Go: The live broadcast queen launched a gorgeous rebellion against the dog

"Uh... Mr. President, please calm down."

"Actually, the core of the matter isn't too complicated..."

Sitting to Tripp's left, closest to him, was a middle-aged man with graying hair and a stern, rigid face. He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and attempted to explain in a well-trained, businesslike tone:

"Simply put, since the 'Asian Games gender arbitration incident' broke out last year, liberal media have taken the lead in launching an attack, using the incident as a pretext to target traditional gender role divisions and the fairness of competition."

"Even worse, some far-left media outlets are using this to promote overly radical and scientifically unfounded claims such as 'men are generally less intelligent than women' in order to attract attention and gain support from left-wing voters!"
"But we certainly cannot tolerate such outrageous claims!"

"At the time, all the conservative media outlets felt that the left was practically handing themselves over to us for a beating! So they all went all in on a counterattack, saying things that left no room for negotiation. But who could have predicted the outcome..."

"This Rui Zhao is actually a very good fighter!"
His voice involuntarily rose slightly, carrying a sense of powerlessness from being repeatedly slapped in the face by reality:
"Just when we thought her brilliant achievements were too high to surpass and that she would have to adjust her standards, she always managed to produce even more astonishing results! Each time she slapped us in the face!"

"By the time we all realized that something was really wrong... it was completely too late!"
"Rui Zhao has already..."

"Shut up! I don't want to hear that damned Chinese name anymore!"

"And that boring game of hers where she circles the ground with stones—I have absolutely no interest in it!"

Tripp interrupted abruptly with a wave of his hand, like a thoroughly enraged old lion; even his blond hair seemed to grow even more bushy with anger.
"I just want to know one thing—why!"
"Why is my approval rating plummeting?! Why are all those data charts just crashing down?! Huh?!"

His body leaned forward, almost crashing onto the table, and an immense sense of oppression washed over you:

"Next year is another election year! I don't want to repeat the same mistake!"

"I served my first term for four years! Am I going to be slinked back to Lake Marshland to play golf by those Liberal Party parasites again?!"
"I want to make the United States great again!"

The roar echoed throughout the conference room, making the staff's eardrums buzz.

The chief of staff was clearly prepared for this outburst, and responded calmly, maintaining his rigid professional tone:
"The decline in the President's approval rating is closely related to this."

He opened another chart on his tablet and projected it onto the large screen.

"It was precisely because of those overly aggressive propaganda strategies that we lost credibility with many voters—especially female voters."

"Admittedly, the core pillar of our base is white male voters. But we have historically been able to win over at least half of the support from white female voters—especially married white women, who are also an important source of our votes."

"Although our stance on issues such as women's rights has never been as radical as that of the left, we are sometimes criticized for being too conservative or even 'going backwards'."

"But in the past, there was a prevalent perception among married white female voters based on traditional values:"
"They believe that God created men and women to be different, each with their own strengths—men are more outgoing and pioneering, and are naturally better suited to participate in social work and public affairs; while women are more meticulous, more empathetic, and better at taking care of their families and children."

"This division of labor in society is in line with the laws of nature and objective facts, and there is no need to make a fuss about these objective facts. That's why they were willing to vote for us in the past—well, at least that's how it was in the past."

The chief of staff shrugged helplessly.

"However... the recent series of tremendous achievements by Rui Zhao that surpass all male chess players, coupled with the outbreak of the social movement that 'she is not an isolated case,' have completely changed this underlying logic!"

"In the eyes of the vast majority of white women, the success of Rui Zhao and other female chess players who have emerged around the world is no longer an isolated 'special case,' but a real testament to the fact that women have the potential to be no less than, and may even surpass, men in the field of intellectual competition!"

"But under these circumstances, our right-wing media are reluctant to admit this, and are even trying to refute it in a sarcastic way!"
"This immediately made them very suspicious: our original conservative stance was not based on a simple judgment of objective facts, but simply on an innate discriminatory attitude towards women—which was completely unacceptable to them! This also caused our support rate to plummet among this group!"

"Currently, our support rate among all women is only 2%, which means we are completely on the opposite side of women!"
"It is common knowledge that no party can win an election by completely abandoning either gender!"

"A large-scale wavering within the white women's community would be absolutely fatal to our voter base!"

"...Isn't this matter very simple?!"

Tripp's large eyes rolled around a few times in their deep-set sockets, as if his thought process, full of "the art of the trade," was operating at high speed:
"Isn't it enough that we acknowledge that women are smarter than men?"

"..."×N
The conference room was deathly silent.

The chief of staff's hand, holding the tablet, froze in mid-air.

The finance minister froze, his hand holding the coffee cup as he was about to take a sip.

The security advisor's jaw splayed slightly.

The expressions on everyone's faces froze instantly, becoming blank and then a mixture of shock, bewilderment, and a suppressed sense of absurdity that made them wonder if the president was still asleep.

If they still have even a little bit of a white male base, they can't possibly give up all of it!

