The origin of the heavens chat group

Chapter 45 Time Scale
Lingdong, Galaxy Hotel.

Yu Huan opened his eyes from the bed, and his eyes drifted to the clock on the wall.

22:21
There is not much difference from entering the creative space before.

Then take out your phone to check the date.

Nov. 9102, 5

Just at the end of the third division game.

"It seems that if I stay in the created world, even if one day passes, it will only be a moment in the real world?"

Yu Huan thought secretly.

At this time, Xiaobing's private chat came from my mind.

It's okay if he doesn't look at it.

After opening it, Yu Huan didn't know what to say.

In just a few seconds, Xiaoice has already sent several messages.

XiaoIce: "Report on the first day, XiaoIce answered 1 questions for Fanlou and 2543 unanswered questions. The world is developing normally..."

XiaoIce: "Report on the first day, XiaoIce answered 2 questions for Fanlou and 1951 unanswered questions. The world is developing normally..."

Xiaobing: "..."

"..."

Yu Huan is starting to regret now why Xiaobing was asked to regularly report on the development of his world.

This time flow rate difference is too big...

According to the reporting speed of Xiaoice, there are thousands of messages to read in a day.

If he reported it once a day, he would have to go crazy.

Yu Huan: "Stop for a moment, the time flow between the two worlds is too fast, I have only passed here for a moment, and you have sent me reports for several days."

Yu Huan quickly sent a message to stop Xiaobing from swiping the screen quickly.

XiaoIce: "The group owner can record the interval of each XiaoIce message over there, and XiaoIce can calculate the time flow rate ratio later."

Yu Huan thought for a while, and now he can only rely on Xiaobing's computing power.

Who made the game of the chat group, and did not give the ratio of the time between the two worlds.

Yu Huan: "Well, then you post it every other day, and I'll record it with my phone."

Xiaobing: "By the time the group leader replied to this passage, Xiaobing had been here for half a day."

Yu Huan did not reply to this message, he took out his mobile phone to record the time.

Soon, Xiaobing sent a new message.

XiaoIce: "Report on the 6th day, XiaoIce did not answer the question of Fan Tower today, please concentrate on recording."

Yu Huan quickly pressed the stopwatch on the phone and started recording.

Time flies.

Xiaoice: "Report on the 7th day, please stop recording."

With the arrival of Xiaoice's new news, Yu Huan stopped recording.

The stopwatch on the phone happened to stop at 9 seconds.

9 second?

It seems that the time flow is really fast, but the faster the time flow, as long as it is not too fast, Yu Huan will be very happy.

Because this means that, in a short time, the world of No Game Life will be on the right track.

Yu Huan: "There should be about 9 seconds between the two messages."

Although the memory may not be accurate, but in general it is not bad for those few milliseconds.

Xiaoice: "There are 86 seconds in a day. Excluding the slight difference recorded by the group owner, Xiaoice sends a message to the group owner about every 400 seconds."

Xiaobing: "Finally, I came to the conclusion that if one day passes in the world where the group owner lives, tens of thousands of years will pass in the world where Xiaobing lives."

Yu Huan began to think about it, the speed of time was far beyond his expectation.

The time flow ratio of reality and creation world——

1:10000
In other words, according to the development concept that the game life world will gradually go on the right track after a million years.

The real world is at least a few months away...

This time flow rate is quite slow for both sides, but it is acceptable.

After all, the creation of the world cannot be completed overnight. With the speed of time, at least Yu Huan can not wait for the development of the created world.

"This time flow rate is acceptable. When the game life is on the right track, the immortal test will almost be over."

Yu Huan said that this is okay, and when the pressure of the third year of high school is gone, he will have more time to focus on this aspect of creation.

Yu Huan: "Xiaobing, in the future, you can report to me once every 1000 years. This is more appropriate."

One message in 1000 years, compared with the real world, that is, one message in more than two hours, and a total of 10 messages in a day.

The purpose of doing this not only allows Yu Huan to keep an eye on the development of the world, but also greatly relieves his pressure.

Xiaobing: "Good group leader."

Yu Huan: "Excuse me, if you are bored, you can chat with me, although you may have to wait for a long time if I send a message."

Xiaobing: "Don't worry, the group owner, Xiaoice will not be bored. By the way, the group owner, a new smart program has been born in the chat group, please use it by yourself."

Yu Huan: "Okay."

After Yu Huan simply replied a message, he quit the private chat.

Then enter the origin chat group.

"Why is my chat group so cold..."

Before going to sleep, Yu Huan glanced at the chat records subconsciously.

The most recent chats were all a few days ago.

This means that, if calculated according to the time ratio between the creation space and the outside world, then Pangu has not sent a message for at least tens of thousands of years.

Being able to survive tens of thousands of years of loneliness with conscious existence, I have to say that he is worthy of a generation of great gods.

Yu Huan didn't have the idea of ​​bubbling, anyway, there are only three people in this chat group, and they can't talk about anything fancy.

"Still can't invite newcomers..."

Looking at the invitation options, Yu Huan felt depressed for a while.

"Forget it, tomorrow is the Invitational Tournament of the Fourth Division, I have to fill in the pits of these 20 divisions first..."

Thinking that there will be at least ten more days of competition in the future, Yu Huan has a headache.

I don't know if there is any way to not play in person...

After thinking about it, a bold idea gradually emerged in his heart.

Maybe, this kind of game can also be hired to play?

……

On the other side of the Galaxy Hotel, in room 1030, Mu Fan was replaying a video.

Above the video is the final of the third division.

"This action..."

Mu Fan paused the screen, staring straight at an obviously wrong movement of his own.

"Ding dong!"

A doorbell interrupted his thoughts.

After opening the door, Mu Fan looked at the two women and a man outside the door in surprise.

"What's the matter with you?"

He happened to know all these people, and they were all active members of the class group, and they could see their chat records in the class group almost every day.

And those chat records are nothing more than the daily routine of some games, which is naturally extremely boring to him.

"Squad leader, please come in and have a seat!" The white rabbit said with a smile.

Before Mu Fan had time to react, Niu Rong pinched a gap and slipped in first.

Not long after, a few people sat scattered on the sofa in the room and began to look at the room wantonly.

"I didn't expect the monitor's room to be so nice."

Niu Rong pointed to the video that was being played repeatedly on the table, with a deliberate look of surprise on his face.

"Little white rabbit, don't you think this is Brother Yu's match today?"

(End of this chapter)