Extraordinary in Reality Through Magic Games

492: Chapter 472 (Anti-theft Chapter) (Main text will be updated in one hour)As the launch day for America’s spaceship drew near, Neo began a massive publicity campaign, striving to overshadow China, which had moved its schedule forward, as well as Ying Country, whose launch was on the same day.

Since Zhang Mu, in his identity as ”Mr. Gao,” had informed him that the date was set for three days later, Neo had urgently mobilized major departments that very night to announce the news through multiple channels, including physical newspapers and social media platforms.

After three days of buildup, the American public’s excitement had reached its peak.

The day before the launch, workplace elites sitting at their office desks tapped rapidly on their keyboards, seemingly focused on work, but their eyes frequently glazed over as their thoughts drifted to the rocket base established in the suburbs of New York.

They were all thinking about the same thing: asking their supervisor for leave to go to the site tomorrow and watch ”Gao’s” maiden flight.

Precisely because they were all thinking the same thing, and it just so happened that company regulations only allowed leave slips to be submitted during the lunch break, it was quite unfortunate for those who were a step slower; since the faster colleagues had crowded the entrance to the supervisor’s office, they couldn’t get in, and their carefully prepared leave slips were rendered useless.

However, their moods soon turned from cloudy to clear.

The leave slips of the colleagues who had arrived early were ultimately tossed into the wastebasket by the corridor as well—the supervisor had gone to his own superior to ask for leave, so his office was completely empty.

Freelance Professionals had it much more convenient in this regard. They planned their itineraries early, packed their camping gear, and set off immediately—arriving at the rocket base days in advance to snag positions with an excellent view.

The launch day fell during school hours, so theoretically, students would miss the grand event. However, Neo had taken this into account and announced a national school holiday for that day.

Students from cities far away from the rocket base protested, as one day wasn’t even enough for them to reach the destination. Official personnel replied on the website: ”Overcome the difficulties yourselves.”

Upon receiving the announcement, the students first expressed their rage in social media groups with intense words and actions, including but not limited to insulting Neo and his family and editing various Guichu-style images to humiliate him.

After a whole day of this, their anger was successfully vented, but the problem remained unsolved. After ten seconds of deliberation, the students decisively made a choice: skip class.

To ensure they weren’t caught and brought back by their parents mid-journey, they moved in the dead of night, using every available means of transport to increase their speed. The categories ranged from cars down to skateboards, all in an effort to flee far enough before their parents discovered their escape.

Thus, a spectacular sight appeared on the wilderness highways.

As if the schools were organizing a massive spring outing, students of all ages formed long lines, advancing along the edges of the highway.

When a group’s will is highly unified, mutual help among members becomes inevitable.

Elementary schoolers on skateboards grabbed the back seats of middle schoolers’ bicycles to save energy and gain speed. When college students driving pickups saw this, they enthusiastically helped them load the bikes into the back, squeezed out space in the rear seats, or simply let them sit on their laps for the ride.

Along the way, the beds of most pickup trucks were piled high with all sorts of bicycles and skateboards.

By early morning, the first light of dawn shone from behind the horizon.

A young man in the back seat rolled down the window and sang loudly into the cool morning breeze. The little girl with flying blonde hair on his lap didn’t know the song, but she enthusiastically clapped her hands to the rhythm.

Everything was progressing in a beautiful direction, and then they were arrested by their parents, who grabbed them by their collars.

It wasn’t that the parents had discovered them in time and caught up; rather, the students had accidentally run into their parents, who were also skipping work to rush to the rocket base.