The thought exploded in the minds of all the senior staff members almost simultaneously, and the air froze for a full ten seconds!

Finally, even Tripp himself seemed to realize that his "drastic measure" was perhaps too outrageous.

His fleshy cheek twitched slightly, and with a forced composure, he tried to cover up the situation by saying:
"Uh... cough cough! That..."

"I was just joking with everyone to lighten the mood, please don't take it to heart..."

He cleared his throat forcefully, as if to wash away his slip of the tongue, then his tone suddenly turned serious, filled with anger at being "persecuted":
"At first I didn't care much, thinking it was just a small matter in the sports world!"
"But now it seems that this must be a big conspiracy by Tokyo University against me!"
"...I'll blanch it!!!"
"How can the Chinese be so wicked?!" After the Supreme Leader uttered this piercing denunciation with extreme grief and indignation, the conference room was initially silent for a moment, then filled with scattered, clearly perfunctory responses:

"...The Great Commander's insight is brilliant!!"

"Yes, Mr. President! The other side is far too cunning!"

"Those people are despicable and insidious!"

The staff exchanged helpless glances—it was all too familiar! This was standard procedure!
When things don't go well, blaming the other side, like the University of Tokyo, is always the right thing to do.

If no one had responded at that moment, who knows if this blonde bombshell would have exploded on the spot.

However, while this blame-shifting rhetoric temporarily appeased Tripp's anger, it clearly failed to solve the real problem of declining approval ratings.

He quickly plopped down again, his face so dark it could drip water:

"Gentlemen! We can't just sit here and wait to die!"

"We can't just wait for our approval ratings to be dragged all the way down the Atlantic by those chess-playing women, can we?!"

"Give me some ideas! Don't just stand there like a block of wood!"

"Uh……"

"This one……"

"Ah this..."

His response was a suffocating stammer.

The staff members' eyes darted around; some were frantically flipping through their notebooks pretending to look for information, some were fiddling with their pens, and some were staring at the ceiling, but no one dared to look directly into Tripp's fiery gaze.

Facing Tripp's increasingly dissatisfied gaze, the chief of staff knew that someone had to respond to the leader's words.

He tried to keep his voice steady, but the heaviness and helplessness he felt were hard to hide:

"Commander-in-Chief, this... might be a little difficult..."

"Firstly, as you have seen, Rui Zhao's strength is truly unparalleled in history! A completely one-dimensional existence!"
"Let alone the fact that she is undoubtedly the number one person in the world right now, even if you compare her to the two people in history who are recognized as having the highest achievements—Choi Myung-ho and Yoo Se-hyun from South Korea—at their peak, they are not even in the same league!"
"So it's very, very difficult to expect anyone to overshadow her on the field."

At this point, the chief of staff paused, a deeper sense of frustration creeping in:

"As for a counterattack in the media... we have also considered it."

"But the problem is that our conservative media outlets went too far in their rhetoric and overextended their credibility in the early stages! Our credibility has now been greatly diminished!"
"More importantly, from a purely logical perspective, from emerging from the lowest levels of amateur enthusiasts to the highest levels of professional competition, female chess players have achieved groundbreaking, even revolutionary, results at every level! Each step is interconnected, and the logic is complete! We…"

"We can find almost no convincing angles to refute the core fact that 'women have a top competitive edge in intellectual competition'..."

"Can't find it? What do we do?! Huh?!"
"Tell me what to do?!"

Before the chief of staff could finish speaking, Tripp sprang up from his chair like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his large body causing the chair to creak!

He braced his hands on the table, his flushed face almost touching the chief of staff's eyes, and roared, spittle flying from his mouth:
"My United States! The mighty nation of Earth! The beacon of the world..."

"So, even this great leader can't handle a few young girls who play chess?!"
"Is this even acceptable?!"

The chief of staff was startled by the sudden roar and instinctively shrank back, his lips moving but unable to utter a single word.

He glanced around at his colleagues as if seeking help, but was met with complete silence.

A suffocating silence fell over the entire conference room. Everyone kept their heads down, their eyes darting around, wishing they could shrink into their chairs.

Tripp's cloudy, light blue eyes swept across the silent, embarrassed, and even numb faces like searchlights, causing their complexions to visibly turn from red to purple.

Everyone could sense that the President was about to erupt like a volcano!

At that critical moment, when the air was stretched to its limit!
"Pfft-"

Zhang Zhengxi, the communications director of North American descent who had been sitting at the end of the long table and had remained silent all along, suddenly let out a clear, short, and even slightly mocking laugh.

In the deathly silence, the laughter sounded exceptionally jarring.

Everyone turned to look, only to see that Zhang Zhengxi showed no sign of panic. He even calmly adjusted the cuffs of his well-tailored, expensive suit, then raised his head, a playful smile on his face, his gaze sweeping across half the table and landing on the chief of staff's embarrassed and solemn face:

“My dear Chief of Staff! You’ve served the President for so long…”

"Why are you becoming more and more like an East Asian test-taker?" (End of Chapter)