Chapter 893: Plenty of Room for Performance

This sleep lasted longer than Miss Luo Quan had imagined, possibly because she had woken up twice in the middle.

By the time she woke up for the last time, it was already nearly ten o'clock.

Opening her phone, she discovered that today's top trending search was about Japanese fishermen discovering a giant, unidentified marine creature.

According to the fishermen on the scene, while they were fishing in the open sea, they saw a massive black shadow glide beneath their boat; however, its shape didn't look like a whale at all, but rather like a sea snake.

But no known sea snake was that large, which had truly given the fishermen and crew a massive fright.

However, this "sea snake" did not attack them; after briefly revealing its shadow, it quickly dove and disappeared shortly after.

Upon docking, the fishermen immediately told the reporters about the incident, and it was reported.

Yet, the vast majority of netizens didn't take the news seriously, and foreign netizens even started joking in the comments section:

"Could this be a mutant sea fish spawned by nuclear wastewater pollution?"

"I feel like it's more like Godzilla."

"If it were really a sea monster, would you still be alive to come back? It's most likely just a whale, and you misidentified it as a sea snake."

"I thought there would be some high-definition pictures, but it's as blurry as the mosaic in a cavalry video..."

"What kind of strange metaphor is this?"

"Suspecting a car without evidence."

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It was clear that the netizens didn't believe in any sea monsters at all.

Even if there really were one, it would have been created by nuclear wastewater.

Seeing these comments online, even the crew members themselves began to doubt if they had really seen it wrong.

Actually, this kind of news wouldn't normally make it to the trending list, but since the internet was currently flooded with Olympic-related news, there was a lack of daily trivia.

Therefore, this news with the "sea monster" headline attracted quite a bit of attention.

And after Miss Luo Quan saw it, she actually felt some suspicion.

She felt that this sea monster was likely real, and it should have escaped from Fruit-Flower Mountain.

Ships could travel back and forth freely; there was no reason the creatures inside couldn't get out.

There were many giant snakes dozens of meters long in Fruit-Flower Mountain; who knew, one might have crawled through the jungle, swam into the sea, and then reached the human world.

However, apart from their large size, these snakes had nothing special about them; if one really appeared, it would probably just be treated as an undiscovered deep-sea species.

After all, the deep sea was a mysterious realm that humans had yet to explore, so the appearance of some absurdly large creatures was completely acceptable.

Today, the Olympics would reach a climax, as the men's 100-meter sprint semifinals and finals were to be held.

The reason it was called a climax was that the 100-meter sprint had been the most important event of the Olympics for decades; it was the embodiment of human athletic limits.

Of course, that great black lightning bolt from Jamaica had also added more legendary color to this event.

In the Olympics where he was present, there was basically no suspense about who would take first place in the 100-meter sprint; everyone else was just there to compete for second.

And in this 100-meter sprint, the black lightning bolt had already retired, finally giving other athletes a chance to shine.

The third group of this semifinal was very eye-catching because, surrounded by numerous European and American athletes, there was a lone surviving Asian athlete.

He was an athlete from China, a native of Yuezhou, the holder of the Asian record, and his acceleration ability in the first sixty meters was among the best in the world.

Before this, no Asian had been able to enter the 100-meter final; if Su Shen could do it, he would be making history.

To witness this historic moment, Miss Luo Quan ate a hasty breakfast after waking up and then took everyone to the competition venue.

Because her connections were quite strong, their viewing position was relatively close to the front.

And the time they arrived was just right; the second group's competition had just ended, and the third group's athletes were preparing to take the field.

Su Shen's position was in the fourth lane; for the Chinese, this was not an auspicious number.

Many Chinese netizens watching the live stream complained that this lane assignment was not a good omen.

But Su Shen's expression was very confident; after the camera gave him a shot, he waved enthusiastically, looking like he had victory in his grasp.

Soon, after all the athletes got their close-ups, they walked to their starting blocks.

They didn't prepare for too long; in less than ten seconds, everyone was in position, and then the starting gun gave a crisp "pop."

"The race has begun!"

Miss Luo Quan was at the scene, but she was still using her phone to play the Chinese commentary of the event.

"Su Shen is completely in the lead!"

"Rapid lead, leading by 5 body lengths!"

"Jacobs is chasing from behind, Su Shen, keep it up!"

"Keep it up, keep your form, final sprint!"

