Yuan Cong didn't expect to actually meet Yan Chaochao here.
But it cannot be said that he had never thought about the possibility of this happening.
The Lantern Festival is one of the city’s largest outdoor events. Every year, more than 60% of the locals go out and attend the Lantern Festival.
When it came to the Lantern Festival, Yuan Cong had considered that Yan Chaochao might attend the event. However, there were so many people at the festival that Yuan Cong quickly dismissed this unrealistic fantasy.
But, encounters always happen suddenly and unexpectedly.
When Yuan Cong went to help the little girl, he didn't even notice who the other pair of hands belonged to. The moment he looked up, he recognized Yan Chaochao at a glance.
The fireworks in the distance bloomed in an instant, but they were nothing compared to Yuan Cong's violent heartbeat at that second.
By the time Yan Chaochao introduced herself, Yuan Cong's palms were already sweating. He looked at Yan Chaochao with some anticipation, but found that she did not show any unusual expression when she heard the name.
Yan Chaochao just smiled: "It's a nice name."
Just one sentence made Yuan Cong's heart fluctuate from "she doesn't know my real name" to "she praised my name for being nice".
But after a while, Yuan Cong could only say: "Thank you."
Just as the two were looking at each other in silence, a voice suddenly came from the distance.
"elder sister--"
After buying the candied haws, Yan Xixi finally squeezed out of the crowd and found that Yan Chaochao was not standing there. She was always calm, but at this moment she couldn't help but shout out anxiously.
Hearing this voice, Yan Chaozhao reacted immediately and responded loudly: "I'm here!"
When Yan Xixi heard the response, she quickly walked through the crowd with the candied haws in her hand and returned to Yan Chaochao.
From a distance, Yan Xixi had already noticed Yuan Cong standing face to face with Yan Chaochao, but only after they approached did Yan Xixi deliberately ask, "Who is this..."
"Oh, he is Yuan Cong." Yan Chaochao introduced naturally.
Yuan Cong?
Hearing this name, Yan Xixi narrowed her eyes slightly.
Yan Xixi had already learned about God Y's existence from Yan Chaochao when she told her she'd met a very skilled gamer. That same day, information about God Y was placed on Yan Xixi's desk, including his upbringing, professional competition experience, and, of course, his real name.
After hearing the word "Yuan Cong", Yan Xixi immediately set her eyes on the masked boy and quickly noticed the unnaturalness in his expression.
It turned out to be him.
A thought flashed through Yan Xixi's mind, but suddenly the tone of Yan Chaochao's introduction just now came to her mind.
The narrative was straightforward, more like she was introducing a stranger she had just met, and it was completely different from the tone she used when she mentioned her gaming friend God Y.
Yan Xixi had a guess in her mind and immediately asked Yan Chaochao for confirmation: "Did you meet him just now?"
"Yes." Yan Chaozhao nodded, "Just now, a little girl was about to fall, and when I reached out to help her, he also reached out to help the little girl."
After saying that, Yan Chaochao paused and said: "He is a very enthusiastic person."
Yuan Cong, the "enthusiastic person", hasn't said a word since Yan Xixi appeared. Listening to Yan Chaochao praising her "enthusiastic", Yuan Cong's ears have inadvertently turned red.
Yuan Cong's reaction confirmed Yan Xixi's guess.
Sure enough, Yan Chaochao didn’t know that Yuan Cong was her gaming friend Y God.
As for Yuan Cong... for some reason, after finding out that Yan Chaochao didn't know that he was God Y, he didn't confess to Yan Chaochao.
And those red ears...
Yan Xixi's gaze paused on Yuan Cong's red ears, and a knowing smile flashed in her eyes.
"Here, these candied haws I just bought." Yan Xixi handed the candied haws to Yan Chaochao. At the same time, she held Yan Chaochao's hand with her free hand and shook the candied haws as a farewell to Yuan Cong. "Then we'll leave first."
Only after Yan Chaochao's back was completely out of sight did Yuan Cong lower his head and gently rub his ears.
call……
Why is the weather a bit hot today?
A gust of cold wind blew across Yuan Cong's upturned mouth.
***
Just after the Lantern Festival, Yan Chaochao received the storyboard script for the first part of "Ark" from Fu Qianyi.
When Yan Chaochao opened the first page of the storyboard script, he felt the desolation coming at him.
