Genius Club-Chapter 1163 - 35 Galileo and Da Vinci_3

"Hehe."

Lin Xian chuckled softly and decided to test his suspicion.

So, as he watched Da Vinci approaching slowly, he said loudly:

"Galileo said we shouldn’t come so early. He suggested arriving a few minutes prior or exactly on time, because coming too early interrupts his meditation. He wants to [be alone] and have some quiet time."

"Oh?"

Da Vinci sat down in a chair beside Lin Xian, slightly surprised:

"Is that so."

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Across from them, Galileo suddenly stood up and rudely pointed at Lin Xian:

"Don’t listen to this kid’s nonsense! I was just giving a few kind reminders as a senior, but unexpectedly… Rhein, you repay kindness with ingratitude."

"No matter the occasion, arriving early and being punctual are always signs of courtesy and gentlemanliness. I’ve always encouraged and affirmed such behavior!"

*Pfft—*

Miss Da Vinci let out a silvery, light laugh.

Lin Xian was well aware that this was the altered voice processed by the VR system. In reality... it was probably a kindly white-haired old lady chuckling behind the VR headset.

"Hehe, Rhein, you might have misunderstood Galileo."

The woman wearing the Da Vinci mask covered her smiling mouth and turned her head to look at Lin Xian:

"Although he may appear a bit rigid and serious, and his words are somewhat extreme, he’s actually a person who’s quite easy to get along with. Deep down, he’s rather shy."

Hehe.

Lin Xian smiled without saying anything.

Alright, whatever you say.

When it comes to being kind-hearted, Da Vinci indeed approaches perfection. She certainly has a pair of kind eyes that see beauty in everything.

Before the solid evidence that Galileo orchestrated the super-catastrophe of 2400, Lin Xian wouldn’t hold any true animosity toward this rigid old man.

For now.

Aside from Turing-chan mentioning that Galileo was the mastermind behind the 2400 super-catastrophe, there’s actually no second piece of concrete evidence.

So.

What exactly Galileo’s future plans are is still inconclusive.

But...

He turned his head to look at Da Vinci, who was happily chatting with Galileo...

Everyone else’s future plans are quite vague.

But Da Vinci’s future plans, Lin Xian understood crystal clear.

Yet, such matters couldn’t be directly disclosed.

First, even if explained, Da Vinci might not acknowledge or believe it;

Second, if Da Vinci truly believed and corrected her plans, The Eighth Dreamland would change, and he hadn’t finished copying the Time Machine blueprints yet.

Lastly, and most importantly.

Miss Da Vinci always started with good intentions. Lin Xian even liked the idealistic world she envisioned, which, to put it bluntly, emphasized strict law enforcement.

As for why things eventually turned into Donghai City’s overly harsh and overcorrect approach, the reasons were multifaceted—partly due to human nature, and partly due to Android governance.

However, this old debate resurfaces:

If humans were to govern, would The Future World truly improve?

That’s something nobody can say for certain.

This is precisely why Lin Xian found some topics difficult to broach.

He himself didn’t have a better plan, a solution to the dilemma, or even clarity about exactly where Da Vinci’s plans went astray.

The best approach might still be waiting until after he finishes copying the Time Machine blueprints. Then, leveraging his opportunity to consult Einstein, he could use Einstein’s answers to help Miss Da Vinci see her failed future on her own.

That way.

He could also avoid exposing Da Vinci’s future plans.

Jask repeatedly reminded Lin Xian that every member of the Genius Club is exceptionally smart. A simple sentence, even the slightest clue, could lead them to deduce another member’s true identity or hidden motives.

Unless there’s an opportunity for a private conversation with Miss Da Vinci.

Should others infer Miss Da Vinci’s true identity from his words and try to eliminate her, then his good intentions would backfire.

No rush.

After all, he hadn’t finished copying the Time Machine blueprints, and he still had many unresolved questions. Dropping hints to Da Vinci could wait for a few months from now.

"Do you have many children?"

