Actually, reading scripts at the school radio station and making announcements on the local cosmic channel weren't all that different. Essentially, both were just lost-and-found notices. With that thought in mind, Hao Ren maintained a calm state of mind and swiftly uploaded the images.
Fortunately, he had made preparations back in the Dream Plane. He had left behind a great deal of visual material while searching for that spaceship, including both exterior shots and interior schematics. There was even a short video clip: a snapshot taken when Lily had charged toward the breach in the spaceship, waving both claws. This material should help the various civilization circles identify the spaceship's origin. By now, more and more participants had flooded into the channel, including examiners scattered throughout the universe and spokespeople from the various civilization circles. Hao Ren could easily tell them apart, not only because every spokesperson's name had a special suffix, but also because of their different ways of speaking. Most civilization-circle spokespeople were accustomed to speaking in a very orthodox, official, and rigid manner. As representatives of their respective civilization circles, most of them were elderly civil servants. As employees of their authorities, they had already made this rigid way of speaking an ironclad rule for diplomatic negotiations—especially when facing a behemoth like the Xiling Empire. The examiners, on the other hand, spoke much more casually. Hao Ren thought about his own situation and decided that this was Raven 12345's usual standard for selecting talent: find someone whose wavelength matched hers—a moron...
How tragic. In order to take a jab at his superior, Hao Ren had to admit that he was a moron.
The Data Terminal helped monitor the information in all the public channels. Some of the channels were managed by the Empire, while the others were