Chapter 335
Is Patrick speaking up for Class 6)? No, given that their prestige has been completely shattered, is it appropriate for Patrick to publicly speak well of Class 6)? Could it be... that he's surrendering to Class 6)? If so, what about all that Patrick obedience they showed him during this time? Were they blind? Who can believe that...?
"What's wrong?" Facing the suspicious gazes of everyone, Patrick pretended not to understand their doubts and, without giving them much time to overthink, asked blankly, "Did I say something wrong?"
At this point, Patrick said with a touch of emotion, "In the past, we would usually come back from each tour with about a fifth of the people gone. This time, not only were there no fewer people, but not a single finger was cut off. It's truly a rare sight, a rare sight indeed."
He has publicly stood up for Class 6) before they succeed. If the people of Class 6) don't acknowledge him in the future, he'll have to consider whether... Never mind, if that really happens, he'll take responsibility for stirring up public opinion.
Others: "..."
Damn, although I hate to admit it, that's really how it is, and Patrick wasn't wrong.
Although those around Patrick felt that what Patrick said was true in principle, they secretly raised alarm bells in their hearts at that moment.
The crowd behind Patrick exchanged glances silently, then chimed in, pretending to be convinced by Patrick and maintaining a facade of harmony and calm.
"Yeah, this is the election with the most people from Class 6 we've ever participated in. I wonder if anyone will break this record in the future? But for now, we're still here, so it's safest to make any promises at this time."
"Tch, the cameras are still rolling, so many eyes are watching, what's there to be afraid of? In my opinion, the reason we're safe now is because we're with certain people. It'll probably be dangerous once we leave."
"Keep your voice down, they're coming too."
"Tsk, let's go, let's go, what bad luck."
"..."
To facilitate the interviews, all other exits were temporarily closed, and all members of the candidate group could only leave from the same place. The group from Class 6), who were being interviewed as they walked, quickly closed the distance with Patrick and the others under escort.
The students in Class 6) were used to maintaining a highly focused state of mind with sharp ears and eyes in all kinds of environments. Naturally, they heard most of what the group of seniors said and took in their undisguised and obvious expressions of disdain.
"..."
(Class 6 6 kept moving forward. Their gentle tone and facial expressions remained unchanged as they walked. However, when they took a moment to look at each other in their busy schedules, their eyes were filled with silent complaints about Patrick and the others.
'They were so loud, did they think we were deaf? And they deliberately stopped, what else could it be but a ploy to make sure we could hear them?'
'Once the situation became clear, the crickets on the other side kept looking at us, clearly indicating they thought we were blind.'
"..."
'As expected of the senior who's been provoking the newcomers from beginning to end, despite being repeatedly defeated, they haven't given up yet. In this matter, they've shown some backbone.'
Thinking of this, as Class 6) passed Patrick and the others who had stopped in their tracks, many people looked at Patrick and the others with a hint of admiration.
As Patrick watched a group of people from Class 6 walk past him with a large group of media, they didn't forget to keep casting provocative glances at them. The people standing around Patrick twitched in anger, and in the brief exchange of glances, they gave a friendly greeting to the ancestors of the group from Class 6.
Despite belonging to the same candidate group, Class 6) was surrounded and escorted away in a grand manner, leaving them standing alone in the same spot, ignored by everyone except for the various filming equipment still flying overhead.
I really want to go in, let the wind blow, and make a fallen leaf swirl in front of them.
[ (Class 6: Wow, I really admire the indomitable spirit of the seniors.]
The seasoned veterans:? Always provoking! Laughing so hard they've gotten rich! When will both sides put aside their past grievances and sit down to communicate calmly? (laughing and crying)
[Impossible, absolutely impossible. Haven't you noticed? Everyone on the candidate team except for Class 6 has a lot of messy grudges with every single person from Class 6 in the candidate team. Even without this incident, they were already emotionally repulsed by each other, with a barrier between them. It's like in a comic book, we're in God's- eye view, so we can clearly know the characters' psychological activities and won't misunderstand them. We know their psychological changes with every step they take. But they don't have God's- eye view, so it's easy for them to misunderstand each other. (shrugs)]
[Wait a minute, we haven't seen Boss Su 'Boss Su inner thoughts yet. Our understanding of the purpose behind each of his actions is based entirely on our own speculation. Don't you think it's possible... we've misunderstood what Boss Su was trying to express many times?]
[What nonsense! Nobody knows 1king better than us fans! No arguments allowed!]
