"Anyway, don't overthink it." Bei Sining pressed his shoulder, making him look at the expensive virtual fireworks, and said in a sullen voice, "I will protect you, look how scared you are."
Bang.
Fireworks exploded in my heart.
The explosion made him dizzy again.
Wen Zheng remained silent for a long time before answering, "Ah."
"You don't believe me?" Bei Sining reached out and fiddled with the new pendant hanging around Wen Zheng's neck. "This thing is made to be absolutely real. You'll see how strong I am when you see it!"
"Okay." Wen Zheng turned around and headed back to the dormitory before the fireworks ended.
"Hey," Bei Sining grabbed him, then awkwardly asked, "Why are you in such a hurry?"
Wen Zheng smiled.
He could tell that Bei Sining was very proud of the chip he had given her, but there was something else about it that he felt embarrassed or ashamed of.
One moment she wanted him to look at it quickly, the next she wanted to delay it a little longer; Bei Sining's thoughts were written all over her face.
Such a big person, but quite cute.
Wen Zheng simply went along with him and watched the fireworks together before wishing the others a Happy New Year and returning to the dormitory.
As usual, Bei Sining told Wen Zheng to take a shower first. He didn't refuse and quickly finished showering before collapsing onto the bed.
The morning was spent taking an assessment, the afternoon waiting for someone, and the evening was filled with emotional ups and downs; Wen Zheng was indeed exhausted. He had just planned to get up and study the chip after the cat spirit fell asleep, but his plan crumbled halfway through in his mind, and he fell asleep first.
He dreamt of being soaked in sweet fermented rice soup with glutinous rice balls. The feeling of weightlessness was very similar to when Bei Sining picked him up, and it made him experience what shame was in his dream.
As he felt ashamed, he became more accepting of it. In his dream, Bei Sining whispered in his ear and even licked his earlobe with her tongue.
Why is the tongue of the humanoid cat spirit still dry and prickly?
Before he could figure it out, the alarm went off at the Beihai base.
The subspace fluctuation value of the Arctic suddenly surged to 80 a minute ago. This time, the curve trend is very bad, and countries around the world have urgently issued mobilization orders.
Wen Zheng hurriedly put on the clothes Bei Sining threw at him. Just before his hand touched the doorknob, he heard the person behind him say, "Don't panic."
He paused, then listened again, "I told you, I will protect you."
The Beihai base, which was in a slumber, was awakened. Everyone assembled and boarded the special plane heading to the Arctic once again.
***
Xu Qian, Sun Gaoda, Bai Shuang, and Wang Weina sat in a circle, their expressions serious.
A pile of playing cards was scattered on the square table.
"A pair of Ks, are you done talking outside?" Bai Shuang asked seriously.
“A pair of Aces? That’s a long time coming… It’s been three days, and the enthusiasm hasn’t waned… Why hasn’t Boss Wang exploded yet?” Wang Weina solemnly threw down his card.
"Bomb!" Xu Qian focused intently on his cards, completely absorbed.
"Hehe, the royal flush is all gone, I'm the winner." Sun Gaoda chuckled.
"..." Xu Qian threw down the cards in his hand and yelled at him, "How many times have I told you! If you have less than five cards in your hand, you have to announce the number. Did you announce it?!"
"I signed up, really! You can ask Instructor Bai and Instructor Wang if you don't believe me..." Sun Gaoda said, feeling wronged.
The two instructors, holding the cards in their hands, exchanged a glance and said simultaneously, "No, you don't have any."
Sun Gaoda: ? ? ?
Can I report the instructor for being shameless?
Sun Gaoda "fouled" the game and had to shuffle the cards in frustration. Bai Shuangsong sighed, "Oh dear, look how well we're doing. My poor little Zheng'er is so pitiful, having to deal with theft prevention every day."
Before he finished speaking, the thick tactical tent curtain was lifted, and Wen Zheng entered, enveloped in the cold air and snowflakes.
"What did you say?" he asked, frowning.
The four of them said in unison, "It's nothing!"
"…………" Wen Zheng irritably threw off his thermostat jacket: "Stop messing around, the Alliance is coming to communicate in a bit."
The story goes back three days.
The soldiers arrived at the Arctic and set up camp at the observation command post, ten kilometers away in subspace.
This time, the curve never dropped, and there was no more good news about turning back halfway. Everyone worked seriously and silently, setting up tactical tents and preparing and taking inventory of equipment and supplies. Everything was done in an orderly manner.
Within two hours, soldiers from the Allied Powers and other countries, large and small, arrived at the command post.
The top leaders were busy holding meetings at the command post, while the soldiers waited sleeplessly until dawn. They received some good news first—although the curve had not dropped, it had not risen again, and the next ten days were expected to be safe.
At this time, the logistics support troops from various countries also arrived one after another, and the number of people tripled. The area around the command post suddenly became like a small town.
The selected trainees, who had just undergone the assessment, were caught off guard and signed a confidentiality agreement, receiving a barrage of information.
Zhang Jincheng drafted a risk disclosure statement overnight, allowing them to choose whether to go or stay.
Ninety out of the ninety-six soldiers chose to sign their names and come to the Arctic to fight alongside those who truly controlled the battle—even if they couldn't actually fight side by side, they could still be a solid support.
Xu Qian and Sun Gaoda both solemnly signed their names.
At that moment, they understood why the pen in their hands felt so heavy, and why Wen Zheng, at such a young age, could hold the rank of major. It was because he had paid a price that most people could not imagine.
