Chen Feng had numerous conjectures about his age inheritance.

Sometimes he was optimistic, and sometimes he was pessimistic.

Many scientists had done countless tests on him, but no one could come to a definite conclusion.

For the galactic humans whose life spans are extended to three to five hundred years at most, and more than two hundred years at least, the commonly used methods of bone age measurement, DNA testing, somatic cell half-life testing, and stem cell division frequency 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, and then transformed and assimilated it.

But in the ninth timeline, he was reshaped on the basis of his own corpse.

In addition, in the first eight timelines, he only lived for one year each time, and even if there were discrepancies, the difference was only one or two days.

Compared with the lifespan of humans in the galaxy, which was more than 200 years, he didn't care about the discrepancy of only eight years.

But this time something unexpected happened.

He inherited his own body and lived in the 31st century in physical form for 104 years.

Even though his lifespan was much longer than that of ordinary people, it could be observed with the naked eye that he was indeed "old".

"A lot of things happened this time, right?"

Zhong Lei asked softly.

Chen Feng smiled and replied, "Yes, there are a lot of things. We are doing quite well."

"I won't ask you about the details. You have your own plans. Go wash up first, and then come to have breakfast."

"Okay."

Zhong Lei seemed to know that he needed to be alone. Although she had a lot of questions in her mind, she kept them in her heart and sent him to wash up.

After closing the door of the bathroom, Chen Feng looked at himself in the mirror.

He couldn't remember when he last looked in the mirror. It was too long ago.

His hairstyle was exactly the same as before he left, and his face shape had not changed much, but there was a sense of old age in his eyebrows.

His skin looked darker than before, and his pores were a little larger.

There are a few crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, but if you don't look closely, you can't see them.

His appearance at this time is similar to that of a well-maintained 30-year-old middle-aged man in this era, and he can even participate in the selection of the top ten young people.

With the average lifespan of the galactic human being approaching 300 years, his 138 years old is only equivalent to 35 years old in the 21st century.

Now his gene awakening has reached 50%, making him a perfect galactic human.

Although there is no lifespan detection method in the 31st century, Chen Feng speculates based on past experience that he now has a chance to live to 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 would take another two or three hundred years for him to gradually show his true old age.

Chen Feng estimated that he still had about three hundred years to live in this timeline.

He thought this was good.

Before, he looked too young to be a "successful person", but now he really has the flavor of a mature man.

To be honest, his changes are not as obvious as before, and 99% of the people in the world may not be able to see it. It's just that the first person he met after he came back was his bedmate Zhong Lei, and Zhong Lei's observation ability was too sharp.

Chen Feng is not usually a narcissistic person, but this time he looked in the mirror for a full five minutes.

He was seriously analyzing the current situation.

Since it has been proven that the age of my physical body in the 31st century can be inherited, it means that my initial judgment was a major mistake.

I don't have thousands of chances to squander.

In the 31st century, the closer I am to success, the closer I am to true death, and even the ability to travel through time and space.

There is a safe way, that is, after each time I go over, I will decisively cut my own throat and die early and be reborn early.

This seems to be a solution, but Chen Feng has now realized his importance to the human beings in the 31st century.

If human beings want to successfully overcome the dual threats of super civilization and compound eyes, they need not only technology, but also iron will and absolutely unified execution.

In other words, human beings in the 31st century must be led by a great leader, that is, he himself.

He has no choice.

Therefore, Chen Feng began to have a real sense of urgency.

Maybe the next time will be the last time.

Chen Feng thought of the hidden knot in his heart when he wandered in 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 gamble.

In the end, he waited for Xiaofu's countless achievements, the grand unified formula, and all the people in the shadow galaxy, and also waited for the technological explosion of mankind to step into the fourth-level civilization.

So he both lost and won the gamble.

If you ask him if he regrets it,

his answer is no.

As a gambler who gambles all in every day, he has long realized that he has paid the price.

Chen Feng stared at the mirror blankly, and then thought seriously for about ten minutes.

He slowly sorted out his thoughts and made a decision.

With the exposure of the truth of age inheritance, in fact, the shortcut for himself and mankind has come to an end.

Then, the next timeline will be both a decisive battle for himself and a decisive battle for mankind.

This time, I will become a truly perfect leader and do everything to the ultimate extreme.

I will personally build humanity into a truly eternal Level 4 civilization, and then watch humanity's footprints touch every corner of the cosmic fiber web.

I, Chen Feng, have this realization, so I will do what I say.

After washing his face with clean water, Chen Feng walked out of the bathroom.

On the dining table were enough sandwiches, burgers, bread and other things for ten people, as well as a large pot of rice porridge.

Zhong Lei was not good at cooking, and she usually didn't touch oil or water with her hands.

When the two of them were just sharing a house, Chen Feng would cook for himself to save some living expenses. Zhong Lei either ordered takeout or ate out, and she had never cooked for herself. It was really difficult for her to make a rich Chinese breakfast.

It was unprecedented for her to get up early and make a simple yet rich breakfast.

Chen Feng did not eat without restraint, but tasted each bite carefully.

Zhong Lei was confused by his behavior, "What? It's not delicious? You can't blame me, I just put the finished product in the oven and the microwave, only the rice porridge was made by me. There should be nothing wrong with the rice porridge, 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 blushed, "Where did you learn such a smooth talk?"

Chen Feng smiled, "I'm not kidding, I'm serious. I will remember every little thing about you. If it weren't for you this time, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to hold on to the end . "

Zhong Lei became interested, "Really? What did I do? Well, it seems like we said not to ask too much, so don't tell me."

