Corrupted Cemetery

A series of chain reactions and changes that defied all reason had made many seemingly ordinary things feel like a dream!

But the bigger the commotion, the more people it drew in!

At least as far as Cao Meng, a programmer, knew, in just the previous day alone, a substantial fraction—perhaps even the vast majority—of the younger colleagues at his company had already submitted that application, more or less on the sly!

Only the relatively older people, who knew less about it, might not have been quite so eager!

Extrapolate that to the region, the whole of society, and even the entire world, and it was impossible to say just how many people had entered this draw that selected "ten thousand people a day"—

At this point, all he could do was pray, just as countless others were doing at that very moment, begging heaven for a miracle—a miracle that would give him that opportunity again.

As the appointed time approached, a nearby colleague saw how restless he was and chuckled. "Meng De, judging by the look of you, you filled that thing out too, didn't you?"

He pointed to his phone. Nothing more needed to be said.

"Take it as it comes. Worrying won't help. Relax a little. Who knows how many people are waiting for the results right now?"

"The odds are probably pretty slim anyway. No need to get so worked up."

As modern workers in the computer industry, they were relatively receptive to new things like this.

After all, working with computers was usually a young person's game, and most people in the industry weren't very old.

Hearing this, Cao Meng, whom his acquaintances often jokingly called "Meng De" because of his name, forced himself to settle down a little. He simply got up and fetched