49l: I was a fan who used to hype him up as a savior of the world. I was joking back then, but now that it's come true, I wish I'd never made that joke.
I've been a fan of Z for three years, ever since he started doing live streams.
At first, he was even less talkative than he was later; he was a very quiet streamer who often made all sorts of incredible gestures.
I'm a fan of school bullies, and I also think he has a great presence and is very cool. I like him even without looking at his face, and I've been following him ever since.
I told my mom that my favorite streamer was fighting on the front lines, and she cried when she saw the videos and photos I had saved.
I heard he's only twenty-three this year, two years younger than me.
I'm currently pursuing a master's degree. I don't have a salary yet, so I spend my free time eating, drinking, and having fun. I go to karaoke with my girlfriends, play video games, and I'm too lazy to even date. I'm very happy.
I thought happiness was easy, but thinking about Z University, is happiness really that easy?
It's probably not for him.
I just carefully reviewed the official timeline records. The martyrs of Z University's previous generation sacrificed their lives in 2227, which means that Z University's parents both passed away when he was ten or eleven years old.
Even with state support and no worries about food and clothing, it's still a tragedy, isn't it? If it were me, could I accept reality?
How did the Weibo username "Silent Zen" come about?
I have no idea.
I watched him gradually learn to interact with the comments, become more and more skilled at the game, and make friends. He became more free; he would find cats to raise, make bets with Tianlu, set up schemes to expose Shanyu's true colors, and even take his cats to beauty pageants.
He became even more famous, and more people liked him, but people who disliked him also emerged.
I cried a lot. I felt so sorry for him. Maybe he doesn't care if people hate him or scold him, but I do.
The thought of him casually browsing Weibo during his arduous training and discovering that many people dislike him makes me feel like my heart has been shattered.
I hope Z can forgive me; saving the world is not funny at all.
I also hope that all the young soldiers will return victorious. Not only do I want to live, but I also hope that you will have the best future.
50l: ...
51l: Some people really owe him an apology. I think Wen Zheng probably doesn't expect you to be his slave; just be sincere. If you die soon, you'll avoid going to hell.
52l: The cat-loving live stream is playing news channels from various places. I just saw a little bit of video footage of the Arctic. Link: 38561092
53l: I want to see him one more time. He must be working hard.
54l: Although I don't know if it will be of any use, my whole family is praying for him and those little soldiers on the list.
55l: Praying together
56l: I'm sorry
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5097l: I drove for two hours and finally got home to see my two-year-old baby.
Thank you, Z-Da and the frontline soldiers. It must be your efforts that gave me time to see him again. Thank you.
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5498l: Thank you, Z! I finally got in touch with my grandpa. He hadn't noticed the phone was out of reach, but now I'm relieved. If there's a tomorrow, I'll take the bus back to see him. Thank you, young soldiers, for giving me the time.
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6002l: Thank you, soldiers. I have now safely arrived at the lake where my beloved rests. I once swore that if I ever died, I would come here to be with her. Although things didn't go according to plan, I've finally arrived, to be with her at this crucial moment. Thank you for giving me the time.
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6029l: I was at a rest stop halfway up the world's highest peak when I saw the news. I had originally planned to wait until the weather cleared up tomorrow before climbing to the summit, but suddenly it was too late. My companion and I discussed it and decided to hurry up and climb despite the wind and snow. While climbing, I kept thinking, "Give me a little more time, give me a little more time..." Now I have finally reached my destination.
Even though we can't see the scenery yet, we are still satisfied. Thank you to the young soldiers for their hard work, which gave us time so that we can live a life without regrets.
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More and more people are joining the ranks of those expressing gratitude for every minute and second, spreading from forums to every social media platform.
The darkness before dawn is eerie and terrifying; naturally, some people become violent, some go mad, and some take to the streets to loot and vandalize.
But there are also those who are filled with gratitude and hope, who choose to stay at their posts, who choose to confess to the person they secretly love, and who choose to express the love they usually don't express.
All of these things combined to form a powerful will that traveled to the North Pole.
Wen Zheng and Wang Weina were running together across the bumpy wasteland. The subspace had been ravaged and was in its final stages.
The previous calm lasted for less than ten minutes, after which a terrifying cataclysmic event occurred.
The whole world is like an open washing machine, with all the plates and matter tumbling and colliding pitifully.
By the time things finally calmed down, their weapons were almost completely broken.
Wen Zheng and Wang Weina stood very close together; no one else was around. They discussed the situation and decided that their first priority was to get the inflatable defensive steel frame. Otherwise, another attack would inevitably result in heavy casualties.
At that moment, they looked up at the same time and saw that the black and white ball of light had completely frozen.
