When the Time Comes, Heaven and Earth Will Lend Their Strength!

The Zhao residence well.

Secret Base, Floor 39, in the meeting hall.

A group of white-haired elders were discussing the parties involved in the "Fuxi Cell" and the "Silver-Eyed Incident."

"What's with all this deliberation? Hesitating and shrinking back—it's pointless!"

Academician Zhao Hongyun slammed the table, his voice like a booming bell: "If you ask me, Yan Anqing is a pillar of talent, a loyal servant of the nation. If we don't give him important roles, value him, and promote him, that's what truly chills people's hearts!"

Hearing Academician Zhao's words, a few elders beside him seemed quite moved, nodding slightly in agreement.

"I disagree!"

An old man with a crew cut snorted coldly and stood up.

He had a commanding presence, like a tiger perched or an eagle surveying, his brilliant golden pupils gleaming with a cold light, full of imposing aura—he too was a Golden-Eyed.

"Young people need to be tempered thoroughly!"

"I admit Yan Anqing has talent and ability."

"Precisely because of that, we should let him grind away at the grassroots for over a decade. Force growth, and if we ruin him, who takes responsibility?!"

"These young folks today have unstable minds. Gaining fame young easily leads them astray, becoming overambitious and arrogant."

"For Yan Anqing, what he needs most now is to solidify his foundation, learn more, and accumulate experience!"

"If you ask me, you're setting Yan Anqing up for a fall! You're harming him, trying to make him the second 'Fang Zhongyong'!"

Wang Anshi's "The Prodigy Fang Zhongyong" had long been included in China's compulsory education textbooks.

The story of a genius burdened by fame, ultimately falling to mediocrity, was well-known to everyone.

Hearing the crew-cut elder's words, those present seemed to waver in hesitation.

What he said...

Did make sense.

At this, Zhao Hongyun's face flushed red, his beard bristling with anger as he raised his voice: "Old Li! You're just opposing for the sake of opposing! We can't bring personal feelings into official matters!"

"Blood Moon, Golden-Eyed Syndrome, and now a Silver-Eyed whose hair turned from white to black—this is a brand-new era! What does the discovery of Fuxi Cells mean?"

"A leap in biotech no less than the Industrial Revolution! Any country that falls behind on this front might end up lagging and getting beaten!"

"For a talent like Yan Anqing, what's wrong with an exceptional promotion?"

"Don't give me that 'Fang Zhongyong' crap! That was Wang Anshi borrowing a name to write a fictional story! He just didn't like a kid's poetry—never mind how old Fang Zhongyong was back then!"

"Fang Zhongyong later didn't take the imperial exams or become an official; he became a farmer. So what? People have different aspirations—look down on farming? 'All trades are base, only scholarship is noble'?"

"Without farmers growing crops, what would he eat? What right does he have to ruin someone's reputation? A scholar's superiority complex? Pfft! Stinks of feudal-era decay!"

"Even setting that aside, Yan Anqing's first research result could change the world—his luck is exceptional. If you want to compare him to historical figures, at least pick a fitting one!"

"Fine! If you won't, I'll do it for you!"

Zhao Hongyun grew more agitated, his neck turning bright red: "Lu Ban, Mo Di, Zhang Heng, Ma Jun, Zu Chongzhi, Zhuge Liang, Shen Kuo, Bi Sheng..."

Initially, his fondness for Yan Anqing was just because he thought the young man had good luck.

But Yan Anqing had produced ten papers on "Super-Energy Cavity Structure" and "Fuxi Cells" in just half a month.

That was no longer just a matter of luck.

Talent and fortune combined!

A talent like that was destined to go down in history!

As one of Yan Anqing's guides, Zhao Hongyun felt a share of the glory.

His opponent, Old Li—full name Li Yanhuang—was also a Golden-Eyed.

Some time ago, a few reckless young scientists at the Moju Department, desperate for research materials, had the audacity to approach Li Yanhuang asking for blood, urine, semen, and muscle tissue samples.

Zhao Hongyun could fully understand Li Yanhuang's bias against young scientists.

But he would never allow anyone to suppress Yan Anqing with personal feelings!

Hearing Zhao Hongyun's words, the elders at the meeting exchanged glances, their expressions quite moved.

Lately, a "theory of fortune" had become popular.

The term "fortune" originated from Shen Kuo's "Dream Pool Essays" of the Northern Song Dynasty.

"Even the minor ailments of the masses follow the ebb and flow of fortune."

Why did China's Golden-Eyed happen to have one per province?

Over in America, it seemed one Golden-Eyed appeared per five states.

Japan had only two in total!

South Korea didn't have a single one!

North Korea was luckier, with one Golden-Eyed.

Science couldn't explain this phenomenon, so people could only attribute it to "fortune."

Speaking of fortune...

Our nation's fortune is just too good, isn't it?

Some elders connected this to the "first Silver Pupil Incident."

Why did Shang Yin change at that exact moment, right when he said to Yan Anqing, "The world is focused on you," and become a Silver Pupil?

This could well be circumstantial evidence.

Not long after, Academician Zhao Hongyun overruled all objections and fought for a result.

Yan Anqing's professional titles had already been promoted fast enough—in less than a month, he simultaneously held the positions of Yaoguang Special Operations Team 13 Leader and Mojuke Level 6 Researcher. Even if they spoke up, there was no way to help him advance his rank further.

Without rules, nothing can be accomplished.

Yan Anqing became Yaoguang Special Operations Team 13 Leader because he brought back three Golden-Eyed Ones in a single mission!

He became Mojuke Level 6 Researcher because he wrote ten research papers rated "Class A" and produced tangible results!

Academician Zhao Hongyun suggested going all out to package Yan Anqing, promote him nationwide, and build him into a star scientist.

It wasn't just a reward for Yan Anqing—it was also an experiment.

An experiment concerning "fortune."

As the saying goes: When the time comes, heaven and earth work together; when luck runs out, heroes are not free!

If the entire nation knew Yan Anqing, if everyone expected him to produce new achievements...

With the nation's fortune backing him, how would Yan Anqing perform?

Would his virtue fail to match his position, his persona collapsing into a mess?

Or would he withstand the pressure and produce epoch-making scientific research that drives the world wild?

It was worth looking forward to.

"Hmph."

Academician Li Yanhuang let out a cold snort, his brilliant golden pupils gleaming. "Scientists should be low-key, focused, and dedicated in silence. How can they be associated with celebrities? Utterly childish!"

Unfortunately, the decision was already made, and he was powerless to change it.

Old Li pressed his hand to his forehead and sighed.

After this, who knew how many bees and butterflies would swarm around Yan Anqing...

How would that kid react?

According to the files, Yan Anqing's current roommate was a female doctor.

At that thought, Li Yanhuang's face turned ashen.

Wretch!

All that brilliant talent wasted on romance and lust!

In reality, Yan Anqing, that straight arrow man, wasn't as depraved as Academician Li Yanhuang imagined.

He and Jiang Xinyue were perfectly innocent.

Every day, Yan Anqing spent sixteen or seventeen hours in the lab.

Pretending to work hard on research, he was actually gradually transforming the characters pre-stored in his database into "Latent Qualified" or "Silver Pupils."

When he returned to the bedroom, he'd wash up quickly and bury himself in sleep, barely ever seeing Jiang Xinyue.

That crazy girl even slept in the lab. If the rules allowed it, she'd have been willing to eat, drink, and relieve herself in there, refusing to leave until she produced results.

The time now was 11:56 PM.

Yan Anqing had just returned to the dorm when he saw a Golden-Eyed youth standing at the door, looking like he'd been waiting for a while...