David Carter was silent for a few seconds, then asked, "Where do you want to eat when the time comes?"

　　Brian Brooks: "..."

　　Suddenly, someone in the class wondered aloud, "What exactly is the pattern for this time travel? So many people have crossed over, why haven't we?"

　　David Carter muttered quietly beside him, "Maybe only those with truly exceptional talent can do it..."

　　Brian Brooks raised his eyebrows as he listened.

　　There was more and more news about time travelers, both domestically and abroad.

　　Gradually, Brian Brooks summarized a pattern:

　　All time travelers had a previous countdown of 6 hours, and a return countdown of 48 hours.

　　In other words, everyone crossed over at the same time, and returned at the same time.

　　Then, after seeing the time travel events, someone came forward and said that although they hadn't crossed over, a 48-hour countdown had also appeared on their arm after midnight today.

　　This should be the second batch.

　　Next time, the first and second batches will cross over together.

　　Suddenly, a girl said, "There's a streamer who claims to be a time traveler and is live streaming to show off his mechanical arm. I'll send the link to the group."

　　These days, all students have phones, which makes communication much easier.

　　Everyone clicked the link, and sure enough, it was an outdoor streamer showing off his mechanical arm.

　　Brian Brooks felt something was off, because in prison, he had never seen such a plastic-looking mechanical limb...

　　After less than two minutes of showing off, the mechanical arm suddenly fell to the ground with a clatter...

　　"This guy is just wearing a model to ride the hype!"

　　Brian Brooks couldn't help but laugh and cry—what kind of weirdos are coming out just to chase the trend?

　　There are two possibilities now: one is that the number of time travelers is fixed, and when someone dies, a new traveler enters.

　　The other possibility is that the number of time travelers is constantly increasing, and there will be more and more in the future.

　　Gradually, all the students in the class arrived, and someone exclaimed, "There are time travelers appearing on the streets of Luo City too! I saw it on my Moments—someone filmed it!"

　　Hearing this, all the students gathered around.

　　In the video on Moments, a young man looked anxious, with strange mechanical patterns on his cheeks, giving him a unique technological beauty.

　　At this moment, someone noticed that as he walked, a gray steel ankle was revealed.

　　Obviously, the young man's legs had also been replaced with mechanical prosthetics.

　　The person filming tried to keep recording, but suddenly the young man leapt onto the roof of a building four or five meters high and disappeared without a trace.

　　A female classmate whispered, "So cool."

　　"If only there were time travelers like that in our school, then we could just ask them about that world."

　　At this moment, Brian Brooks suddenly remembered that there really was someone in this school who crossed over at the same time as him—the son of the chairman of the Yongli Group, Peter Grant.

　　If he remembered correctly, the other person should be in Class 7, Grade 10.

　　That day, after the other boy broke down, he was taken away by mechanical prison guards and never appeared again. By rights, he should have returned by now—even if he died, his body would have returned.

　　Thinking of this, Brian Brooks, seeing there were still more than ten minutes before class, got up and headed downstairs to the Grade 10 classrooms.

　　Luo City Foreign Language School was bustling at this time, with everyone discussing the time traveler events.

　　Brian Brooks looked at those people, and for some reason suddenly felt a sense of alienation, as if he had become a little different at some point.

　　In the past, he might have thought about studying hard, reviewing and previewing diligently whenever he had time, striving to get into a good university and leave his hometown.

　　But now, it seemed his path was no longer here.

　　Brian Brooks arrived at the door of Class 7, Grade 10, and casually stopped a bespectacled boy to ask, "Hi, did Peter Grant come to school today?"

　　"No, I haven't seen him yet," the boy replied.

　　"Oh," Brian Brooks nodded. "Do you know where he lives?"

　　"I only know he lives in Yinrun Central Garden, but I don't know exactly where. Are you looking for him for something?" the boy asked. "If he comes to class, I can let him know for you."

　　"It's nothing, thanks," Brian Brooks guessed that Peter Grant probably wouldn't be coming.

　　That boy who broke down suffered a great mental blow—it's possible he went completely mad.

　　Brian Brooks returned to class, deep in thought. The first period was math, and almost no one was in the mood to study.

　　In the second half of the class, the young male math teacher, Henry Cooper, seeing everyone distracted, simply joked, "Your attention is completely off me now. Looks like I need to get a mechanical arm or something so you'll actually listen to my lecture!"

　　The whole class burst into laughter.

　　David Carter had been on his phone the whole class, and when class ended, he suddenly handed his phone to Brian Brooks: "Grace Howard just posted a strategy guide!"

　　"Grace Howard?" Brian Brooks asked in confusion.