Dark clouds blocked the sunlight, the air had long become turbid, yellow sand covered the sky, traces of animal activities had long disappeared in the yellow sand, even plants were gone, and all that could be seen was a shocking desolation.
picture……
So similar...
Just the first storyboard made Yan Chaochao couldn't help but clench the storyboard script in his hand. His eyes had already been completely attracted by the storyboard script.
One scene completely brought back memories that she thought were forgotten.
Yan Chaochao took a deep breath and continued reading.
When reading the storyboards for the first part of "The Ark," Yan Zhaozhao's expressions varied greatly. Sometimes he would be lost in thought, as if memories were brought back; sometimes he would frown, as if he had seen something he couldn't understand; and sometimes he would look lost.
After finishing the storyboard script for the first part of "Ark", Yan Chaochao sat cross-legged on the sofa and did not come back to his senses for a long time.
After a moment, she suddenly grabbed the phone and called Fu Qianyi for the first time.
The call had just been connected, and before Fu Qianyi on the other end could even speak, Yan Chaochao had already spoken: "What's the rest of the content?"
This question was asked incoherently, but Fu Qianyi, who had plunged into the "Ark" project, immediately understood what Yan Chaochao meant.
"The rest of the storyboard hasn't been drawn yet." Fu Qianyi paused, then spoke with a hint of excitement, "What do you think of the storyboard for the first part?"
While Fu Qianyi was waiting expectantly, Yan Chaochao's reply was like a bucket of cold water poured heavily on her head.
"It's terrible."
Yan Chaochao showed no mercy and spoke directly.
Without waiting for Fu Qianyi to react, Yan Chaochao had already frowned. Without even looking at the script, he pointed out the problems in the script one by one based solely on his memory.
"Since we've entered apocalyptic territory and the planet's ecological balance has been completely disrupted, the weather forecast needs to change in real time. However, on page 3 of the storyboard, the temperature is shown as 16-48 degrees Celsius. By page 53, it's 18-39 degrees Celsius. There's no reason why the climate change should become 'mild' when the ecological environment is completely deteriorating."
"When the temperature drops below 10 degrees, mosquitoes will die in large numbers. So on page 16, in the frozen laboratory, letting the researchers be disturbed by mosquitoes is itself a very unreasonable thing."
Yan Chaochao pointed out the problems she found without mercy.
Although the doomsday she had experienced was not exactly the same as the situation in "Ark", when the environment deteriorated to a certain extent, many situations were similar.
When surviving the apocalypse, some seemingly minor problems may affect whether she can survive the day.
The accuracy of the weather forecast for the day determines her judgment on whether to leave the base to carry out the mission today; in the doomsday, mosquitoes are also a scarce food. After all, the temperature will drop below 10 degrees every night, and they need to be artificially bred to be obtained.
It was precisely because of this experience that the mistakes made by Fu Qianyi in the storyboard script stood out to Yan Chaochao.
Out of sight of Yan Chaochao, after hearing these words, Fu Qianyi on the other end of the line didn't look downcast. Instead, her eyes lit up. Her pen kept moving, jotting down every detail Yan Chaochao said. She even pricked up her ears, eager for Yan Chaochao to say more.
After talking for nearly 20 minutes, Yan Chaochao took a sip of water and finally got to the last place.
"Also, in the first part of the scenario, the Alliance government announced to the world that one-sixth of the world's population would be able to enter the Ark through a lottery, thus avoiding the risk of being swallowed by the apocalypse. However, based on the laboratory data previously calculated, the number of people who can enter the Ark is approximately one-fifth, which is inconsistent with the number announced by the Alliance government."
"There is only one truth..."
Yan Chaozhao spoke coldly, but his calm voice seemed to contain endless anger.
Even in a doomsday environment, even at such a critical moment, even though the survival of all mankind and even all species is facing serious challenges, there are still people who, either for their own selfishness or for unknown interests, make decisions that put hundreds of millions of people to death.
"Someone... is lying!"
After Yan Chaochao said this, there was no sound from the other side for a long time.
Until one minute later, there was a sudden "clang" sound from the phone, followed by Fu Qianyi's excited voice coming from the other side.
"Chao Chao! Come and help me read the script!"
“…”
Yan Chaozhao held the phone in silence for a long time before he uttered a questioning sound: "Huh?"
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