It seemed they had sensed what the audience was thinking.

"Doesn't what you're saying sound like a presidential candidate? I know Hellorum Broadcasting Company already has people discussing whether you'll run for president next year..."

Leola raised her eyebrows slightly, a hint of a smile on her face, interrupting Lan Qi for a moment.

"Will you run for president?"

She asked with great interest.

The question she suddenly raised hung in the air, causing all the viewers to hold their breath.

And in Lan Qi's hand, the Cat Boss, who had been pretending to be an ordinary cat, was so frightened that he almost jumped up!

If Lan Qi really became president in the Protoss Empire, then he would never dare to see Hugh again in his life!

He had been a principal, a holy son, a governor, and Cat Boss had become numb to it all.

But becoming president, becoming the boss of the empire, Cat Boss couldn't accept it!

Faced with this serious question disguised as a joke.

Lan Qi pondered for a moment, a trace of contemplation flashing in his emerald green eyes.

"Probably not, but I'm really tired of seeing the Protoss being swindled."

He spoke, his voice firm, but with an unintentional sense of helplessness.

"Why don't you want to run?"

Leola asked again.

"I just don't think I have any intention of running for president. I love what I do now, I really do."

Lan Qi explained.

"Maybe if you were a little more ambitious... there would be no woman in this world who could keep up with you? You still want to leave a little bit of life and time for the people around you, right?"

Leola's words caused a burst of laughter from the audience.

Lan Qi also showed a knowing smile.

These bursts of laughter were not long-lasting, coming and going quickly, like small waves gently lapping against the shore, leaving no trace, only a slight echo.

Lan Qi lowered his head and smiled wryly, but he still answered,

"I may not seek further public office, but I'm not completely ruling it out. If I think the country is heading in the wrong direction, I might consider running."

Every answer he gave now caused subtle reactions among the audience.

Some nodded, some looked fervent, reviewing the deep meaning of Locke McCarthy's previous series of speeches, and thinking about how the political ambitions of this figure might change their lives and their country.

The interview, with its heated atmosphere, continued.

……

On the other side.

The business district in the south of Hellorum.

At 8:30 in the evening, Hellorum was a dazzling and vibrant sight. Huge magic crystal billboards and lights formed a flowing picture, illuminating the entire building complex like daylight.

On these holographic crystal screens, the latest fashion advertisements, movie trailers of superstars, and logos of various commercial brands were shown in turn, competing with the lights of the shopping malls, and bizarre illusions danced in the air. Illusion magic and projection enchantments made it impossible to tell what was real and what was illusory.

On this bustling street in Hellorum, Hyperion and Mishulla walked in harmony through the bustling intersection, the flow of people around them like rivers of various colors and shapes merging.

"We have one more day to go out of school tomorrow. I'll take you to find the man you've been thinking about."

Mishulla suggested, carrying shopping bags.

"Okay, sure."

Hyperion wanted to refute, but the more she refuted at this time, the deeper Mishulla's misunderstanding would become.

Having come to the imperial capital of Hellorum, a place where information flowed with the southern part of the empire, it shouldn't be difficult to find someone with the relationship of the Milford family.

"Actually, I told him before, if we accidentally got separated, just have him stand in the most conspicuous place and wait for me. I'll find him soon. I wonder if he's been waiting傻傻for me in a conspicuous place." (Shasha: foolishly)

Hyperion said, reminiscing.

"Well, if he really has the intention, maybe we'll find him while we're shopping around."

Mishulla replied.

If this man named Locke really cared about her sister, then he should do his best to fulfill his promise. That's what a reliable man is.

"No, no, no, he must not have fanciful ideas. A stable life is the best!"

Hyperion waved her hands repeatedly.

Mishulla simply didn't understand that that guy's way of thinking was different from normal people.

"What? Is he the kind of man who would squander all the money you worked so hard to save? And then keep asking you for money?"

Mishulla became suspicious again.

She was very worried that her pure sister would be deceived by a渣男(zhā nán: scumbag).

"No, it's not like that... he never asked me for money."

It was difficult for Hyperion to explain to Mishulla what kind of man Lan Qi was. Only when Mishulla met him would she understand.

Just as she was about to give examples of what Lan Qi might do, she felt as if she heard Lan Qi's familiar voice.

"...Am I hallucinating? I think I heard his voice?"

Hyperion raised her hand to cover her head, looking around in confusion.

She didn't see anything, but she felt that this feeling of divine transmission from the sky was too mysterious.

"Sister, you really miss him too much."

Mishulla sighed. As expected, love makes people blind.

"Wait, I think I can hear the voice you're talking about too."

Mishulla suddenly realized that there did seem to be a male voice echoing in the business district, coming from the buildings on the edge of the square in the distance.

"No way..."

Hyperion heard this and her face became a little nervous.

Her heartbeat quickened with her pace as she walked towards the square where the sound was coming from, with Mishulla following behind.

"There shouldn't be a problem, maybe I heard it wrong, or maybe..."

Hyperion kept mumbling, as if praying to the goddess, Lan Qi shouldn't do anything too outrageous in the Protoss Empire, and he should have understood what she said back then.

No matter what happened.

She must keep a calm mind, and she must be calm.

Until Hyperion walked out of the corner and came to the open central square of the business district.

All the screens in the sky around were showing the same picture, and at this moment, the voice was like echoing around the shores of the crystal sea.

Mishulla suddenly stopped and stared blankly at her sister, whose feet seemed to be fixed to the ground.

She saw her usually elegant sister opening her mouth, looking at the open-air giant screen, her eyes trembling, and she couldn't say a word for a long time.

Mishulla could only look at the screen again.

She saw the brown-haired, green-eyed youth in a purple suit talking eloquently with the national-level host Leola on the giant screen in the distance.

"You say, although you have no intention of running, you believe you can win."

The host asked curiously.

The young man was in no hurry to answer, but let his silence hang in the air for a few seconds, both out of respect for her question and to organize his thoughts.

He tilted his shoulders, smiled slightly, looked directly at Leola, and then turned to the audience, as if inviting everyone into his world of thought.

"I don't really know either, but I think I can win. Let me tell you, I rarely fail in my life."

He began to speak, his voice with a kind of confidence and calmness,

"If I were inclined to run for president, I think I would have a better chance of being favored by everyone. I would say that my chances of winning are very, very high."

"Because although I don't know what the audience is thinking, I think people are as tired as I am of seeing the Protoss Empire being swindled."

And under the circle of giant screens in the square.

Hyperion: "F**k!!!"

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