[This further illustrates the "outsider" nature of the God Su. As we all know, comics and novels are full of time travelers. I've long suspected that the God Su might have traveled from a comic book to the real world, making him the only exception in the comics. So the question is, from which timeline did the God Su travel? Could it be our Real World?]
[We live in the Real World as we see ourselves, but in other worlds, we might also be living in a comic book or novel world... I'm dizzy, it's like a nested doll. Anyway, my former roommate really does share the same name as the God Su, but he's definitely not my roommate. He went abroad; you can tell from his WeChat Moments updates that he's traveling to various countries. When the God Su appeared in the comic, my roommate was still updating his WeChat Moments.]
[Perhaps... your roommate knows you suspected him and had someone else update his social media posts to mislead you?]
[Are you kidding me? My roommate is incredibly aloof; there's absolutely no way she'd do something so pointless. I've thought of a way to verify this: given the average lifespan of seventy years in our world, if I'm still alive decades later, I'll see if the God Su of God Su appears in the sequel to this comic, and whether its appearance has changed. If it hasn't changed...]
[Got it, I'm twenty, time to jump in and wait!]
[I'm sixteen, and I've already set up countless reminders on my phone, in my diary, in my notebook... everywhere else I can! Follow me on my profile, and I'll make sure you get a notification!]
Qin Su: "..."
Driven by their curiosity, netizens have an inexhaustible supply of energy every day. Fortunately, according to his plan, in order to maintain his Life Points, he will appear in his current state when the Federation faces certain crises; otherwise, his status as a "god" who has been forcibly created would be in jeopardy.
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At midnight on June 1st, the Federation announced the results of the lottery drawn by the Governors of each planet on planets other than their own.
At 00:1, based on the previous speeches, citizens of various planets voted to select a vice president and a presidential candidate from among the ten members of their respective planets chosen by their Governors from the candidate pool.
At midnight on June 2nd, the presidential and vice-presidential candidate teams were announced based on the votes.
[Looking around, no matter which candidate group it is, there are so many people from Class 6. What is this? Are they fighting each other?]
Looking at the few people outside of Class 6 who could be counted on one hand, I felt sorry for them. I wondered if they ever felt the suffocating embarrassment of accidentally crawling into the blankets of someone from Class 6.
[I suspect everyone put so many people from Class 6) in just to see them fight like dogs.]
[You're the dog!]
On June 3, the Executive and Governors of each planet will vote to select the vice president from the pool of candidates, and the results will be announced on the same day.
At 8:00 AM on June 6th, countless members of the Federation Joint Council gathered at the Atopulai Palace from various planets to participate in the presidential election.
With about an hour left before the meeting was scheduled to begin, some members of the council arrived early, while others lingered in the long, wide white corridor, pacing back and forth anxiously, or standing beside the huge pillars, frequently opening their Optical Brain under the cover of the stone pillars, or gathering in small groups to probe each other.
At 8:30, the broadcast sounded, and the chatter of the crowd temporarily ceased. All eyes turned to the presidential candidate group, who emerged from the same room and walked together through the corridor toward the parliament hall, following the broadcast. Some smiled, while others remained expressionless as they made eye contact with the members of the presidential candidate group.
At this point, most people's attention was focused on He Muzhi, one of the presidential candidates. He Muzhi responded to every glance directed at him with a flawless social smile, but in his heart he was thinking about what Patrick had sent to Lin Yin not long ago.
[Why hasn't the God Su appeared yet at this hour?]
[Look closely, why are those people who used to vote for Patrick looking at him so fiercely? Aren't they all in the same boat? Did they have a falling out? How could Patrick dare to provoke them at a time like this?]
[Their brows were so furrowed when they looked at He Muzhi, they could probably trap a fly in them. Tsk tsk, I bet these people definitely won't vote for He Muzhi.]
[Am I the only one curious why so many councilors keep looking at their Optical Brain? They've already been shown, so why are the cameras always so far away and not focused on their Optical Brain?]
A minute later, as the group of candidates disappeared from sight, the previously quiet atmosphere was once again broken by a series of sounds.
"Look at Patrick's expression, could it be... you received it too?"
I don't understand what you're saying.
"... Alright, have you noticed that 90% of the people here check their Optical Brain frequently, much more often than before? Do you think they're hiding something from us?"
"I don't know, why don't you go ask?" The person who answered thought of Patrick's betrayal and seemed lost in a daze, utterly indifferent to life.
"... There's no need for me to ask you." The person who asked rolled their eyes and turned to walk towards the others. "Fine, I can't connect with you. I'll go ask myself."