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Sun Cheng thought for a moment and then made a call to his good friend—Old Ming.

"Old Ming, you should be almost there, right?"

"Almost there, what\'s up?" asked Old Ming, the firearms expert.

"After you arrive, I\'ll have someone give you the stuff, and you can study it on your own. I\'m swamped over here, so I won\'t be able to entertain you," Sun Cheng laughed heartily.

"You..."

Old Ming was at a loss for words.

One moment you\'re asking me to come over, the next you regret it. I\'m almost there, and now you\'re telling me to entertain myself?

What\'s the meaning of this?

"I\'ve discovered an even bigger project over here, and the old leader is also coming. You\'ll have to entertain yourself," Sun Cheng said with great amusement.

As the night grew deeper.

National Weapons Research Institute, Statistics Office.

In its spacious conference room, the lights were brightly shining, and a group of rocket launcher experts, who usually worked in seclusion, were now gathered together.

The room was noisy and bustling, like a swarm of bees buzzing incessantly.

Outside, however, not a single sound could be heard.

Therefore, those outside had no idea what they were discussing, nor did they know why they had assembled on this ordinary evening.

Only the night breeze that never rested, even deep into the night, blew by, brushing past the flowerbeds outside the meeting room. There were no blooms on the branches, just the verdant leaves swaying left and right in the wind, like a naive child nodding and shaking their head while learning poetry.

The deep blue of the night sky gradually began to change.

A faint hint of dawn\'s pale white silently emerged, growing brighter, as a shallow orange-red began to envelop the earth and also tinted the morning clouds.

...

Anling City, Linjiang Mansion.

Around eight o\'clock, Lin Chuan stretched lazily, stepped out of his room, and leisurely brushed his teeth while glancing at his cellphone.

There was an abundance of messages on the phone.

There were pretty girls offering to do laundry, game companies inviting him to try new servers and, most outrageous of all, offers of a hefty sum for procreation.

Fortunately, all were intercepted and classified as junk.

However, there was no \'finals notice.\'

That is, the preliminary results and notifications for the finals of the \'National Weapon Innovation Design Contest\' were missing, which Lin Chuan found odd.

Logically, since the blueprints were sent, it\'s unthinkable not to make it to the finals, right?

In that case, this final round must be of great importance!

Lin Chuan then glanced at his readers\' group, where a few old readers had mentioned him.

[Man, @Mr. Lin stopped writing books and sneaked off to join the weapon innovation contest!]

[Six months and still no new book!]

[Heard he published one overseas, seems like it got pirated by some \'fry\' website too.]

[If it\'s overseas and I haven\'t seen it, it means no new books have been published!]

[No way, how come the suspect @Mr. Lin has turned to explore weapons?]

[He went to blow his own trumpet; I watched his live stream early in the morning.]

[Let\'s see it!]

[...]

Sure enough, the omnipotent readers quickly shared Lin Chuan\'s live stream video, sparking wonder and amazement among everyone.

[No kidding, it does seem so.]

[He spoke professionally, certainly good at bluffing. If it were a novel, I\'d subscribe to the whole thing!]

[He mentioned that his new book is about to be published!]

[I can tell, he\'s just joining the fun.]

[Indeed, he\'s just joining the fun. The preliminary results are out now, and the policewoman from Anling has already made it to the finals.]

[What about @Mr. Lin?]

[Didn\'t see his name and work, guess he bluffed!]

[...]

"Bluffed?"

Lin Chuan frowned slightly, "It doesn\'t make sense not to even make it to the finals. Could it be that the weapon I chose was too powerful?"

After much thought, that was the only possibility left.

After all, the \'Remote Box-type Rocket Launcher\' contained many bottlenecks in technology that have not yet been broken through. If they were to follow the due process, it would probably take some time to research.

\'Ding dong ding dong.\'

At that moment, the doorbell rang.

"Who could it be so early in the morning?" Lin Chuan muttered to himself. The Little Landlady had already left early to accompany Old Zhang for a medical check-up.

He opened the door.

Upon looking, Lin Chuan was taken aback—it was a large group of people!

The Five Black Team members—Shen Qianqian, Xia Qingqing, Wang Zikai, and his girlfriend, Xue Qiqi.

"How come you\'re here?" Lin Chuan grinned and said, laughing.

Old Wang, always the most casual among them, rushed over and hugged Lin Chuan, laughing as he said, "Old Lin, it\'s been a few days, and I\'ve been missing you."

"Go away, go away."

Lin Chuan quickly pushed Old Wang off, "You\'re getting greasier by the day."

