Second live broadcast
At the command center, Qiao Jianmin growled into the microphone, "Order the Qingbo police! Send someone to the textile factory immediately! Quick! Confirm the situation!"
"Next."
Zhong Ling tapped her fingertips again, and a new microphone window popped up.
The picture shows a young man who looks to be in his early twenties, wearing a short-sleeved shirt and black-framed glasses. The background is a bedroom with clothes piled on the bed and several anime posters on the wall.
He obviously hadn't reacted yet, his whole body was frozen, his eyes were as big as bells, and his mouth was open in an O shape.
"What the hell! Who is this unlucky guy!"
"Looks like a programmer? What's he going to wish for? For the code to be bug-free?"
"Master Zhong! Let him demonstrate how to write code on the spot!"
The barrage of comments was boiling again.
"What's your wish?" Zhong Ling's voice rang out.
The young man shuddered, adjusted his glasses, and stammered:
"Zhong...Zhong God! I...I I I..."
He kept saying "I" for a long time, his face turned red, and he couldn't say a word.
Netizens are almost going crazy.
"Brother, hurry up and tell me! Don't waste time!"
"I'm so anxious! Why don't you give me the chance? I'll give you one million!"
At this moment, the young man took a deep breath, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and shouted loudly: "Master Zhong! Can I ask you to help me find my cat? Its name is Tangyuan. It ran out of the window three days ago. I have been looking for it for three days and three nights. I am so anxious!"
After saying this, he seemed to have used up all his strength and slumped down in his chair.
The barrage of comments stopped and everyone thought they had heard it wrong.
Such a good opportunity, used to... find a cat?
After a brief silence, the barrage exploded.
"Hahahahahaha! Best of the year! I'd call it the strongest wish in history!"
"What a breath of fresh air! When everyone else is thinking about money and immortality, this guy just wants to get his cat back!"
"Tangyuan! Did you see that? What your master gave up for you!"
"This guy... is a real guy!"
Everyone was amused by this sudden reversal.
In the live broadcast room, Zhong Ling's expression did not change at all, she just nodded lightly.
"Can."
She raised her right hand and lightly tapped the air with her slender index finger.
At the same time, thousands of miles away, next to a trash can in an old community in a city, a chubby orange cat was vigilantly confronting a white stray cat for half a sausage.
Suddenly, the orange cat froze, and a trace of confusion flashed in its amber eyes.
An invisible hand held it by the scruff of the neck, and its entire body floated up involuntarily. The next second, the environment suddenly changed, and the orange cat fell on the floor of the young man's bedroom.
"Meow?"
The orange cat looked at its owner in confusion, its little head not understanding what was going on.
The young man was staring in amazement at the cat that appeared out of nowhere at his feet.
He stretched out his trembling hands, picked up Tangyuan, held her tightly in his arms, and tears instantly came down.
"Tangyuan...it's really you...you're back..."
He bowed to the screen, weeping and saying, "Thank you, Master Zhong! Thank you, Master Zhong! I... I don't know what to say..."
Zhong Ling looked at him calmly and said, "Okay, next."
After she finished speaking, the young man's image disappeared, and the live broadcast room returned to the scene where she was alone.
Before netizens could recover from the shock, a new live broadcast had already begun.
This time, an old man appeared on the screen.
He was wearing an old research suit that had been washed to a pale color and a pair of reading glasses. His eyes were gentle and wise, but there was a hint of fatigue and worry between his brows.
“It’s Academician Qian!”
"Academician Qian Wende of the Daxia Aerospace Science and Technology Group! One of the chief leaders of the 'Morning Star' project!"
"Oh my god, it's Mr. Qian! He's here too?"
Some netizens immediately recognized this national treasure-level scientist, and the barrage of comments was full of respect and concern.
"Hello, Academician Qian," Zhong Ling said, taking the initiative to greet him for the first time. She always had a bit of respect for those pure people who dedicated their lives to serving their country and their people.
"Hello, Ms. Zhong Ling." Academician Qian Wende adjusted his glasses, his voice a little hoarse.
"First of all, on behalf of all members of the 'Venus' project team, please allow me to once again express my highest respect and gratitude for your previous help."
As he spoke, he slowly stood up and bowed deeply to the camera.
This bow brought tears to the eyes of countless children of Da Xia in front of the screen.
Zhong Ling accepted it calmly and said, "It's just a small favor. Academician Qian, what is your wish?"
Qian Wende sat back in his chair with a bitter smile on his face: "My wish may be a little selfish.
I'm 73 years old this year. I had a physical examination last month, and the doctor told me I have a stage 4 brain glioma. I have at most six months to live."
When these words were spoken, the whole country was shocked.
The hearts of countless scientific researchers and ordinary people were in agony.
Academician Qian Wende is a leading figure in the aerospace field of China. He has presided over and participated in dozens of major national projects and is a true pillar of the country.
How could such a person...
"Mr. Qian, nothing can happen to you!"
"God Zhong! Please save Mr. Qian! He is more important than all of us!"
"I'd even trade my life for Mr. Qian's!"
The barrage is full of prayers.
Qian Wende waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.
He looked at Zhong Ling, and there was no fear of death in his eyes, only unwillingness and regret.
"Ms. Zhong Ling, I'm not afraid of death. I just... am unwilling to accept it!"
"Although the 'Morning Star' material was successful, we want to apply it to broader areas, such as manned landings on the moon and other planets, establishing bases on the moon and other planets, and even...flying out of the Turan system to explore the true sea of stars.
I still have at least two unfinished project ideas in my mind, and too much data to sort out..."
His voice choked up, “I’m afraid that when I’m gone, these things will turn to ashes along with me.
They do not belong to me, they belong to this country and to all mankind.
So, my wish is, I hope you can... give me another five years, no, three years will be fine!
In just three years, I will be able to pull out everything in my head and bring out the young people to achieve great things. By then, I will die with no regrets!"
After saying this, the old man who had won countless merits had red eyes and tears silently rolled down his cheeks.
These words brought countless people to tears.
This was the last request of a patriot. What he asked for was not his life, but to burn his time for the country.
This pure wish power gathered into a warm current and flowed towards Zhong Ling.
Zhong Ling felt that this wish power was nourishing her golden elixir and soul.
This is what she really wants to collect when she starts live streaming.
"I've granted your wish."
Zhong Ling's voice was not loud, but it was resounding.
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