Steam Turbine Group residential compound.
After parting ways with Chen Shouyi, Song Tingting trudged home, crestfallen. She was like a salted fish with its backbone pulled out, looking utterly listless—yet she also seemed to glimpse hope for a last-minute comeback, a faint fire flickering in her eyes.
Hmph. Even kissing doesn't mean much. What kind of girlfriend is that?
She took her keys from her little bag and opened the door. The moment she did, she jumped in fright, nearly pulling back the foot she had just stepped forward.
Her parents were both sitting in the living room, their eyes fixed on her.
"Why are you back so soon?" Song Qiran asked.
Is this really my biological father?
"Dad, it's almost ten. Of course I came back. I have classes tomorrow."
"Did Chief Chen bring you home?" Zhang Jingyi asked curiously.
"He did! Mom, Dad, I'm going to my room. I just remembered I haven't finished my homework." As Song Tingting spoke, she slipped toward her room and soon shut the door with a bang.
"That girl— I was asking you a question," Zhang Jingyi complained. "She's always like this."
July 30.
The sky was gloomy and gray.
The multinational leaders' conference had been going on for a full half month.
Chen Shouyi came to the capital once more to cast the final vote on the decisions that would determine humanity's future.
There wasn't much room for discussion or debate, really. Whatever humanity chose, it would be caught between two impossible options. In the end, they decided to advance on both fronts: concentrate all of humanity's resources on developing aerospace technology, while also striving to improve the physical fitness of the entire human race.
To face the crises of the future.
Hua City, capital of the Holy Alliance Nation.
Inside