"I asked Xinxin, and you haven\'t had breakfast yet, so we bought you a beef noodle," Shen Qianqian said, handing over the beef noodles she was carrying to Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan didn\'t stand on ceremony, taking the beef noodles and placing them on the nearby dining table.

He then called out to them, "Since it\'s rare for you to come, sit down, sit down."

"It\'s not rare, I\'ll come again next time!"

Old Wang said with a shameless chuckle.

The group suddenly burst into laughter, creating a warm and harmonious atmosphere.

"Speaking of which, you came without letting me know."

Lin Chuan said with a smile.

Shen Qianqian joined the conversation, "It was a spur-of-the-moment thing."

"Whose idea was it?"

Lin Chuan\'s gaze swept across the group as he \'questioned\' them.

Old Wang and Qiqi both shook their heads, Shen Qianqian waved her hand as well, and finally, Lin Chuan\'s gaze landed on Xia Qingqing.

Xia Qingqing had short hair, was wearing a knee-length floral dress, still with short hair, showing off a delicate and fair swan neck, and her tender face full of collagen, bursting with youthful energy.

"Hearing from Qianqian that you\'re a sharp shooter, we had wanted to invite you to join us in a real-life gun battle game. Today, being the weekend, we decided to come over and find you," Xia Qingqing pursed her lips and blinked.

Qianqian and Qiqi both laughed behind their hands, while Old Wang coughed ambiguously, the meaning unclear.

"Feels a bit odd."

Lin Chuan looked at them and said.

Shen Qianqian smiled brightly and confessed, "Actually, Qingqing wanted to come and \'mock\' you."

"Mock me?"

Lin Chuan was taken aback, his eyes unavoidably turning toward Xia Qingqing.

Xia Qingqing frowned slightly at Shen Qianqian, then hurriedly explained, "Lin Chuan, I\'m not here to mock you, I came to console you."

"Console me about what?" Lin Chuan was a bit puzzled.

"To console you for not making it to the finals!" Xia Qingqing said, her mouth pursed, her face showing a bit of \'sympathy.\'

Lin Chuan responded with a wry smile, "That\'s some consolation!"

Everyone laughed.

"Old Lin, actually, you should have asked me to help design the weapon. With me on board, we could definitely have made it to the finals!" Old Wang puffed up his chest and volunteered himself.

Lin Chuan argued, "Old Wang, even though I didn\'t make it to the finals, Qianqian\'s gun had my contribution too."

As he said this, Lin Chuan looked toward Shen Qianqian.

Shen Qianqian immediately \'capitulated\', leaning towards Lin Chuan: "I also said that you helped me tinker with this gun, but they didn\'t believe it. And I said your rocket launcher is powerful, but they didn\'t believe that either."

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"We believe, it\'s just a pity you didn\'t make it to the finals." Xia Qingqing said with a smirk.

"Fair-weather friends, all of you!"

Lin Chuan held his forehead in feigned agony.

"Seriously though, did you really not make it to the finals?" At this point, Shen Qianqian looked at Lin Chuan earnestly.

Lin Chuan locked eyes with Qianqian and nodded slightly, "I didn\'t receive any notification."

"Did you receive any other notifications?"

Although Xia Qingqing talked about \'mocking\' Lin Chuan, in her heart, she still hoped that Lin Chuan could make it to the finals.

Lin Chuan also shook his head, "When I woke up, I hadn\'t received any news from the organizers, and then you all came."

"I see."

Xia Qingqing pouted, "It doesn\'t matter if you didn\'t make it to the finals. I will definitely subscribe to your new book, and I\'ll even ask my seven aunts and eight grannies to help subscribe to it too."

This time, Xia Qingqing was genuinely consoling Lin Chuan.

Old Wang also took a seat next to Lin Chuan, patted his shoulder, and comforted him, "Although writing novels isn\'t a long-term plan, you must be financially independent by now, right? You\'re treating us to the real-life gun battle today."

"Old Wang, you call this consoling?" Lin Chuan said with a laugh and spat out a remark.

Old Wang was about to offer more comfort.

Suddenly.

The doorbell rang.

"Is it Xinxin coming back?" Shen Qianqian asked.

Lin Chuan shook his head, "It shouldn\'t be, she went with Old Zhang for a medical check-up."

"Then who is it?" Shen Qianqian muttered to herself.

Lin Chuan wasn\'t sure who it could be either, and he walked to the door with some doubt, peering out through the peephole.

A lot of people!

But he didn\'t recognize any of them!