"Hmm?" Qi was slightly stunned and looked in the direction of the car radio.
Ming leaned over and turned up the volu of the car radio.
"It seems soone installed a communications device from the Revolutionary Army in this car in advance. This is internal communication from the Revolutionary Army."
"Who is she? Her voice sounds so familiar."
Ming said, "We’ve t her twice."
The young man was always sensitive to voices. As a product of the ’White Room Plan’, he had lived in a completely silent environnt for a long ti to strengthen their synesthetic center. The plan’s original purpose was to cultivate a batch of bionics capable of handling complex work in high-risk, high-pressure environnts, essentially genius-level, versatile bionics.
If nothing unexpected happened, he would have beco an engineer deep inside ultradeep drilling operations.
But the unexpected happened. Subsequently, the leader of Firefly called off the plan, citing difficulties in controlling bionics and high Awakening risks. At that ti, a congressman, wanting to win the election, exposed the event and promised to care for and assist the children of the ’White Room Plan’ once in office.
Under public pressure, the children of the ’White Room Plan’ were not imdiately eliminated but were assigned to families of various sizes, and Ming was one of those ’geniuses.’
Later on, those ’geniuses’ who did not pass the risk evaluation were still cleared but it was done through proper destruction procedures; any signs of an Awakening were discovered, and RoboCops were called to clear it, leaving no stain on the human congressman.
He had hidden himself well.
In the ’White Room Plan’, he was a diocre C-level genius, the lowest level of genius. This kind of genius could only eat cheap nutritional paste, living in a barren, undecorated white house.
anwhile, those A-level geniuses lived together in a luxuriously furnished mansion, could even have curtains and communicate with the outside world, receiving a considerable sum each month to purchase things they fancy.
Whenever night fell and everything was quiet, the scene of the White Room Garden would appear before Ming’s eyes: he stood in front of that mansion, while many expressionless children walked past him, inside the mansion was full of laughter, where beautifully dressed girls in exquisite doll dresses, looking like little princesses, sat and chatted with their peers.
At such tis, Ming would think that the difference between diocrity and genius is that a diocre person smiles and ruins sothing, while a genius does it with a straight face.
And the genius of geniuses would smile and accomplish sothing.
Ming looked out the window; the city flickered in the reflection of the fire, artillery fire montarily paused, and raindrops lightly tapped the car window, andering down.
Inside the car, silence briefly fell, the car radio was still playing Revolutionary Army internal communications, and the temperature control system whirred, blowing cold air as a girl fiddled with buttons, complaining on her own, occasionally heavy armored vehicles would pass by on both sides.
Ming was not deliberately hiding himself; he genuinely was just an ordinary person and wanted only to be an ordinary person.
In the geniuses’ tests, any problem that didn’t have a clue within thirty seconds, he chose to give up on and never tried again. Hearing peers discuss profound topics, he would never participate.
Because he was well aware of the gap between diocrity and genius and had the self-awareness that a diocre person could never beco a genius. A true genius would never hide their light, willing to beco diocre.
Bluntly speaking, in front of those high-IQ guys, a diocre person was no different from a hairless monkey. They could laugh and talk with you because you wore decent clothes.
Who wouldn’t want to eat sothing good, wear sothing nice, and occasionally satisfy the fantasies of adolescence to develop healthily?
Ming sighed lightly.
But a diocre person is just that.
He was the genius among the diocre.
In the end, when the White Room Plan collapsed, he watched those geniuses who used to laugh and play every day being rudely escorted away, while so could not leave the White Room when the bell tolled, like a white dove fallen in a bloodied pool. The straight-faced geniuses lined up neatly and left.
Only at that ti did the positions of diocrity and genius seem briefly reversed.
Fortunately, he was later sent to a relatively liberal family, living the life he used to want: eating jam bread, drinking coffee, reading the newspaper, and most importantly, his world finally had color.
Ming looked to the girl beside him, still chattering and complaining.
It was no longer a lifeless white.
He passed the danger level test smoothly and wasn’t destroyed.
Because the person who ca to test him was also a genius, an A-level genius. With just a glance, that person confird that he had no possibility of Awakening.
Ming fiddled with the black box in his hand.
Indeed, a diocre person is just that, in the eyes of a genius, like a plucked monkey, seen through at a glance.
"What’s wrong, reminiscing again?" Qi said, patting the car radio.
"You still haven’t told who she is?"
"Princess."
Upon hearing the na, Qi’s mind conjured the image of a golden-haired girl. The girl had twice narrowly brushed past her and ’borrowed’ her blade at the Night Rose Sea.
Although the girl returned a vehicle as agreed, it was clearly not her original one.
"I really can’t understand what she’s thinking."
"I ntioned before, right? There are many confusing black boxes in the city to mislead Hera, correct?" Ming said.
"Yes," Qi answered.
"Having all transport team mbers gather at Mu Yaoyin, I think, is because things have gotten troubleso, soone wants to intercept the black box, so she needs to muddy the waters completely."
"Finding a needle in a haystack is difficult, with many variables; this isn’t sothing calculations alone can accomplish."
"So why not just keep the person with the real black box away from Mu Yaoyin?" Qi was puzzled.
"Perhaps it’s out of..." Ming pondered, finally nodding solemnly, "dignity?"
"Our car radio’s information is delayed. This is information from at least an hour ago."
Ming looked out at the cooperating advancing troops, roughly estimating the ti through their interactions.
"Since soone wants to intercept the black box at Mu Yaoyin, it ans the enemy knows the real black box will be transported to Mu Yaoyin, and that was an hour ago."
"We’re the ones heading to Mu Yaoyin."
At that mont, Qi’s mind went blank with disbelief as she looked at the young man and the black box in his hand, slowly widening her eyes.
She heard the implication in the young man’s words.
"What should we do next?" Qi said, at a loss.
Taken by surprise, the burden suddenly placed on her, the tension left her unsure of what to do.
"Since she wants to muddy the waters, make the enemy unable to find the black box, then we will make the one real black box among a thousand also beco fake."
"We leave Mu Yaoyin."
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