this time.
What he inherited was his own body, and he lived in physical form for one hundred and four years in the thirty-first century.
Even though his lifespan is much longer than that of ordinary people, it can be seen with the naked eye that he is indeed "old".
"A lot happened this time, right?"
Zhong Lei asked softly.
Chen Feng responded with a smile: "There are a lot of things. We all did a pretty good job."
"I won't ask you for details. You have your own plans. You go and wash up first, and then come and have breakfast."
"good."
Zhong Lei seemed to know that he needed to be alone. Although she had many things to ask, she hid them all in her heart and sent him to wash up.
After closing the bathroom door, Chen Feng looked at himself in the mirror.
He couldn't remember the last time he looked in the mirror. It was too long ago.
His hairstyle is exactly the same as before he left, and his face shape has not changed much, but there is an old-fashioned look in his brows.
My skin looks darker than before, and my pores are slightly larger.
There is a faint trace of crow's feet in the corners of his eyes, but you can't tell if you don't look carefully.
His appearance at this time is very different from that of a well-maintained thirty-year-old middle-aged man in this era, and he can even participate in the selection of the top ten young people.
Considering that the average life span of a human being in the Milky Way is close to 300 years, his 138 years is only equivalent to 35 years of human beings in the 21st century.
Now his gene awakening level has reached 50% and he has become a perfect galactic human.
Although there is no lifespan testing method in the 31st century, Chen Feng speculates based on past experience that he now has a chance of living to be 500 years old.
Unfortunately, when he became a perfect galactic human, he was already a little old, and his appearance was probably frozen at this stage. It will take another two or three hundred years for his true old age to gradually show.
Chen Feng estimates that he still has about three hundred years to live in this timeline.
He thinks this is good.
He looked too young for a "successful man" before, but now he really looks like a mature man.
To be honest, his change is not obvious compared to before. 99% of the people in the world may not be able to see it. It's just that the first person he met after coming back was Zhong Lei, the person on his pillow. Zhong Lei's observation is too keen.
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Chen Feng is not usually a narcissistic person, but this time he looked in the mirror for a full five minutes.
He is carefully analyzing the current situation.
Since it turns out that his physical age in the thirty-first century may be inherited, it means that he made a major mistake in his initial judgment.
I don't have thousands of opportunities to squander.
In the thirty-first century, the closer you are to success, the closer you are to true death and the ability to travel through time and space.
There is a safe way, that is, every time you go there, you have finished explaining everything that needs to be explained, and then you will decisively wipe your neck and die early.
This seems to be a solution, but Chen Feng has now realized his importance to mankind in the thirty-first century.
If human beings want to successfully defeat the dual threats of super civilization and compound-eyed beings, they need more than just technology, but also an iron will and absolutely unified execution.
In other words, mankind in the thirty-first century must be led by a great leader, that is, he himself.
He had no choice.
Therefore, Chen Feng began to feel a real sense of urgency in his heart.
Maybe next time will be the last time.
Chen Feng recalled the hidden tangle in his heart when he wandered the Orion Arm with Xiaofu in the previous timeline.
At that time, he wanted to commit suicide more than once, but he couldn't bear to let Xiaofu's efforts go to waste, so he decided to take a big gamble.
In the end, he waited for Xiaofu's countless achievements, the Grand Unification Formula, and everyone in the shadow galaxy, and also waited for the technological explosion of mankind's entry into the fourth-level civilization.
So he both lost and won the bet.
Ask him if he regrets it.
His answer is no regrets.
As a daily stud gambler, he has long been aware of paying the price.
Chen Feng stared blankly in the mirror and thought seriously for about ten minutes.
He slowly cleared his mind and made a decision.
As the truth about age inheritance is exposed, the shortcut between himself and humanity has actually come to an end.
Then, the next timeline is not only his own decisive battle, but also the decisive battle of mankind.
This time, I will become a truly perfect leader and achieve everything to the ultimate perfection.
I will personally build mankind into a truly eternal fourth-level civilization, and then watch the footprints of mankind set foot in every corner of the fiber network of the universe.
