Pop!
Yang snapped his fingers.
"I got it!"
"You got it again?"
"As long as someone in your dream looks exactly like someone you've met in real life, you can 100% prove that your dream is false!"
"Are you a repeating machine that traveled back from five minutes ago?"
Dr. Liu smiled and nodded at Yang.
"You understand it correctly."
"If we dream of someone, let's call them person A, and this person A actually exists in reality, then all we need to do is compare their words and actions, analyze the rationality of their behavior, and we can immediately determine that the dream is false."
"It's not a difficult thing to do. Yang, when you go back, you can help Linxian verify this. I believe we'll quickly cure Linxian's psychological problem."
Yang patted Linxian on the shoulder, chuckling.
"Bro, although I really hope your dream is real... But if we can completely get rid of your demons this time and stop you from acting weird all the time, that's also a good thing."
"I hope so."
After a few more words, Linxian and Yang left Dr. Liu's office.
...
"How was it, Linxian? Wasn't the 3000 yuan worth it?"
After leaving, Yang grinned.
"I told you, she's an authority figure! We were messing around trying to figure it out, and we couldn't find a convincing way... Dr. Liu just snapped out your problem like that!"
Linxian smiled helplessly.
"It's hard to say. I can only say that having money is great."
Even if he hadn't come to see this psychologist, he would eventually remove CC's mask.
Yang glanced at the Longines watch he just bought.
"Let's go, let's grab a bite to eat and chat."
The two left the villa.
They took a taxi to a barbecue restaurant they often visited.
They ordered some skewers and beer, sat down, and started eating.
After a few drinks, they felt warm.
Yang talked about the weird customers he encountered today when selling cars, while Linxian thought about how to remove CC's mask.
At the moment, he actually had many ways to convince CC.
He was confident about that.
CC harbored no hostility towards him. With good communication, getting her to take off the mask wouldn't be a big problem.
Of course.
The premise was that he couldn't bring along that teammate of his, Big Face Cat!
With that guy around... even the perfect plan could be ruined.
"I need to find a way to distract Big Face Cat..."
Linxian took a bite of the lamb skewer, but couldn't figure out how to distract Big Face Cat.
Hmm.
Hmm!
"Hmm!!!!" "Huh?"
Yang's shout brought Linxian's thoughts back to reality.
"Why are you shouting so loud?"
Yang frowned, pointing at Linxian with a piece of fish tofu.
"I was talking to you, were you even listening?"
"What did you say?"
"I said! The lunar New Year is coming in two months, and next year is our fifth anniversary since high school graduation. Shouldn't we organize a class reunion to catch up? After all, everyone has graduated from college, and it's been many years since we've seen each other."
"Oh, about that."
Linxian picked up his chopsticks and picked out a few peanuts.
When he was considering how to remove CC's mask, he indeed hadn't listened to Yang.
"You were the class monitor, so you should decide."
Despite Yang's poor academic performance, he was good at dealing with people. Therefore, he had good relationships with his classmates and had high prestige. He was almost unanimously elected class monitor throughout high school.
One had to admit that Yang might indeed be a management talent. He had done a good job as class monitor for three years in high school, a fact that was well recognized by their classmates. Everyone listened to Yang and supported his work.
"I wonder if everyone would be willing to come..."
Yang sighed as he rubbed his stomach.
"I've read novels before, and they say that at class reunions, those who didn't do well feel embarrassed to come, while those who did well come to show off, and then they get slapped in the face by some Dragon King or something and it ends awkwardly. It's been five years since we've seen each other, and I don't know how everyone's doing now. Anyway, no matter what, at least everyone's doing better than me, haha! Even I, a car salesman at a 4S dealership, dare to come and organize a class reunion... I don't think anyone would be too embarrassed to come, right?"
Linxian continued to chew on his lamb skewer.
"Who knows, it's hard to say."
"If we're talking about how things were in high school, it shouldn't be like those novels... But it's been five years, and who knows how society has changed everyone? "
"If you really want to organize it, go ahead. We'll have as many people as we have. I'll definitely come and support you."
Linxian took a sip of beer and looked at Yang.
"The most troublesome thing is... do you have everyone's WeChat? How do we notify everyone?"
"QQ group, you old-fashioned hat!"
Yang looked at Linxian disdainfully.
"How long have you been working? And you threw away QQ? We had a class group in high school! Although nobody has talked in it for several years."
"Oh, I haven't logged in for a long time indeed."
Linxian lowered his head and continued to eat the skewer.
During college, he occasionally used QQ. But after graduating and working, he hadn't logged in even once. He hadn't even downloaded the QQ app on his phone.
"Haha, speaking of QQ, Linxian, I remembered your pretentious past."
Yang put down his glass, wiped the foam from his mouth, and laughed.
"It was back in elementary school, right? I remember that. At that time, everyone just started using QQ, everyone had a nine-digit QQ number, and everyone wanted to get a custom avatar by getting the sun to come out."
"But you! You got a QQ number with only eight digits from somewhere! And it already had the sun! You changed your avatar every day and were acting cool to the max! I chased after you to ask where you got the eight-digit QQ number from, but you refused to tell me!"
Thinking back, Linxian couldn't help but laugh.
That was indeed the case.
Yang brought it up, and Linxian had almost forgotten about it.
"That was from my cousin from my hometown."
Linxian took a bite of the fish tofu.
"He came to my house to play, and he gave me an unused QQ number."
"Their generation started using QQ very early. At that time, you could easily get a seven- or eight-digit QQ number, and there were even six-digit QQ numbers. "
This cousin from his hometown left a deep impression on Linxian.
It seemed like he was some kind of aristocrat in the kill-matt circle, with a QQ space that was extremely cool, filled with all sorts of kill-matt special effects.
Although Linxian didn't catch the last train of the kill-matt trend.
But back then, this eight-digit QQ number indeed made him stand out. In his peer circle, it was an unparalleled asset for acting cool, truly something...
Bang!
Linxian slammed his glass on the table, and foam flew everywhere.
"Linxian, are you crazy?" Yang dodged to the side, shaking off the foam on his clothes, glaring at Linxian!
However, Linxian didn't even have the mood to pay attention to him.
He looked at the gradually dissolving foam in the glass, as if he had just woken up from a dream.
Eight... digits...
Eight digits.
He thought of the eight password dials on the safe.
"So that's it..."