Galileo chuckled, chatting with Da Vinci:

"You’re always talking about children."

"Yes."

Da Vinci smiled softly:

"I have lots of children, each so adorable. Although they’re always mischievous, what child isn’t playful? I love them very much and truly wish they could stay happy forever, never grow up."

Then.

She lifted her head to look at the middle-aged man across from her wearing the Galileo mask:

"By the way, I’ve never asked before. Mainly because we typically don’t discuss identity-related matters at gatherings—unless it’s someone like Jask who voluntarily reveals their identity. Moreover, you and Newton, Rhein, and the others are different—you’ve never mentioned your family."

"So, if you don’t want to answer, that’s fine. I’m just curious: Do you have children? If you do, based on your age, wouldn’t you already have grandchildren?"

"I don’t."

Galileo’s voice was calm:

"I’ve never married, nor had children."

"Oh..."

Da Vinci let out a prolonged sigh of regret and shook her head:

"I really hope that’s just a lie to conceal your identity."

...

Beside them.

Lin Xian sat in a tall-backed chair, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles.

He truly regretted coming so early.

In such a gathering setting that resembled a Sunset Red matchmaking event, he felt utterly redundant and awkward!

His thumb kept scratching at the sole of his shoe—it felt like he was about to dig out a three-bedroom apartment.

I’m sorry, Galileo. I was wrong.

Previously, Lin Xian being sarcastic to apologize to Da Vinci was obviously insincere.

But now.

This was a genuine apology.

Truly geniuses.

Old age, but hearts unyielding—always so full of energy and hormones.

If it weren’t for the rule that logging out during a meeting prevents rejoining, Lin Xian genuinely wanted to go offline temporarily and avoid interfering with Galileo’s "little plans."

Clearly.

Every time Galileo arrived so early, it was simply to wait for Da Vinci.

He didn’t know Da Vinci’s true identity, and because they were both Genius Club members, they most likely could never meet calmly in reality.

Each month, these few minutes before the meeting started...

Were Galileo’s only chance to see and speak with Da Vinci privately.

That’s all.

Just these brief few minutes once a month, before the other geniuses pushed open that door to take their seats.

No wonder Galileo was so agitated when Lin Xian suddenly arrived so early.

He had waited an entire month.

For this precious few minutes.

He must’ve arrived extraordinarily early.

Because he knew Da Vinci liked arriving early, and he came early specifically for her.

Just like that.

Every month, Galileo sat here early.

Wondering when the brown door would be pushed open by Da Vinci, contemplating what topics to discuss, imagining how Da Vinci spent the past month.

In the end...

Today, those eager eyes were met with Rhein Cat’s absurd mask.

If Lin Xian briefly put himself in Galileo’s shoes.

He could entirely understand why this old man had been so unfriendly to him earlier.

*Creak—*

He turned his head.

The brown door was pushed open again.

It was Tesla’s mask.

Without guessing, it was Jask.

"Hehehe~"

This seemingly frivolous man approached briskly, speaking in his unaltered voice:

"What are you chatting about? Hurry, tell me!"

"Hmph."

Galileo snorted, turned his head away, and stopped talking.

It seemed.

His moments of joy had come to an end.

Jask walked over and sat in the tall-backed chair between Da Vinci and Lin Xian, glancing around:

"It’s been such a long time, my old friends."

"During this period I’ve been absent from the gatherings, has anything new or interesting happened?"

Da Vinci smiled and looked at Jask:

"Interesting? The most interesting thing was your abrupt departure halfway through a gathering. We all suspected you might’ve been murdered."

"Hehe, how could that be!"

Jask laughed heartily:

"I was merely..."

"Playing a role-playing game."

Beside him, Da Vinci chuckled softly.

She shook her head:

"Then I’ll tell you another... interesting thing."

"What is it?" Jask asked.

Da Vinci raised her finger, pointed at Lin Xian, and looked at Jask:

"That line you just pretentiously delivered..."

"Rhein already said it at the last gathering."