Naming Technique of the Night

Jiang Xue stared at Qing Chen, unable to believe that he needed to be so cautious in the Inner World.

Her life, where she learned how to attach and detach mechanical limbs daily and could easily earn a substantial amount of money, was completely different.

In fact, the reason Jiang Xue felt like Qing Chen was like her younger brother was precisely because he was too mature for his age.

Students like Xu Zimo might treat Qing Chen as a peer, but only those who knew him well, like Jiang Xue and Uncle Li Dong, could understand that the boy had suffered too much, hence an aged heart was hidden beneath his youthful exterior.

Jiang Xue recalled the surge of passion that erupted from Qing Chen back on Laojun Mountain, perhaps that was when Qing Chen was truly himself.

And all this had been carefully unveiled by Uncle Li Dong, who had taken Qing Chen along various paths: to Taboo Land number 002, to the green mountain cliffs, to the boxing gym, to school—all in an effort to gradually awaken that sealed youthful heart of his protégé.

Girls like Xu Zimo might see Qing Chen and feel dazzled by him, but only those who were closer could look at such a Qing Chen and feel a genuine sigh well up within them.

However, Jiang Xue felt that things were starting to get better.

Just like if it had been in the past, Qing Chen probably wouldn't have gone on that trip to Weiyang Lake.

Qing Chen looked at the countdown on his arm.

Time in the world around him seemed to slow down, this intangible substance beginning to thicken in his heart.

When the last second arrived, Qing Chen injected the syringe into his leg without hesitation, without doubt.

Not swiftly, nor slowly.

Everything was just right.

In the instant when time reached zero, the Inner World and the exterior world perfectly aligned.

The world plunged into darkness and then brightened up again.

Only Qing Chen's eyes remained brilliantly shining.

After crossing through, Qing Chen's arm movements didn't stop; the trajectory of the falling syringe aligned perfectly with his actions from seven days ago.

Using his powerful Memory Power, Qing Chen smoothed over the fragmentation that the span of time had brought.

In the living room of Feiyun Courtyard, the woman still wore a Black long dress, sitting quietly opposite Qing Chen, not blinking an eye.

As if blinking would cause her to miss something important.

Li Changqing silently watched Qing Chen until that injection landed firmly on his leg, yet she could not detect the slightest abnormality.

The woman noticed that Qing Chen's expression had not changed at all.

So he wasn't a Time Traveler, Li Changqing thought to herself.

She had seen many Time Travelers, and her intelligence agency had even prepared a report on the mechanics of time traversal, so she was acutely aware of the changes Time Travelers underwent in such an instant:

Their expressions would become stiff, their movements would also freeze, and they would even appear utterly bewildered.

In the process of the world's transformation, Time Travelers would forget what they were doing and what pose they were holding seven days prior.

As a result, most clever Time Travelers have learned to hide away at midnight, where others can't see them or in blind spots out of others' line of sight.

But Li Changqing realized that Qing Chen had not done so. He calmly injected himself in front of her, and the process traversed the threshold of time without any impediment.

Li Changqing might have thousands of suspicions, but in this moment, they were all dispelled.

She looked at Qing Chen.

The anticipated cries of pain did not occur. Instead, she saw Qing Chen clenching his teeth, eyes shut tight as he sat on the couch, the veins in his neck standing out.

Sweat covered his entire body.

"If it hurts, just let it out, Qing Chen," Li Changqing said. "I've sent everyone in Feiyun Courtyard away. I know the Genetic Potion is painful, and no one will laugh at you," Li Changqing said.

She wouldn't have expected the boy to possess such tenacity, to contain even the pain produced by the Genetic Potion.

Such determination it must require.

Yet, Qing Chen's restraint seemed to fit within Li Changqing's understanding of him.

Yet she knew just how painful the Genetic Potion was.

Thus, the more Qing Chen remained silent, the more she felt for him.

"Let it out," said Li Changqing as she tenderly wiped the sweat from Qing Chen's brow.

But Qing Chen couldn't cry out; he was silently counting the seconds in his mind, contemplating how to endure these five hours.

These were probably the longest five hours of his life—too exhausting to perform.

For this reason, he had even asked Nan Gengchen to inquire from Liu Dezhu what the exact reactions were to an injection of the Genetic Potion.

If it wasn't for someone in the organization who had already undergone the process, Qing Chen would find it difficult to pretend.

He wondered how Li Changqing would react when she found out that he had been acting today…

Gradually, the five hours passed by. Li Changqing repeatedly changed the towels, with no servants to help; she attended to him personally, wetting the towels in hot water and wiping Qing Chen's forehead.

In Li Changqing's memory, she hadn't done such menial tasks by hand since she left Li's School.

Qing Chen opened his eyes and said weakly, "Much better now, thank you."

Li Changqing instinctively checked the time—it had been five hours, no mistake.

During that period, Qing Chen hadn't opened his eyes once, nor had he looked at the clock.

She thought that if Qing Chen was pretending, he couldn't have timed it so precisely.

Indeed, the Genetic Potion did bring one back to normal immediately after five hours, with no lingering effects.

In truth, Li Changqing still had her guard up against Qing Chen.

Moreover, this guard wasn't a recent development.

For someone in her position, she would contemplate the intentions of anyone who suddenly appeared in her sight.