Chapter 95: Lin Dajun and Lin Xiaolu (Please subscribe, please give monthly votes)

Ignoring the two people staring wide-eyed at each other over there, Lin Xiuyuan immediately turned around and closed The Gate.

He then quickly walked back to the control console and set the door lock to "Individual Member Use Only," terrified that something might go wrong.

Only after finishing this did he turn his head to look at the two people in the room.

The Lin Yun'er from 2025, that is, "Lin Dajun," had originally been sitting on a high stool in front of the bar.

But when she saw clearly the Lin Yun'er from 2013 standing at the entrance, that is, "Lin Xiaolu," she stood up abruptly.

Gazing at that "self" who had walked in from outside the door, her pupils trembled violently, as if she had stepped into thin air and been dragged into an indescribable abyss of the unknown.

The other party also stopped at the entrance, looking at her in confusion, standing frozen on the spot as if struck by an electric current.

The face was exactly the same, the figure was exactly the same, and even the suspicion and alertness in their eyes were like looking into a mirror.

The air seemed to solidify in an instant, and a strange sense of temporal displacement suddenly permeated the room.

"Th-this..."

After Lin Dajun stared over there for a few moments, she subconsciously took a step back, nearly bumping into the bar behind her.

Over there, Lin Xiaolu's thoughts exploded like lightning; those absurd conjectures that had been in her mind a few days ago while writing questions for Lin Xiuyuan were now rushing into her reality like a hundred-meter tsunami.

It was just that her shocked gaze was not directed at Lin Dajun, but at Lin Xiuyuan.

"She is you from 2025."

Lin Xiuyuan, being stared at, spoke with a smile.

As he walked out from behind the bar, he looked at Lin Dajun beside the bar counter, "And the one at the door is you from 2013. If you still can't figure it out, then I really have no way to explain it."

He then walked toward Lin Xiaolu at the entrance and lifted his chin with a smile, "How about it? Are you satisfied with the teacher I've invited for you?"

"My future self? Why don't you just say the other person is a time-traveling superhero."

Lin Xiaolu replied alertly, her tone full of disbelief, her vigilance not diminished in the slightest.

This explanation and setup were simply too absurd; rather than believing the other person was her future self, she would rather think this was some fan's full-face plastic surgery prank.

In fact, a similar thought had also flashed into Lin Dajun's mind.

Because Lin Xiuyuan had mentioned to her before that there were two fans, one who looked like Jessica and one who looked like herself—

But this "fan" in front of her was just too similar.

She looked at Lin Xiaolu, that mint-green dress, the smooth, shoulder-length hair, and a face still carrying the clarity and childishness unique to youth.

Standing there at the entrance, she seemed like a sudden phantom from an old dream.

And at this moment, Lin Xiaolu was also sizing up Lin Dajun.

That face, that figure, were exactly the same as her own.

It was just that there were some fine lines at the corners of her eyes, and her gaze hid a deep, heavy exhaustion and the stories of the past.

As their gazes collided in the air, the entire Tavern seemed to fall silent in an instant, with only the sound of their rapid heartbeats echoing in their chests.

The lights flickered, casting mottled shadows on two faces that were similar yet clearly different.

At this moment, the younger Lin Xiaolu was the first to break the silence, seemingly having a faster capacity for acceptance, "Wait, Lin Xiuyuan, you said the person opposite is my future self, then what is my future like? Not talking about the long term, just next year,

what will happen to me next year."

"Next year, Xiuyan unnie will leave the group; we won't make it to the ten-year promise, and on the stage of our once-dreamed-of Tokyo Dome,

one figure will be missing."

Lin Dajun slowly stepped forward, the shock on her expression gradually fading, much calmer than before.

She walked to Lin Xiuyuan's side, stood shoulder-to-shoulder with him, and said softly, "If you really are, as Xiuyuan said,

the me from 2013, then congratulations; under my guidance, you will obtain a perfect future."

"Still don't believe it."

Lin Xiuyuan looked at Lin Dajun who had come to his side, then looked at Lin Xiaolu opposite, a smile playing on his lips.

"How can I believe this? It's too much of a fantasy."

Although Lin Xiaolu said this, her heart had already begun to waver.

Lin Dajun also muttered in a low voice, "You say it so lightly."

But even if her tone was indifferent, her eyes never moved from Lin Xiaolu; the slightly trembling light in those pupils had long since betrayed the turmoil in her heart.

And Lin Xiaolu, on the other side, was thinking about that previous statement, all the thoughts from the past few days swirling and intersecting in her mind.

The familiar words "leaving the group" and "Tokyo Dome" made her look up at Lin Xiuyuan again, "So that Hypothetical Scenario you told me about before isn't actually a hypothesis at all, but a reality about to happen?"

"What scenario?" Lin Dajun also looked at Lin Xiuyuan.

Being watched by a pair of 'twins' like this, Lin Xiuyuan was under some pressure, so he said, "Why don't we sit down and talk first? It's a bit tiring to stand, isn't it?"

Lin Dajun and Lin Xiaolu exchanged a glance, then followed Lin Xiuyuan's lead, moving to the three sides of the U-shaped sofa; Lin Xiuyuan sat in the innermost spot, with one on each side facing each other.

Afterward, he explained to Lin Dajun the ins and outs of how he had originally tricked Lin Xiaolu, not expecting that by a stroke of luck, it had actually allowed her to successfully pass the audition for writer Jin Enshu's The Heirs.

At the same time, he confessed the truth about that video to Lin Xiaolu: the person who filmed it was Lin Dajun, and it was only to hide her identity that she used AI to swap her face and voice.

