"Possession by a spirit? A system?"
The old man silently repeated the four words, his brow furrowing deeper in confusion.
"It's normal that you don't understand," the highest leader waved his hand. "These are new things from the internet, appearing mostly in novels. Young people like them. It means..."
The highest leader quickly reiterated what his subordinate had said, then focused on the word "possession."
"Initially, we suspected he was possessed by another soul, but based on our observations over the past few days, both his behavior and habits are the same as before the college entrance exam. The possibility of possession is unlikely."
"However, it cannot be ruled out that the other soul absorbed his memories and perfectly mimicked his actions."
After a few seconds, allowing everyone time to digest, the highest leader dropped another bombshell.
"Based on our estimations, our little genius—Jing Mingqiu—has a more than 90% chance of obtaining a miraculous system after the college entrance exam, which is why he's able to produce so many epoch-making technologies."
The old man, being rather impatient, said, "To know if it's true, why not just call him over and ask? Even if we can't interrogate him, with all the psychology experts we employ, can't we discern a child's true thoughts?"
"Alas!" The highest leader sighed deeply. "That's precisely the problem. According to records in web novels, combined with Jing Mingqiu's previous behavior, he likely has no way to tell others that he has a system."
Hearing this answer, the old man's worried expression intensified. "Where did this system come from? Aliens, a higher civilization, or a prank by legendary deities? If its origin isn't clarified, we can't use it recklessly!"
"A black cat or a white cat, as long as it catches mice, it's a good cat," the highest leader said, tapping the table. "From the very beginning, we never pinned all our hopes on Jing Mingqiu alone. We have always maintained extreme vigilance regarding the technologies he has provided."
The old man suddenly stood up. "Mere vigilance is not enough. I propose that all these technologies be sealed until our scientists have thoroughly researched them before they are used!"
The highest leader gently shook his head. "If you don't seize opportunities bestowed by heaven, you will inevitably suffer misfortune! We are at a critical juncture in this era. If our technology is locked down by the West, the tragedy of a hundred years ago will repeat itself."
"These epoch-making technologies can rapidly enhance national strength, and we have no reason to abandon them directly. Based on analysis and background checks, Jing Mingqiu himself harbors no hostility towards the country. The only question now is, how much authority does he have within the system?"
"His sudden announcement to research gene therapies this time might be his way of communicating with us, telling us about the system's existence."
"Of course, it's also possible that he saw others being assassinated and got scared, wanting to increase his own combat power through this method. According to psychological analysis, the latter possibility is more likely."
Hearing this, many people couldn't help but chuckle.
The old man's mood also softened. He stroked his chin. "Regardless of any fortuitous encounters, he is still just a child. Fine, let's proceed as the Grand Leader suggested and observe for a while."
Thus, the discussion about Jing Mingqiu temporarily came to a close.
Completely unaware that the highest leadership of Long Country had already uncovered his secrets, Jing Mingqiu, after conveying his wish for a biological laboratory to Feng Weiguo, took the newly made transformable drone to play with Mo Ruixue.
Mo Ruixue was overjoyed to receive Jing Mingqiu's gift. She grabbed his hand and asked him to teach her how to control the drone.
During the lesson, there was bound to be physical contact. As the drone flew higher and higher, their movements became increasingly intimate.
Chasing the drone to a corner of the campus, they sat side-by-side on the nearby lawn.
Mo Ruixue shifted her body, looked at Jing Mingqiu's profile, and said very seriously, "A Qiu, you watched the dance at the welcoming party through the drone, so that doesn't count. You sit here and don't move, and I'll pick another song for you."
"Okay, I'll play the accompaniment. What song will you dance to?" Jing Mingqiu took out his phone, ready to launch the drone, when Mo Ruixue suddenly ran back in small steps, staring intently at him.
"No, no recording! This time, I'll only dance for you."
A unique feeling surfaced in Jing Mingqiu's heart. He nodded firmly, "Alright! I'll only play the music, no recording."
As the beautiful music began, Mo Ruixue lightly tapped her toes and started dancing.
Jing Mingqiu sat on the side, watching Mo Ruixue with unwavering attention. It was the first time he had ever watched someone dance with such focus.
However, it was unclear whether he was mesmerized by the dance itself or by the person dancing.
When the song ended, Mo Ruixue, covered in sweat, returned to Jing Mingqiu's side, pretending to be exhausted, and nestled into his arms, listening to his heartbeat and softly acting spoiled.
"So tired! A Qiu, I want a late-night snack. Your treat..."
Jing Mingqiu declared grandly, "Okay, let's go to the snack street. Whatever you want to eat, just take it!"
Hand in hand, they went to the snack street. They browsed and ate their way along, showering onlookers with "dog food," and on this very night, they officially established their relationship as a couple!
Over the next week, Jing Mingqiu's university life gradually settled into a routine.
During the day, he attended classes with Mo Ruixue, casually showing affection.
At night, he went to the workshop to tinker with things, earning research points. Occasionally, he visited the "black room" to resolve difficult issues that experts and professors encountered while building new electric motors.
With the highest leader assigning Zhong Nian and Academician Song Shiyan to guide him, the progress on the electric motor production was rapid. It was expected to be ready for mass production in three weeks at most.
Jing Mingqiu's plan for achieving his goals through indirect means was nearing completion, but he was now facing another problem.
As the name "Dance Department" implies, it involves dancing. Jing Mingqiu had never learned to dance before. He chose the dance department primarily because there were many female students there, and after obtaining his system, he no longer worried about his post-graduation employment.
Now that classes had started and dance lessons were required, Jing Mingqiu was in a panic.
Putting aside the complex dance moves, even a simple leg stretch to open his hip flexors made him groan in pain.
The university's dance teachers were experienced and knew how to help adult students open their hip flexors, but the pain during the process of stretching one's legs would not be reduced in the slightest.
Even though there were many visually pleasing girls around him, all wearing white dance socks and pink practice clothes, and Mo Ruixue was also there, showing concern and sharing her experience, the agony of feeling like he was being torn in half did not lessen even a bit!
After two classes of struggle, Jing Mingqiu didn't even have the strength to stand up. Supported by Mo Ruixue back to the dormitory, he disregarded the secrecy protocol and directly took out a satellite phone from under his pillow, calling Feng Weiguo...