The light from the lightning was fleeting.

Lin Xian stood up abruptly, took two steps back, his heart racing!

How could there be someone hiding in this office!

The moment he saw the high heels and earrings… Lin Xian really thought Zhao Yingjun was the one lying in wait! He had even imagined the trap scenario set up by the Genius Club!

It was a bait!

But… when he clearly saw the woman's face, Lin Xian instantly realized that this woman was not Zhao Yingjun.

Not only was her figure more curvaceous than Zhao Yingjun's, but she was also significantly older.

Although Lin Xian couldn't accurately judge her age, she was at least thirty years old, a completely different kind of maturity and charm compared to Zhao Yingjun, who was 24.

Lin Xian didn't see the details of her features clearly, only feeling that she was very beautiful, but the most impressive thing for Lin Xian was her eyes—

Crystal blue pupils.

It was an indescribable color.

Not like human eyes.

Too deep, like melted colored glass, seemingly flowing.

Confirming that it wasn't Zhao Yingjun, Lin Xian inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.

In any case, meeting a stranger in this place was much more reassuring than meeting someone he knew, at least… it wasn't as terrifying.

But the problem was…

Zhao Yingjun had set such a difficult-to-guess password and repeatedly emphasized that only the two of them knew it.

How did this strange woman enter this office?

The woman's appearance was too sudden, and Lin Xian couldn't figure out her purpose, whether she was friend or foe.

So he didn't speak.

Just stared intently at the woman on the sofa.

…

Outside the window.

The sound of rain pounding against the window weakened.

As the raindrops gradually thinned, the curtain of rain crawling on the glass slowly slid down…

The clouds cleared.

The crescent moon, hidden behind for a long time, finally poked out half of its bright surface, casting the bright moonlight diagonally into the office… shining on the woman's rhythmically swaying high heels.

"Looking for this?"

Seeing that Lin Xian didn't speak, the woman picked up a dark red invitation from the sofa next to her and waved it casually in the air.

The invitation was in a semi-folded state, and the loose-leaf pages opened and closed like a river clam as the woman waved it.

No wax seal.

Lin Xian could clearly see the five gold-stamped characters on the back of the invitation, faintly visible in the diffuse moonlight.

The woman's body and appearance were still in the darkness, and the moonlight shifted slowly, only shining from the woman's high heels to the corner of her clothes draped on the sofa…

Lin Xian didn't know the woman's purpose.

But it was obvious…

This woman seemed to know a lot about him.

He had never met this woman, but this woman knew his name.

He didn't say anything, but this woman knew very well that he was here for the Genius Club invitation.

How did she know that he would come to steal a peek at the invitation today?

"Don't be so nervous, Lin Xian, I'm not your enemy."

The woman smiled and casually tossed the invitation in her hand.

The invitation slid through the air in an arc, hit the back of Zhao Yingjun's monitor, and fell on the edge of the desk.

"This invitation is fake."

Lin Xian was just about to reach out to take it when the woman's deep voice came from the sofa:

"I put it at the front desk."

"Fake?"

Lin Xian looked at the woman in the moonlight:

"Then what was the purpose of putting it there?"

"To let you see it and pique your interest."

The woman put down her crossed legs and leaned sideways on the sofa:

"The real Genius Club invitation isn't something that can be obtained so easily. But it's not that difficult either, at least for you… it's not that difficult."

"Then I'm sorry, your plan seems to have failed," Lin Xian replied:

"I have no interest in joining the Genius Club, and I don't even have a good impression of it."

"You're already out of your control…"

The woman leaned forward, looking at Lin Xian in the darkness he couldn't see through:

"Lin Xian, you can choose to circle in the mysteries and whirlpools for the rest of your life, you can keep treading in place like this, you can drift with the tide like an ant. But you can't avoid being drawn into it… History is like this, you can't resist it, and you can't avoid it."

"To find the answer to all of this… the easiest way is to obtain a real Genius Club invitation."

"Why should I believe you?" Lin Xian walked into the moonlight, closer to the woman:

"Listening to you, the Genius Club seems to be a righteous organization?"

"That's for you to understand and judge for yourself," the woman said calmly.

"Then I can also choose not to understand or judge."

Lin Xian smiled and spread his hands:

"Actually, most of these things have nothing to do with me, why should I cause trouble?"

"If you don't cause trouble, trouble will come to you. Maybe you haven't noticed it yet… but your cat-and-mouse game has already begun." The woman stood up from the sofa.

She walked lightly towards Lin Xian by the window, passed Zhao Yingjun's desk, stretched out two fingers to pick up the dark red invitation, and walked into the moonlight.

The crystal blue eyes brightened again in the moonlight… in an instant, these eyes were close at hand.

The dark red invitation was pressed against his chest, and Lin Xian reached out to catch it.

"I'll be waiting for you at the Genius Club."

The woman's smile was very charming, and the fragrance on her body rippled through Lin Xian's nose:

"Don't keep me waiting too long."

With that said.

The woman turned and left. Her smooth hair swept across Lin Xian's cheek, particularly sweet in this office full of damp, rusty smells…

The scent of white camellias.

Lin Xian took another breath.

This smell… although it was slightly different from CC's scent, it was indeed the scent of white camellias.

"What exactly is your purpose?"

"I can't tell you."

"How can I get a real invitation?"

"Can't say."

Lin Xian chuckled and threw the invitation in his hand on the table:

"Since you're not willing to tell me anything, then you can wait a lifetime at the Genius Club."

"It's not that I don't want to tell you, Lin Xian."

The woman stopped and turned her head:

"I can't say."

"Actually, you're very close to the answer… instead of asking questions here and there, why not go back and think carefully about the laws of space-time?"

"The laws of space-time are much more important and much stricter than you think, almost all the answers are hidden in the laws of space-time… but for now, your understanding of the laws of space-time is still too shallow."

"Especially the law of space-time elasticity… it's such a crucial law, why not use your brain a little more and think about it again?"

…

Listening to the woman's words, Lin Xian once again felt the loss of security.

The term "space-time elasticity" was clearly invented, created, and summarized by himself.

Clearly no one had ever said it.

But this woman knew it so clearly.

"Who exactly are you?" Lin Xian squinted his eyes, looking at her back.

"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind…" the woman smiled and reached out to open the password door:

"Next time we meet, just call me Huang Que (oriole)."

Bang!

The heavy password door closed tightly.

The moonlight outside the window finally broke through the clouds, and the entire sheet of frost shone in.

The breathing electronic clock on the desk jumped, and Lin Xian looked down at the time—

00:42

First Volume Huang Que, To be continued…