After the explanation, the people on both sides of the sofa fell into silence simultaneously.

Seeing the two in silence, Lin Xiuyuan stood up to break the deadlock, "I'll go get you something to drink. What would you like?"

Lin Dajun looked up at him, "Whiskey, please."

Lin Xiaolu was startled upon hearing this, but her inner pride made her give the same answer, "Whiskey, please."

"Are you sure you can drink it? Don't get drunk after one sip."

As her past self, Lin Dajun knew better than anyone the alcohol tolerance of this Bambi in front of her.

Beer or sake would be one thing, but ordering a whiskey was a guaranteed drunk, so she couldn't help but make a sharp-tongued remark.

She had completely forgotten that although this Bambi was young, her ability to be sharp-tongued was not lacking in the slightest.

Thus, in the next second, Lin Xiaolu's retort came back, "I think whether I can drink it isn't the big problem; whether I can grow is the big problem. I didn't expect that after more than ten years, it's still this flat. If that's really the case, it looks like I'll have to drink more papaya."

*Cough, cough~*

Lin Xiuyuan, who was cutting ice cubes over at the bar, choked and coughed, then hurriedly lowered his head to continue with his work.

Lin Dajun looked down at herself, feeling helpless and amused.

After eating lunch with Lin Xiuyuan, she had returned to her Apartment for a short nap, but suddenly remembering what Lin Xiuyuan had said before heading out to run errands, she changed her clothes.

A short white sports tank top outlined her firm shoulder lines and slender waist, paired with high-waisted military green cargo pants.

The hem of the tank top fell just below her ribs, revealing a patch of clean, flat abdomen, and she wore a light blue boyfriend-style shirt over it, left open, casual and languid.

With this outfit and figure, as long as she didn't run into a sharp-tongued person attacking her airport fashion, she was basically in an invincible position.

Fate was just that fair; it just so happened that today she ran into her 2013 self.

"Hey, you..."

The amused Lin Dajun looked at Lin Xiaolu opposite her, wanting to call out the other's name, but for a moment, she actually didn't know how to address her.

Meanwhile, Lin Xiaolu opposite her thought she had won a point and gave her a triumphant look, but quickly restrained it.

Because she suddenly remembered that, according to that guy Lin Xiuyuan, this person seemed to be her teacher.

That was true; her acting career over the next dozen years was indeed better than her own.

Just as Lin Dajun pressed her lips together, wanting to counterattack, Lin Xiuyuan made a timely appearance, placing a glass of whiskey in front of each of them.

He ignored Lin Dajun and just looked at Lin Xiaolu, "Drink slowly; sipping it won't get you drunk too fast."

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The person opposite didn't say anything either, and at the same time, the shame and shock in her heart dissipated quite a bit.

Rationality returned, and the atmosphere began to soften.

A moment later, Lin Dajun, having suddenly thought of something, looked at Lin Xiuyuan, "Xiuyuan, so that girl who looks just like Jessica you mentioned..."

"Mm, that's Zheng Xiuyan."

Lin Xiuyuan, who had sat down, nodded; at this point, there was nothing left to hide.

Hearing this answer, Lin Dajun let out a long breath.

No wonder she couldn't stop thinking about her, no wonder she haunted her dreams; it really was her after all.

Thinking of this, she suddenly laughed out loud, attracting the gazes of both Lin Xiuyuan and Lin Xiaolu.

She didn't care at all, just continued to laugh a few more times, as if finally freed from some kind of obsession.

Lin Xiaolu couldn't empathize with her reaction at all, until Lin Xiuyuan whispered in her ear, "That future group departure was quite a falling out."

Although Lin Xiaolu was young at this time, it didn't mean she didn't understand anything.

With just this sentence, she instantly understood some of the emotions and silence of the version of herself sitting opposite.

The few of them suddenly all fell silent, and the air in the Small Tavern stagnated along with them.

However, this quiet did not last long. Accompanied by the "beep" of the electronic door lock, everyone's gaze turned toward the entrance in unison.

Then they saw Zheng Xiuyan, wearing a black V-neck silk shirt paired with high-waisted light blue denim shorts and an outer white knit cardigan, push open the door and walk in with long strides.

She was still muttering to herself, "Hey, Lin Xiuyuan, why did you call me over here in the middle of the night?

I haven't even showered yet, being in such a rush, if it's not—"

Zheng Xiuyan, who was just about to ask Lin Xiuyuan for a reason, turned her head and saw two Lin Yun'ers standing before her.

Even though she had long known of the existence of the "Time Gate," Zheng Xiuyan still felt her pupils constrict, subconsciously shrank her neck, and drew out her voice, "What is the situation here?"

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Then she turned her head to find Lin Xiuyuan, who was still sitting on the sofa with an innocent smile, and sighed deeply, "Hey, are you crazy? Didn't I tell you we had something to discuss? Just like this, so suddenly?"

"What's there to discuss? Look, isn't this pretty good? They aren't fighting, are they?"

As soon as these words were out, Lin Dajun rolled her eyes, and Lin Xiaolu also pursed her lips and glanced at him.

Zheng Xiuyan, left behind, walked quickly to the sofa, looked around, and then looked at Lin Dajun, "Big YoonA?"

Then she looked at Lin Xiaolu, "Little YoonA?"

Compared to Lin Dajun, Lin Xiaolu was closer to Zheng Xiuyan, so she replied directly, "Unnie, I am the real Lin Yun'er."

Her tone carried a trace of pride and an irrepressible happiness.

As for Lin Dajun opposite her, who had originally wanted to say something, she suddenly smiled at this moment.

Her smile was gentle, her eyes relieved, as if she had reached some kind of reconciliation with herself.