After signing the papers, Xu Qian burst into tears and, together with the others, boarded a private plane and arrived at the Arctic camp.
Immediately afterwards, the heaviness in my heart was dispelled by the chaotic scene before me.
Why is it so messy!
The command headquarters issued orders and made plans for the next few days. One of the plans was to strengthen communication and cooperation and cultivate camaraderie among comrades, so that if they did not coordinate well in the subspace, what would happen if the world were destroyed?
Feelings are built over time. Now that we have translators, there's no problem with communication. Wouldn't it be great to get closer if we just took a piss together?
As a result, the territories that each country had claimed were scattered, and the tents were all pitched together, forming a U-shape, so that you could physically bump into each other as soon as you left the tent.
If it were just warp warriors, it wouldn't be so bad; after all, there are few of them, they're polite, and they've trained together before. The problem is that every morning when the logistics teams from various countries arrive…
The scene was so chaotic it could only be described as a bustling market.
The Xia Kingdom's selection team members, who valued order, found the Allied Kingdom, which championed freedom, utterly unreasonable.
Xu Qian and Sun Gaoda followed the group, dumbfounded and amazed, until they saw the most exciting spot.
This spot was made up of layers upon layers of people, their emotions running high, like a moth's last hurrah before its death.
Xu Qian had just begun to feel curious when he heard a shout: "No phone! No WeChat or Twitter! He's married! He's not getting a divorce! Get out!"
Xu Qian and Sun Gaoda: "………………"
Oh, it was Bei Sining who accidentally showed her face and got the enthusiastic pursuit of her foreign comrades.
They arrived with a sense of tragedy and left numb. When the trainees were assigned to various tents, they were still quite shaken.
The naturally optimistic Allied people have a huge cultural difference from them. Even though the situation is very dangerous, they can still laugh. Some soldiers even gesture and call themselves superheroes who save the world.
Superheroes should be accompanied by beautiful women, such as a mysterious Eastern beauty, which would be very suitable.
Bei Sining went straight into the command post after arriving and refused to come out, leaving Wen Zheng to face endless harassment. They would harass him one day and harass him the next, demanding his phone number when he refused; it was safe to say they had virtually no scruples.
Unfortunately, as one of the team leaders, Wen Zheng often had to go to the command post to make contact, convey information, and discuss battle plans, so he couldn't hide away even if he wanted to.
Oh, for example, today we also have to organize an exchange meeting for soldiers from different countries.
The four card players exchanged glances and busied themselves tidying up the table and tent.
Taking advantage of her back pain, Bai Shuang mysteriously showed Wen Zheng her phone: "Do you know what? You're trending again!"
Wen Zheng didn't even bother to glance at it, and uploaded the documents he brought back to the projector he would be using later: "You can play by yourself, don't bother your dad."
Bai Shuang: "..."
There are naturally no network blocking facilities in the Arctic, but it's already difficult to receive external network signals. Ninety percent of the time, people's phones can only be used for playing single-player games, but there's a ten percent chance that they'll catch a wavelength drifting over and be able to quickly browse Weibo or something.
It was at this time that Xu Qian and the others learned Bei Sining's true identity in the outside world—a beautiful woman of mysterious origin.
And their youngest major, Instructor Wen, actually met him through an online romance!?
Sun Gaoda was immediately eager to try it out and also wanted to find his other half by sending a message in a bottle. However, he was frustrated because the internet in the Arctic was practically a real message in a bottle, and it would take several days for a message to drift away after he sent it, so he had to give up.
However, people still persisted in reading a lot of gossip about Bei Sining, including his widely circulated nickname, Wang Mingzhu.
This nickname is so catchy! They were just finding Mr. Bei hard to pronounce, so they gave him such a friendly and beautiful name. From then on, they secretly called Mr. Bei "Big Boss Wang".
He must be a big shot, otherwise how could he know Liu Anshi, the old man, and get the old man to endorse Xu Ji with just one phone call? And how could he spend most of his time in the command post after arriving in the Arctic?
The potential for online dating is enormous!
Unaware of what these gossipers were thinking, Wen Zheng, who was being envied, was preoccupied with something else entirely.
The suitors were annoying, but once they were dealt with, it was fine; the exchange meeting had already taken place... Wen Zheng wanted to find an opportunity to see that chip.
His plans were interrupted that night, and there might be changes in the subspace in ten days. He wanted to see it right now, immediately.
Last night, when no one was around, he even found a device, inserted the chip, but what appeared wasn't a password, but a document. Format Wenzheng happened to know that this was a copy of the survival space to be read into the holographic glasses device.
Bei Sining gave him a copy of the game? How did she do that?!
Wen Zheng was surprised, but also annoyed; he hadn't brought his glasses, which was troublesome.
Author's Note: Wen Zheng: He hugged me.
Stupid author: Brother, please explain yourself clearly.
Chapter 90
The Arctic is so cold that without high-tech insulation materials, humans would find it impossible to move around.
Even so, everyone should still pay attention to whether all protective measures are in place to avoid accidents.
When Bei Sining arrived at the command post, the researchers who had been stationed there for a long time were very resistant.
"Is the higher-ups going to resort to desperate measures?" A rigid monitor grumbled, pulling out a disposable cup to pour water for the arriving VIPs. The team leader, though also annoyed, was more shrewd and told him to keep quiet.
"Since it's a decision made from above, we shouldn't object." He was very discreet: "Perhaps there really is some kind of supernatural ability that can resolve the crisis?"
This statement, seemingly an agreement, was seen as mockery by the resident personnel at the command post.