I, Chen Feng, have this consciousness, so I will do what I say.
After washing his face with water, Chen Feng walked out of the bathroom.
Placed on the dining table were sandwiches, hamburger buns and the like, enough for ten people, as well as a large pot of rice porridge.
Zhong Lei is not good at cooking and usually does not touch her hands with oil or water.
When the two of them were simply renting together, Chen Feng would cook by himself to save living expenses. Zhong Lei would either order takeout or eat out, but she never cooked a meal by herself. It was really a bit difficult for her to prepare a sumptuous Chinese breakfast.
Make things difficult for others.
It was unprecedented for her to get up early and make a simple and hearty breakfast.
It was rare that Chen Feng didn't eat Haisai indiscriminately, but tasted it carefully one bite at a time.
Zhong Lei was confused by what he said, "What? It's not delicious? You can't blame me. I just put the finished product in the oven and microwave. I only made the rice porridge myself. The rice porridge."
There should be no problem, right?"
Chen Feng shook his head, "No, I want to taste the breakfast you made for me carefully. This will become my eternal memory in the future."
Zhong Lei's pretty face turned red, "Where did you learn to speak so smoothly?"
Chen Feng smiled and said, "I'm not joking, I'm serious. I will keep every bit of you in mind. If it weren't for you this time, I might not be able to hold on until the end."
Zhong Lei became interested, "Really? What did I do? Well, it seems we said we couldn't ask more questions, so don't tell me."
Chen Feng shook his head, "Not everything can't be said. You wrote a lot of love songs for me, and I've listened to each song at least a hundred thousand times. It's very touching, and I like it very much."
Zhong Lei was embarrassed, "You are so disgusting! I can't stand it anymore. Who wants to write a love song for you? Oops!"
Chen Feng: "Hehehehe. You are too modest Zhong Lei. I can say responsibly that your love song is probably the best love song written in the history of human civilization, and it is also the love song with the greatest impact."
"Don't say it, don't say it! Don't listen, don't listen!" Zhong Lei covered her ears, but her face turned red.
There were some things she knew she would do, but when she was being ridiculed by Chen Feng like this, she was still a little shy.
But after a moment, she adjusted herself and just rolled her eyes at Chen Feng, "Okay. You just pretend to be cold when you are here. In the 31st century, if you stay with your Tang Tianxin for a long time, you will learn to talk.
Right?"
Chen Feng was stunned, shook his head and said: "No. Alas, I am really not glib."
As he spoke, he felt a little desolate.
Zhong Lei asked cautiously: "This time...she...she still sacrificed?"
Chen Feng hummed, "Yes."
"I'm sorry, that's not what I meant."
Chen Feng grinned, "It's okay, I'm used to it. Really used to it. Since it's a war, there will always be sacrifices. As long as we can have the last laugh."
"What about this time...where is your child?"
Chen Feng suddenly thought of Tang Tianxin's two lies again, and was speechless and choked.
"I didn't see it either."
Zhong Lei: "Alas. What a pity."
While saying this, she quietly lowered her head and looked at her abdomen.
She was probably speculating on whether she could succeed.
But she didn't have much hope either.
It would be difficult for people in the thirty-first century to bear Chen Feng's genes, let alone myself.
Chen Feng coughed twice and said, "Don't be like this. I'm obviously sorry for you, but why do you seem so guilty? Don't torture me."
Zhong Lei shook her head, "I said, I have thought about it for a long time. Maybe the relationship between you, me, and Tang Tianxin seems inappropriate in the secular concepts of people in the 21st century. But I think that different eras should
There are different attitudes. We should not use the secular concepts of the 21st century to constrain the behavior of humans in the 31st century."
Chen Feng was stunned, then remembered that during the thousand-year struggle, the Human Resistance Alliance had taken many measures to increase the birth rate in order to quickly reproduce the population.
During those thousand years, most women had no time to get pregnant.
Men go to war, and so do women.