Chen Feng shook his head, "It's not that everything can't be told. You wrote a lot of love songs for me, and I have listened to each song at least 100,000 times. It's very touching, and I like it very much."

Zhong Lei was embarrassed, "You are so corny! I can't stand it. Who wants to write love songs for you. Bah!"

Chen Feng: "Hehehe. You are too humble, Zhong Lei. I can say responsibly that your love songs are probably the best love songs in the history of human civilization, and they are also the most influential love songs."

"No more talking, no talking! I don't want to listen!" Zhong Lei covered her ears, but her face was already red.

There are some things that she knows she can do, but when Chen Feng tells her so, she still feels a little shy.

But after a while, she adjusted herself and just rolled her eyes at Chen Feng, "Okay. You act cool in front of me, but after staying with your Tang Tianxin for a long time in the 31st century, you learn to be a smooth talker, right?"

Chen Feng was stunned and shook his head, "No. Alas, I'm really not a smooth talker."

As he said this, he felt a little embarrassed.

Zhong Lei asked cautiously, "This time...she...she still died?"

Chen Feng nodded, "Yes."

"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. It's okay as long as we can laugh   to the end ."

"Then this time...where's your child?"

Chen Feng suddenly remembered Tang Tianxin's two lies, and was suddenly speechless.

"I didn't see it either."

Zhong Lei: "Alas. What a pity." When she said this, she quietly lowered her head to look at her abdomen.   She was probably guessing whether she could succeed.   But she didn't have much hope.   It was so difficult for people in the 31st century to inherit Chen Feng's genes, let alone herself.   Chen Feng cleared his throat twice, "Don't be like this, it's obviously me who is sorry for you, why do you act as if you are particularly guilty. Don't torture me."   Zhong Lei shook her head, "I said, I've let it go a long time ago. 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 times should have different attitudes. We should not use the secular concepts of the 21st century to restrict the behavior of humans in the 31st century."   Chen Feng was stunned, and remembered that during the millennium struggle, the Human Resistance Alliance took many measures to increase the birth rate in order to quickly reproduce the population.   In that thousand years, most women did not have time to get pregnant.   Men had to go to war, and so did women.   But people are particularly open to the combination and matching of artificial embryos. If they meet two people on the road, they will exchange data and think that their respective talents can complement each other, so they will decisively "make an appointment".   This "appointment" is not a real one-time thing, but to submit application reports at the same time, and the Population Reproduction Department will naturally retrieve the frozen gene bank for matching.   After breakfast, Chen Feng personally drove Zhong Lei to Mason College.   In another week, she will complete her studies here, and the two will be able to return home.   Watching Zhong Lei enter the corridor, Chen Feng turned around and was about to get in the car, but he received a call from Zhong Lei.   Zhong Lei: "Okay, you're right."   Chen Feng: "What?"   "I got up very early this morning. I woke up after five 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.   Chen Feng was stunned and laughed, "Let me guess what the song is called? It's called "Happiness to the Nth Power", right?"   "You're a slacker!"   "Hahahaha! I won't tell you, or you'll have to sing it for me again. I won't go to class today, and I'll come up with the basic melody and lyrics myself. You are not allowed to call me before I finish."   Chen Feng said quickly: "Wait, I have one more thing."   "What is it?"   "Did Lesna teach you yodeling recently?"   "You know this too?"

"In the history of the previous timeline, people who have reached your and my level actually have no privacy. Others even want to find out what color underwear I wear every day."

"Okay, that's terrible. I feel weird, but also a little proud."

Chen Feng chuckled, "Then let's try yodeling some other day?"

Zhong Lei was puzzled, "Do we need to make an appointment for this? Wait, are you thinking about something weird?"

"Guess."

"Goodbye."

Zhong Lei on the other side said, and hung up the phone.

Chen Feng, on his side, felt a little refreshed.

Before the galactic explosion, he, who had lost 99% of his emotions, used logic to analyze the pros and cons, and occasionally thought about the situation after returning.

At that time, he had doubts, worried that he had been a machine with almost no emotions for too long, and it would be difficult to adapt to modern life when he returned to the 21st century. He would become extremely indifferent, so that others would feel distant.

But facts proved that he was worrying too much.

I, Chen Feng, am still the boy I used to be. It's still fun to flirt with the female version of Beethoven.

Chen Feng drove straight to the North American branch of Xingfeng Entertainment.

When he got there, Fatty O was in the general manager's office with dark circles under his eyes.

It can be seen that after being entrusted with an important task by Chen Feng, Fatty has a mentality of dying for his confidant.

Chen Feng does not know what he has said to Fatty in the virtual timeline.

But when he saw the fat man's exhausted look, he resolutely warned him, "Fatty, I'm not saying anything bad about you. If you continue like this, your life will be in danger. You have to know when to relax and work hard."

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 don't care whether I am disappointed or not. When you only sang folk songs all your life and didn't go back to cause trouble to the Ouhe Group, you have already made a great contribution. This time, you want to make more progress, I support you. But I don't want you to..."

As he was talking, Chen Feng couldn't speak.

Fatty asked: "Am I still the first to die?"

Chen Feng didn't answer, but he didn't shake his head or nod.

"Anyway, I have to give you a death order. Within three months, you must lose thirty kilograms 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.

He cannot give full play to the subjective initiative of the fat man. He must be suppressed by force to cure his obesity.

The fat man looked bitter, "No."

"No objection. The one who gave you the order is the leader of human civilization, you know? What is a leader? It means that his words are followed. Definitely."

Chen Feng said half seriously and half jokingly.