"Captain?" Wang Weina turned around, following Wen Zheng's gaze to their ultimate goal, and was also stunned.
What's the meaning?
Did they win? Or did someone press pause?
“No,” Wen Zheng said, his face pale, “it’s going to explode.”
"What!?" Wang Weina exclaimed in horror, "We, we... lost? Wait, the steel frame, go find the steel frame—"
What's the use of the steel frame? If it's useful, would they need to spend their entire lives on it?
Hearing Zheng's rapid breathing, he froze for three seconds before suddenly shoving Wang Weina and leading him to run: "Come on, let's go find the steel frame!"
Wang Weina didn't understand and foolishly followed Wen Zheng. They hadn't run far when they actually dug out a steel frame from a mountain made of broken ice crystals.
Since it was defensive equipment, it wasn't damaged. Wen Zheng had Wang Weina carry it and search for the wounded in this upside-down, chaotic world.
Wen Zheng didn't know what else he could do; he could only believe that their previous efforts would not have been in vain.
“Take the seriously injured to the steel frame first. Even if…” Wen Zheng paused, “even if it really doesn’t work out, we can’t abandon them.”
The complete solidification of that ball of light was like a stopped timeline.
Wen Zheng felt as if his heartbeat had been forcibly stopped, and he could barely feel it anymore.
Is Bei Sining still not better?
How much longer?
It's going to be too late!
He ran frantically, his hands and feet turning icy with fear, his eyes scanning the surroundings. Suddenly, he saw a pale golden hairy head emerge from a pile of rubble.
That's... Peppa Pig?
Wen Zheng turned around and was about to head towards him when a sharp screech suddenly erupted from the entire space.
He instinctively closed his eyes and covered his ears, followed by a violent shaking that felt like an explosion!
After a brief loss of consciousness, Wen Zheng opened his eyes again.
He blinked and found his eyelashes were covered in dust.
A ray of golden light gently cut down from above, covering the entire ground.
I... survived?
It seems like he's still alive?
I can still think about whether I'm alive, so... I'm still alive?
Wen Zheng blinked again, his lips rubbing against the rough ground, feeling a little numb. After checking the angle again, it seemed a bit strange.
He must be lying on the ground, Wen Zheng judged.
This doesn't seem so strange. It exploded, it fell down, it's all normal... but why can't I get up?
Wen Zheng's head was spinning. He finally regained control of his right hand and slowly began to feel his way down. He encountered resistance at his lower back.
The sticky sensation of blood traveled from his fingertips. Wen Zheng turned around with difficulty, numbly thinking, "Ah, I'm injured."
He was pinned to the ground by a stone pillar.
It doesn't seem to hurt that much. I just can't move.
Just as he finished thinking, a belated sense of awareness suddenly rushed to his brain, causing a searing pain that made him bite his lip to stop himself from screaming.
This can't go on. Wen Zheng thought in a state of confusion.
He can't die. He has to find the cat spirit. If he's still alive, it must mean the cat spirit succeeded. So he can't die. He has to find the cat spirit.
The same old words kept jumping around in his head. Wen Zheng grabbed the stone pillar with his backhand and pulled upwards with all his might.
The veins on his arms were bulging, his forehead was flushed, his eyes were bloodshot, and his pupils were unfocused.
Blood spread out beneath him. Wen Zheng used all his strength to stand up, stumbling and struggling, and took a step with all his might.
However, this is pretty much the limit.
His vision went black for a moment, and he briefly lost control of his legs. As he fell forward, he was caught by a warm and familiar embrace.
Ignoring the pain in his dantian, Bei Sining felt as if his heart had been pierced into eight pieces.
"Where is he! Where is the doctor!" He took off his coat, pressed his trembling hands against the bleeding wound on Wen Zheng's lower back, picked him up, and ran wildly towards the camp.
Author's Note: Zhenzhen and Luya: Waaaaah, our little animals waaaaah!
Chapter 97
"Hello everyone, this is A6 News, and I'm your host, Catnip!"
"A week has passed since the doomsday prophecy was debunked. Today, we have finally received permission to come to the North Sea Base, where we made great contributions, to explore the daily lives of our soldiers!"
Catnip is a sweet little girl with pigtails and a puffy skirt. A6 News is an online media outlet, and they're dressed rather casually from head to toe. I don't know how they passed the review.
The group arrived at the main gate of the Beihai base, which was quite eye-catching. The gatekeeper, who was standing ramrod straight, couldn't help but glance at them a few more times.
"Hey bro!" Catnip's eyes lit up, and she rushed towards the handsome security guard first: "Can I interview you first?"
The 36-year-old security guard: ""