Chapter 1245: Chapter 59 Equality (Monthly Ticket Bonus!)_4

“If I were really infected with the virus, unable to hibernate… Does that mean I wouldn’t want to live anymore? After all, this virus doesn’t have any other side effects, it doesn’t impact health in any way. I’ll just stay in that era and keep rolling with it… It’s not really something entirely hopeless.”

Lin Xian listened in silence.

Indeed.

He had just thought of this himself.

This is also Gauss’s most clever aspect.

He uses the virus to achieve his goal, but makes people completely indifferent to the virus itself. Just like that… subtly, silently, he brings the ultimate equality of life and death to human society.

But.

His situation right now isn’t the same…

He had just promised Chu Shanhe that he would bring Chu Anqing back;

Yet he had also promised Zhao Yingjun that he absolutely wouldn’t leave Yu Xi this time, that he would stay and watch her grow up.

On top of that, Zhao Yingjun had repeatedly told him that history doesn’t blame those who are powerless, but if one possesses the ability to save everything, then they must shoulder the responsibility and duty, doing what ordinary people cannot, becoming a qualified leader, a qualified savior.

So now… what should he do?

[Save Chu Anqing and humanity’s future] or [Stay by Yingjun and Yu Xi for a happy life]

Which one.

Should he choose?

Boom!!!!!

Boom!!!!!

Boom!!!!!

At 00:42, blinding white light obliterated everything, evaporating all within sight in an instant.

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In the guest bedroom, Lin Xian opened his eyes.

He quickly got up and looked at the electronic clock on the nightstand:

April 11, 2025, 00:42.

Another day had passed.

There were only… six days left until the outbreak of Gauss’s virus.

He walked out of the guest room, entered the living room, and sat down on the sofa.

But then he noticed.

Zhao Yingjun was coming out of the kitchen, carrying a cup of hot milk, which she gently placed on the coffee table in front of him.

“Why haven’t you gone to sleep yet?” Lin Xian asked with concern.

“How could I not sleep?”

Zhao Yingjun smiled:

“I already slept for a while and was kicked awake by your daughter.”

She touched her swollen belly, her face full of loving affection:

“Lately, Yu Xi’s movements have been very strong, and she’s most lively at night every day. Seems like… she can’t wait to come out and meet her mom and dad.”

“After she kicked me awake, I checked the time and saw it was almost 00:42. I knew you’d be waking up soon, so I went to the restroom and then brought you some hot milk from the kitchen.”

“But… what’s going on with you today?”

Zhao Yingjun tilted her head in confusion, looking at Lin Xian, who seemed different as he sat on the sofa:

“Usually when you wake up from the guest room, you go straight to the study to summarize and analyze. Why are you in the living room today? Could it be… the progress in the dream isn’t going well? Did that washed-up novelist Maima restore her memories?”

Lin Xian chuckled a little, covering his forehead:

“How should I say this… All I could recall were her scattered past failures. Her editor said she’d traveled here 200 years ago to write novels.”

Pfft–

Zhao Yingjun couldn’t help but laugh:

“What a line, that’s truly cutting.”

“I was originally planning to share this good news with you tomorrow, but since you’re already awake, I’ll tell you now so you can be a little happier.”

“What is it?” Lin Xian lifted his head.

“It’s about her birthday~”

Zhao Yingjun smiled brightly:

“Don’t you want to know your daughter’s birthday?”

“The doctor gave me a full check-up today. Yu Xi is incredibly healthy, developing very well, and her position is perfect. There’s absolutely no problem with a normal delivery–she truly is an angel baby.”

“What’s more, during the check-up today, they were able to calculate her exact delivery date.”

Zhao Yingjun scooted closer, sitting beside Lin Xian on the sofa.

She took his hand, placing it on her rounded belly:

“Can you feel her? She just kicked me again–she really can’t wait to meet us.”

“The delivery date…”

Lin Xian swallowed his saliva:

“What day is it?”

“Hehe, it’s a little sooner than what you calculated before.”

Zhao Yingjun smiled softly and said gently:

“April 17. That’s… our daughter’s birthday.”