"Crossing the line at 9.81 seconds, 9.81 seconds, Su Shen has taken off!"

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Amidst the passionate commentary and the excited cheers of the entire audience, Su Shen took first place in the semifinal group and refreshed the Asian record with a corrected time of 9.83 seconds.

He really had made history!

During the entire sprint process, Miss Luo Quan stretched her slender neck far out, looking so intense that she wished she could lend some of her own strength to Su Shen.

Although her own speed could now easily break nine seconds, seeing Su Shen become the first Asian in decades to break into the 100-meter final still filled her heart with excitement and pride.

This was probably the last normal Olympics; the athletes in the final were all old faces, and the data they ran didn't break the 9.58-second world record.

And Su Shen was probably the ceiling for Asian sprinters for a long time to come.

It is worth mentioning that in this final, apart from Su Shen, the yellow-skinned man, the others were all black; there wasn't a single white person.

"History has been made!" After the race, Miss Luo Quan excitedly posted an update, accompanied by a photo from the scene.

Soon, "Su Shen breaks into the 100-meter final" climbed to the top of the Weibo trending list, with the prefix "Explosive," showing just how terrifying the influence was.

And it wasn't just Weibo; almost all online forums were flooded with related news; entering the 100-meter final was even more sensational than winning a gold medal in other events.

If he could win a medal this time, even if it wasn't gold, it would probably cause domestic and international public opinion to explode.

It was a pity that, perhaps because he had consumed most of his energy in the morning to reach the final, in the highly anticipated 100-meter final at night, he only ran a time of 9.98 seconds.

The first-place time was 9.80 seconds, and second place was 9.84 seconds; if he could have maintained his semifinal speed, he could have even won a silver medal.

However, being able to break the ten-second barrier in the final was already very impressive; for an Asian, this was already a historic breakthrough and a great feat that could be recorded in history books.

In Miss Luo Quan's view, Su Shen was not the "last three" as some people said, but the sixth in the world!

At the same time, he was the fourteenth in the history of the Olympic 100-meter sprint, and there wasn't a single white person ahead of him.

Su Shen used his personal experience to tell the world that perhaps race really did have an advantage in some events, but white people absolutely had no advantage over yellow people.

So, although he didn't win a gold medal, Su Shen still made the Chinese people feel proud and elated; domestic public opinion had already praised Su Shen to the skies.

However, for a hero, for an athlete who brought glory to the country, receiving such praise was a matter of course.

By comparison, Miss Luo Quan also hoped that people like Su Shen could earn more advertising endorsement fees.

Tonight belonged to Su Shen; Miss Luo Quan posted an update on Bilibili and didn't intend to go to Weibo to ride his coattails.

She even skipped releasing a new song, so that all the attention could remain on Su Shen.

Of course, she wasn't being lazy.

Today, Miss Luo Quan slept earlier than usual, probably wanting to meet Bai Bai Xingwei as soon as possible to start learning.

However, after she became conscious of the Universe, she discovered that Bai Bai Xingwei was not in the room.

Fortunately, the light screen she had configured for herself was already placed in front of her; this thing was like a palm-sized computer as thin as a cicada's wing, and it could even read her mental fluctuations.

She only needed to have a thought, and it could perform the corresponding operation.

Although the internet world of the Universe was certainly exciting, Miss Luo Quan still intended to learn the Universe language first.

It is worth mentioning that the Universe language was quite similar to Chinese in grammar, so learning it wasn't particularly strenuous.

Coupled with the system's assistance, she had learned seven or eight out of ten after watching the teaching videos.

But at this time, she discovered that the Universe language and Chinese had many similarities.

First of all, the pronunciation of some characters faintly carried a sense of Chinese.

Actually, ancient Chinese was very different from modern Chinese.

Chinese during the Warring States period had a large number of trilled sounds; if you didn't know better, you'd think they were speaking crocodile.

And in the Middle Ages, which was the Chinese of the Tang Dynasty, it sounded a bit like Cantonese.

So there was a saying on the internet now that reading Tang poetry in Cantonese was very likely to have a very similar charm to how people read Tang poetry back then.

And the gap between near-ancient Chinese and modern Chinese was very small; most pronunciations were no different, and compared to Mandarin, it was more like a dialect.

And the Universe language, while it had shadows of Chinese to Miss Luo Quan's ears, was different from both ancient and medieval Chinese, belonging to a brand-new dialect.

