Ye Jin: A Flash in the Pan?
The main image on the big screen changed.
A long-haired professor in his fifties appeared on the screen.
He was Chase, a human behavior research expert at Harvard University.
He was one of the expert commentators specially invited by the production team.
The host put aside much of his casual manner when facing him. After all, this was a distinguished professor from one of the world's top universities.
"Hello, Professor Chase."
"Hello to you too, host!"
Professor Chase looked every bit the scholar. He smiled at him and spoke gently.
Brian asked respectfully:
"Professor Chase, we invited you to join our livestream specifically because we hoped you could explain, from the perspective of human behavior research, why Ye Jin has undergone such a drastic change."
"According to our information, Ye Jin is neither a race car driver nor a wingsuit pilot."
"But judging from the livestream just now, there are many changes in Ye Jin that we can't understand. Those two in particular seem to go beyond the limits of human understanding."
Professor Chase listened to everything he had to say with a serious expression.
His eyes grew thoughtful.
He looked at the information in his hands and said:
"My team and I just conducted a series of studies and analyses, and even made some brainwave models."
"Since we can't detect the brainwaves in Ye Jin's head, our conclusions may be somewhat inaccurate."
"But we have always believed that people can unleash incredible strength in desperate situations and do things ordinary people would struggle to accomplish."
"This burst can manifest in many ways: thought, physical ability, strength, speed, and so on."
"..."
The viewers grew thoughtful too.
They had heard of this theory before.
It had once been all the rage online.
They had heard of a mother who ran a hundred meters in under nine seconds to catch her child as the child fell from a building.
She broke the world record.
But when she was tested again, she couldn't come close to that speed, no matter how hard she tried.
They had also heard of someone who, after reading a book tens of thousands of Chinese characters long, recited it word for word without a single mistake.
An hour later, he couldn't remember any of it.
Ailiya asked, "Professor Chase, as you said, Ye Jin displayed such astonishing abilities in a desperate situation. But why haven't other people shown the same changes when they've found themselves in equally desperate situations?"
"Could Ye Jin also be a flash in the pan?"
Viewers from the other participating countries turned their attention to him.
They were eager to know too.
"My great Night Cherry Country has always carried on the spirit of Bushido. Why didn't we unleash the power of the samurai in a desperate situation?"
"And my Rose of Sharon Country has always been the origin of the universe. All the world's cultures originated in Rose of Sharon Country, so logically, our people should be the most outstanding."
"The Rose of Sharon Country commenter above has no shame. My pharaoh, whose magic knows no bounds on the banks of the Nile River, could wipe out your Stick Country in minutes."
"Little Peacock Country, even your pharaohs' tombs were handed down from my Rose of Sharon Country. We still have the prototypes of your pyramids in Rose of Sharon Country today."
The comments section erupted into another argument.
Professor Chase ignored those clownish troublemakers.
He looked at Ailiya as though she were an idiot.
"We haven't been able to obtain everyone's brainwaves, so we can't make a determination. But we believe it has to do with genetics."
"Different people naturally have different potential hidden in their genes, so naturally their performances differ as well."
"As for Ye Jin, I can't offer a conclusion."
There were things he hadn't said outright.
That was just to let them save a little face.
How could all people be the same?
He wasn't from Sea Eagle Country, so he didn't need to kiss up to them and say nice things to make Sea Eagle Country look good.
To put it bluntly, their genes weren't good enough.
The viewers from Nine Domains Nation were delighted.
The viewers from the other countries were practically about to explode.
Wasn't he obviously pointing a finger at them and insulting them?
Just as they were itching to show off their typing speed in the comments section,
Brian also noticed that the atmosphere was off. Cold sweat streamed down his forehead as he switched the feed.
"Thank you, Professor Chase, for your wonderful insights. We'll see you next time."
The screen changed to Ye Jin's feed.
He had reached the hotel entrance. After locking up the electric scooter, he went straight upstairs and returned to his room.
Ye Jin yawned and opened the door to his room.
It was a luxury suite, fully furnished with everything he needed.
Besides the bedroom and living room, it had a study, a tea room, a kitchen, a large balcony, and everything else.
It was just like a home.
Ye Jin looked around the place where he was now living.
It was so much better than the place he had rented before.
He silently guessed that such a large room had to cost at least a thousand yuan a night!
He really didn't know why the person who had rescued him and brought him back had been so willing to spend the money.
If he ever got to meet him, he would have to thank him.
But this place belonged to him now.
From now on, this was his home.
He lay on the soft, spacious bed, gazing at the ceiling and listening to the birds singing outside, his mind turning over many things.
The place he was in turned out to be an island.
Although he still didn't know exactly where he was, all the buildings and everything else here indicated that he was still within the country, so he probably wasn't too far away.
No matter how comfortable it was here, he still wanted to return to the mainland.
If he could return to a familiar place, then even if the Ant Race descended a hundred days later and he died in battle, he would have no regrets.
He had other thoughts as well.
Perhaps there were still people in this world who hadn't left, and he wouldn't be quite so lonely.
Besides, he could also obtain some strategic weapons to face the Ant Race and give himself more to work with.
Every one of these things was vitally important, and his thoughts were a tangled mess.
As he thought, he closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.
When he opened his eyes again, two hours had already passed.
He had slept for two hours without realizing it.
He had slept so comfortably.
He stretched and got out of bed.
He pushed open the window. The midday sunlight filtered through the leaves and fell in a dappled pattern across the windowsill. He really wished it were all a dream.
He didn't want to be some kind of savior.
Being an ordinary person was actually pretty good too.
He turned on the sound system in the room, and Pu Shu's "The Age of Innocence" began to play softly, easing some of his sorrow.
As soon as he woke up, viewers around the world began paying attention again.
The livestream had only had a hundred million people watching him sleep.
The moment he woke up, the number in the livestream multiplied several times over.
Countless people turned their eyes to him through television, computers, and online media.
"He's awake, he's awake, he's finally awake."
"It was so boring! Finally, there's something to watch!"
"How was it boring? Don't you think he looked handsome when he was sleeping? I was practically drooling."
"..."
"Huh, where is he going? There shouldn't be any food left in the hotel, right?"
"He must be going to look for some leftovers. I hear those yellow monkeys are all spoiled rotten and can't even cook."
"Fuck, have you heard of the eight great cuisines? They're all from my Xia Country, and they're much tastier than your Western food or whatever."
"What eight great cuisines? Bullshit. I don't believe he can cook. Even if he can, all he knows how to make is stir-fried tomatoes and eggs. What's so great about that?"
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