But people are very open-minded about the combination of artificial embryos. When they met two people on the road, everyone exchanged data and thought that their talents could complement each other, so they decided to make an appointment.
This "appointment" is not really a one-time appointment, but an application report is filed at the same time, and the Population and Reproduction Department will naturally call the frozen gene bank for matching.
After breakfast, Chen Feng personally drove Zhong Lei to Mason College.
In one week, she will finish her studies here and the two of them can return to China.
Watching Zhong Lei enter the corridor, Chen Feng turned around and was about to get in the car when he received another call from Zhong Lei.
Zhong Lei: "Okay, you're right."
Chen Feng: "What?"
"I woke up very early this morning. I woke up after five o'clock and couldn't fall asleep, so I..."
"What's wrong?"
"I really wrote a song for you, a love song. I can't hide it from you."
Zhong Lei on the other side of the phone blushed a little.
Chen Feng was stunned and laughed, "Let me guess the title of the song? It's called "Happiness to the Nth Power", right?"
"You're a scumbag!"
"Hahahahahaha! I won't tell you about you, or you will have to sing it for me again. I will not go to class today, and I will figure out the basic melody and lyrics by myself. You are not allowed to call me before I finish."
Chen Feng quickly said: "Wait a minute, I have one more thing to do."
"What's up?"
"Did Lesna teach you how to yodel recently?"
"You know this too?"
"In the history of the previous timeline, people who have reached the level of you and me actually have very little privacy. Others even want to find out what color underwear I wear every day."
"Okay, it's really scary. It feels weird, but also a little bit smug. What's going on?"
Chen Feng chuckled, "Then let's try yodeling another day?"
Zhong Lei was puzzled, "Does this still require a deliberate appointment? Wait, are you thinking about something weird?"
"you guess."
"Farewell."
After Zhong Lei on the other side finished speaking, she hung up the phone.
Chen Feng felt a little refreshed on his side.
Before the Galaxy Explosion, he had lost 99% of his emotions and was accustomed to using logic to analyze the pros and cons. He once accidentally thought of the situation after returning.
At that time, he had doubts, worrying that if he had been a machine with almost no emotions for too long, it would be difficult for him to adapt to modern life when he returned to the 21st century, and he would become so indifferent that he would create a sense of distance from others.
But it turned out that he was overly worried.
I, Chen Feng, am still the young boy I used to be, teasing the female version of Beethoven and so on, which is quite fun.
Chen Feng drove directly to the North American branch of Xingfeng Entertainment.
When he got there, Fatty Ou was in the general manager's office with dark circles under his eyes.
It can be seen that the fat man was finally entrusted with an important task by Chen Feng. The fat man has the mentality of a scholar dying for his confidant, and he will fight tooth and nail.
Chen Feng didn't know what kind of words he had said to Fatty in the illusory timeline.
But when he saw the fat man looking so exhausted, he gave him a decisive and stern warning, "Fat man, I'm not telling you. If you continue like this, your life will be in danger. You have to relax."
Fatty Ou: "But I don't want to disappoint you, Master."
Chen Feng shook his head: "The meaning of your existence is only based on yourself. So you only need to be responsible for yourself, and you don't care whether I am disappointed or not. When you only sang folk songs all your life and did not go back to harm Ouhe Group, you have already established
Great job. This time, if you want to make more progress, I support you. But I don’t want you to..."
As he spoke, Chen Feng could no longer speak.
The fat man asked: "Am I the first to die?"
Chen Feng didn't answer, but he neither shook his head nor nodded.
"Anyway, I have to give you a death order. Within three months, you must lose thirty kilograms in weight and reduce your body fat percentage to a healthy level. Otherwise, you will go back to Hanzhou to sing."
Chen Feng finally figured it out.
A fat man cannot exert his subjective initiative and must use force to suppress his obesity in order to cure his obesity.
The fat man looked bitter and said, "Don't."
"I don't accept refutation. The one who gives you orders is the leader of human civilization, you know? What is a leader? That is, he means what he says and what he means. It's appropriate."
