Chapter 374: Hyperion feels like she has a cerebral hemorrhage

It seemed that he had noticed what the audience was thinking.

"Why do you sound presidential to me? I know that some people at Helrom Broadcasting Company have started discussing whether you will run for president next year..."

Leola raised her eyebrows and smiled slightly, interrupting Lanqi for a moment.

“Will you run for president?”

She asked with interest.

The question she suddenly asked seemed to be suspended in the air, causing all the audience to hold their breath.

In Lanqi's hands, the cat boss, who was pretending to be an ordinary cat, was so scared that he almost jumped up! If Lanqi really became the president of the Protoss Empire, then he would never dare to see Xiubao again in his life!

He was the principal, the Holy Son, and the Governor, and Boss Cat really became numb step by step.

The only thing Boss Cat can't accept is being the president and becoming the boss of an empire!

Faced with this question which is a bit joking but also serious.

Lanqi pondered for a moment, and a hint of deep thought flashed in his emerald eyes.

"Probably not, but I'm definitely tired of seeing Protoss get ripped off."

He spoke, his voice firm, but with an unintentional reluctance.

“Why don’t you want to run for election?”

Leola asked again.

"I just don't think I have any intention of running for president. I love what I do now, I really do."

Lanci explained.

"Maybe if you were more ambitious... there would be no woman in this world who could keep up with you? You still want to leave a little more of your life and time for the people around you, right?"

Leola's words caused laughter from the audience.

Lanqi also showed a knowing smile.

These laughs did not last long; they came and went quickly, like the small waves of the tide gently lapping against the shore, leaving no trace but only a slight echo.

Lanqi lowered his head and smiled, but he still answered,

"I probably won't seek further public office, but I'm not ruling it out completely. If I think the country is going in the wrong direction, I might consider running."

Every answer he began to make now caused subtle reactions among the audience.

Some nodded, others looked enthusiastic, reviewing the deeper meaning of Rocky McCarthy's previous series of speeches and thinking about how this man's political ambitions might change their lives and their country.

The heated interview continued.

…

The other side.

The commercial district in the south of the city of Helrom.

At 8:30 in the evening, Helrom was a dazzling and vibrant scene. The huge magic crystal screen billboards and lights formed a flowing picture, illuminating the entire building complex like daylight.

On these holographic screens, the latest fashion advertisements, movie trailers of superstars and logos of various commercial brands are shown one after another, competing with the lights of the shopping mall. Bizarre illusions dance in the air, and phantom magic and projection barriers make it difficult to distinguish what is real and what is illusory.

On the bustling streets of Helrom, Hyperion and Michela walked in harmonious steps across the bustling intersection, the flow of people around them like the confluence of rivers of various colors and shapes.

"Tomorrow we have another day to go out of school. I will take you to find the man you've been thinking about."

Michella suggested while holding the shopping bag.

"Yeah, okay."

Hyperion wanted to refute, but the more she refuted at this time, the deeper Michella's misunderstanding would be.

Coming to the imperial capital Helrom, a place with good information flow with the southern part of the empire, it should not be difficult to find someone thanks to the Milford family's connections.

"In fact, I told him at the beginning that if we accidentally got separated, I should ask him to wait for me in the most conspicuous place. I would find him soon. I don't know if he was stupid enough to wait for me in a conspicuous place."

Hyperion said, recalling.

"Then if he really wants to, maybe we can find him while we're walking around."

Mithra responded.

If this man named Rocky really cares about his sister, then he should do his best to fulfill his promise. This is what a reliable man does.

"No, no, no, he must not have any crazy ideas. Living a stable life is the best!"

Hyperion waved her hands repeatedly.

Michela didn't understand at all. That guy's thinking pattern was different from that of normal people.

"Why? Is he the kind of man who would squander all the money you've worked so hard to save? And then continue to ask you for money?"

Michela began to doubt again.

She was very worried that her innocent sister would be deceived by a scumbag.

"Really not... He never asked me for money."

It was difficult for Hyperion to explain to Michela what kind of man Ranci was. Only when Michela met him would she understand.

Just as she was about to give examples of what Lanci might do, she felt as if she heard Lanci's familiar voice.

"…Am I hallucinating? I seem to hear his voice?"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Hyperion put her hands to her head and looked around in confusion.

I clearly didn't see anything, but I always felt like there was a voice from the gods in the sky. It was too mysterious.

"Sister, you really miss him too much."

Michella sighed. It turned out that love can make people blind. "Wait, I think I can hear what you said too."

Michela suddenly realized that there seemed to be a male voice echoing in the commercial district, coming from the buildings at the edge of the square in the distance.

“No way…”

Upon hearing this, Hyperion's expression suddenly became tense.

Her heartbeat quickened as she walked towards the square in front where the sound came from, and Michela followed behind her.

"It shouldn't be a problem. Maybe I heard it wrong, or maybe..."

Hyperion kept repeating to herself, as if praying to the goddess, that Lanqi would not do anything too bizarre in the Protoss Empire, and he should understand what he had said before.

No matter what happened.

She always has to remain calm and composed.

Until Hyperion walked around the corner and came to the open central square of the shopping district.

All the screens in the surrounding sky were showing the same picture, and at this moment, the sound seemed to be surrounding the shore of the crystal sea.

Michela then stopped abruptly, staring in a daze at her sister who seemed to be frozen in her tracks.

I saw my always elegant sister staring at the giant outdoor screen with her mouth open, her pupils trembling, and she couldn't speak for a long time.

Michela could only look at the screen again.

On the giant screen at the far end, I saw a young man with brown hair and green eyes wearing a purple suit chatting with the national host Leola.

“You said that although you had no intention of running, you believed you could win.”

the host asked curiously.

The young man did not rush to answer, but let his silence hang in the air for a few seconds. This was both a respect for her question and a way to organize his own thoughts.

He tilts his shoulders, smiles, looks directly at Leola, then turns to the audience, as if inviting everyone into his world of thought.

"I don't really know, but I think I can win. Let me tell you, I rarely fail in my life."

He began to speak, his voice full of confidence and calmness.

"If I was inclined to run for president, I think I would have a better chance of being popular, and I would say my chances of winning are very, very good."

"Because I don't know what the audience thinks, but I think people are just as tired of seeing the Protoss Empire being ripped off as I am."

And under a circle of giant screens in the square.

Hyperion: "Fuck!!!"

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