But the rhymes were similar, and she could even tell the meaning of some Universe characters at a glance because they were very similar to traditional Chinese characters.

After learning the Universe language, Miss Luo Quan even speculated whether this civilization had some connection to Earth.

However, these speculations could only be suppressed in her heart; she dared not tell anyone and could only wait to explore them slowly in the future.

At this moment, Bai Bai Xingwei pushed the door open and entered.

Today, she was wearing a blue long dress, her limbs were as white as jade, and her beautiful face radiated a smile called confidence.

"Studying?" Bai Bai Xingwei greeted Miss Luo Quan upon seeing her.

"Yeah, I've been studying for a while, and the progress is not bad." Miss Luo Quan leaned back, pretending to be a bit exhausted as she rubbed her eyes.

"It's a pity your physical body isn't here; otherwise, you could use a knowledge chip and learn how to speak the Universe language immediately." Bai Bai Xingwei shook her head gently and said with regret.

However, this function didn't surprise Miss Luo Quan too much, because this was a basic function of the system.

If it weren't for the fact that the system had never recorded a language like the Universe language, she would probably have learned it long ago.

"By the way, since you can learn knowledge with just one chip, what can the school teach you?" Miss Luo Quan suddenly discovered this problem and asked curiously.

"Of course, it's cultivation."

As Bai Bai Xingwei spoke, she spread her right hand, and a ball of silvery-white light appeared in her palm: "In our worldview, everything can be cultivated.

Martial arts, singing, dancing, playing musical instruments, cooking—everything you can imagine can be cultivated.

When you cultivate to a certain level, the surrounding environment will change because of you; we call this 'Entering the Dao.'

To give a simple example, suppose you are a painter who has painted a landscape, and your painting skills have reached the level of 'Entering the Dao.'

Then your painting will manifest, allowing those who appreciate it to be immersed in the scene and experience a more realistic sensory impact!"

To be honest, when Miss Luo Quan finished listening to Bai Bai Xingwei's description, her worldview was indeed subjected to a significant impact.

Martial arts were one thing, but singing and dancing could actually possess extraordinary power—it was simply unbelievable.

If she sang a song like "Good Luck," wouldn't she instantly turn into a Goddess of Luck on the spot? Just thinking about it felt a bit absurd.

But on a planet with extremely advanced technology, such things could really happen.

"Looking at you like this, your home planet shouldn't have any cultivators, right?" Bai Bai Xingwei asked, seeing Miss Luo Quan remain silent.

Miss Luo Quan shook her head gently: "No, the strongest weapon we have is the hydrogen bomb; you know about atomic fusion, right?"

"That's too backward." Bai Bai Xingwei sighed: "As far as I know, the hallmark of a Level 3 civilization is mastering controllable nuclear fusion; has your technology developed to that point?"

"No." Miss Luo Quan listened with a blank expression.

She had been bad at physics since she was a child; knowing that nuclear fusion was more powerful than nuclear fission was already pretty good—how would she know what controllable nuclear fusion was?

But at least Earthlings definitely didn't have this currently, because a certain country couldn't even handle nuclear wastewater properly.

"What about personal martial strength?" Bai Bai Xingwei continued to press.

The limit for human weightlifting on Earth was 477 kilograms, less than a thousand jin.

As for herself, she could easily break through one ton, but reaching ten thousand jin would probably be tough.

After converting it, Miss Luo Quan gave a relatively conservative number: six thousand jin of strength.

"That's not bad; this is already far beyond the level of a Spirit-Awakening Realm cultivator, and it belongs to the first-class level among Bone-Forging Realm cultivators."

Bai Bai Xingwei was clearly very surprised by Miss Luo Quan's strength; she had originally thought this was just a Spirit-Awakening Realm cultivator, but she didn't expect her to already be in the Bone-Forging Realm.

For a civilization that was only Level 2, this was not generally rare.

"I belong to the geniuses; there aren't many people on my home planet with my level."

To be precise, there wasn't even one, but hiding one's strength was a standard operation.

"By the way, how are the realms for cultivators divided in the Universe?" Miss Luo Quan asked curiously.

Bai Bai Xingwei tapped the relevant information on the smart computer and said loudly: "Heaven, Earth, and Human tiers; the Human tier is the lowest, consisting of the Spirit-Awakening Realm, Bone-Forging Realm, and Blood-Quenching Realm." ===== CHAPTER 894 =====