Root No. 2: Heterogeneous Convention

Po Wen's scone stall has been operating at the entrance of Zhexiangkou for many years. The green bricks under Chen Jin's feet were polished by the people coming and going. "People in this world have the same origin, so there is no need to cut off their own lines." This sentence is an agreement buried in the deepest part of the π chip by a woman a long time ago. When she said this, the sun was shining brightly outside the window. Little did she know that solar flares would occur later, the mineral veins would be exhausted, and the chips would change from connection to control. But the backdoor she left was too deep, and the central office deleted it for a long time, but it was not completely deleted. When a girl named Su Wan also stepped on the green bricks and looked around—— The sleeping root number two is about to come back to life.