"Don't panic, young man. He's not very high-ranking." You Deyi patted his shoulder and comforted him.
Song He breathed a slight sigh of relief. If it was the commander of some base, that wasn't too frightening. He was probably only a division-level senior colonel—just a little intimidating, that was all.
"He's merely the commander of the newly established Space Force. Wang Wei—we all call him General Wang—is a genuine general." You Deyi opened his umbrella and stepped into the rain, clicking his tongue. "Young people these days are really something!"
"Brother Song, you've hit the jackpot! A general escorted you to the cafeteria under his umbrella. You can brag about that for half your life!" Xie Yuanxun gave him a thumbs-up, then opened his own umbrella with a bang and left.
Song He turned completely to stone, staring blankly.
The next morning, the conference room.
The aura of powerful figures was so dense it made people gasp for breath.
The first three rows were practically a nest of academicians. A large group of them sat nearby, while Song He was like a Little Orange Cat that had wandered into a pack of tigers, sitting nervously and uneasily in the corner without saying a word.
Under normal circumstances, Song He's age would have made it absolutely impossible for him to enter this circle. Looking across the conference room, everyone was an elderly scholar. Even someone like Xie Yuanxun, who had only recently started a family and career, counted as extremely young.
A young fellow like Song He sitting in the front row, with his tender skin and delicate features, looked completely out of place. Even he felt that he was far too unusual.
But some things couldn't be avoided. The meeting hadn't even begun yet. The academic immortals were chatting