Don't confiscate my citizenship

It seemed that he was aware of the audience's thoughts.

"Why do you sound so presidential to me when you say this? I know that someone at Herrom Broadcasting Company has started discussing today whether you will run for president next year..."

Leola raised her eyebrows and smiled slightly, and temporarily interrupted Lan Qi,

"Are you going to run for president?"

she asked with interest.

The question she suddenly raised seemed to be suspended in the air, causing all the audience to hold their breath.

In Lan Qi's hands, the cat boss who was pretending to be an ordinary cat was so frightened that he almost jumped!

If Lan Qi really becomes the president of the Protos Empire, then he will never dare to see Xiubao for the rest of his life!

When he became the principal, the Holy Son, and the Governor, Boss Cat really became numb step by step.

Just being the president and becoming the boss of the empire is something Boss Cat cannot accept!

Faced with this question that is both joking and serious.

Lan Qi pondered for a moment, and a trace of deep thought flashed in his emerald green eyes.

"Probably not, but I'm definitely tired of seeing Proteus being tricked."

He spoke, his voice firm, but with an inadvertent 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'm doing, I really do."

Lanci explained.

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

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

Lan Qi also showed a little knowing smile.

These laughters do not last long, they come and go as quickly as they come, like small waves lapping at the shore in the tide, leaving no trace behind but leaving only a slight echo.

Lan Qi lowered his head and smiled, but he still replied,

"I would probably not seek public office further, but I wouldn't rule it out completely. If I thought the country was going in the wrong direction, I might consider running."

Every answer he begins now triggers a subtle reaction among the audience.

Some nodded, others looked enthusiastically, recalling the deeper meaning of Rocky McCarthy's previous speeches and pondering how the man's political ambitions might change their lives and their country.

The lively interview continues.

…

the other side.

Helrom is a commercial district in the south of the city.

At half past eight in the evening, Herrom is a dazzling and energetic scene. The huge magic crystal screen billboard and lights form a flowing picture, illuminating the entire building complex as if it were daytime.

On these holographic crystal screens, the latest fashion advertisements, movie trailers of superstars and the logos of various commercial brands are shown in turn, competing with the lights of the shopping mall, and bizarre illusions dance in the air. Phantom magic and projection enchantments make people feel different. It's unclear which ones are real and which ones are fantasy.

In the bustling streets of Herrom, Hyperion and Michola walked through the noisy intersection in harmony, and the flow of people around them was like the intersection of rivers of various colors and shapes.

"Tomorrow we have another day to go out to school, and I will take you to find the man you are longing for."

Michelle suggested, carrying a shopping bag.

"okay."

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

When you come to the imperial capital of Helrom, a place where information flows with the southern part of the empire, it shouldn't be difficult to find someone with the Milford family's connections.

"Actually, I told him at the beginning that if he accidentally gets separated, just let him wait for me in the most conspicuous position. I will find him soon. I don't know if he stayed there stupidly. A prominent place has been waiting for me.”

Hyperion said as she thought about it.

"Then if he is really serious, maybe we can find him while walking around."

Mithra responded.

If this man named Rocky is really interested in his sister, then he should do his best to fulfill his promise. This is called a reliable man.

"No, no, no, he must not have any whimsical ideas. It is best to live a stable life!"

Hyperion waved her hands repeatedly.

Michula didn't understand at all. That guy's thinking mode was different from that of normal people.

"What? Is he the kind of man who will waste all the money you have saved so hard? And then continue to ask you for money?"

Michelle became suspicious again.

She was worried that her innocent sister would be deceived by a scumbag.

"That's not true...he has never asked me for money."

It was difficult for Hyperion to explain to Mithra what kind of man Lan Qi was. She would only understand when she saw him.

Just as she was about to give an example of what Ranchi might do, she felt as if she heard Ranchi's familiar speaking voice.

"...Am I hallucinating? I seem to hear his voice?"

Hyperion raised her hands to cover her head and looked around in confusion.

Even though I didn't see anything, I still felt that there was a voice from the gods in the sky, which was too mysterious.

"Sister, you really miss him too much."

Michula sighed, indeed love can make people blind,

"Wait, I think I can hear you too."

Michelle suddenly realized that there seemed 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……"

Hearing this, Hyperion's face suddenly became a little nervous.

Her heartbeat quickened as she walked toward the square in front of where the sound came from, followed by Michaela.

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

Hyperion kept chanting silently, as if praying to the goddess. Lanqi should not do anything too bizarre in the Protos Empire, and he should also understand what he said.

No matter what happened.

She must remain normal and calm.

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

All the screens in the surrounding sky were all showing the same picture, and at this moment, the sound seemed to be surrounding the shores of the crystal sea.

Michula then stopped abruptly, staring blankly at her sister whose footsteps seemed to be frozen.

I saw the always elegant sister with her mouth open, looking at the giant open-air screen, her pupils trembling, and she couldn't speak for a long time.

Michula could only look at the screen again.

On the farthest giant screen, I saw the young man with brown hair and green eyes wearing a purple suit chatting with the national host Leola.

"You said that although you had no intention of running, you believed you could win."

the host asked curiously.

The young man did not rush to answer, but let his silence hang in the air for a few seconds. This was not only respect for her question, but also to organize his thoughts.

He tilts his shoulders, smiles, looks directly at Leola, then turns to the audience, as if inviting everyone into his world of thought.

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

He began to speak, his voice carrying a sense 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, and I would say my chances of winning are very, very good."

"Because I don't know what the audience thinks, but I think people, like me, are tired of seeing the Protos Empire being deceived."

And under a giant screen in the square.

Hyperion: "Fuck!!!"

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