I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 694 The Scientific Research Maniac's Great Fortune (Part 8)
During the Spring Festival Gala live broadcast, the colossal ship hovering above a sea of ​​clouds, its deck brightly lit like a city in the sky, caused a brief freeze across the entire network of Dongda University. Immediately following was a massive internet tsunami.

Even though it was already late at night, lights were shining brightly all over the country, not to stay up all night to celebrate the New Year, but simply to release the overwhelming excitement.

The phrase "Holy crap!" flooded the chat pools of all live streaming platforms, and the popularity curve of related topics on social media soared at an almost vertical angle, bringing servers to the brink of collapse.

"A space carrier! It's a real space carrier! How does that thing fly up there?"

"You were told that aerodynamic design had to be considered before going to space! How can it fly like this with this aerodynamics?"

"I thought setting the moon as the venue was already outrageous, but thinking about it carefully, this thing seems even more outrageous!"

"Instead of thinking about that, let's think about what to name this ship. Which province doesn't have a ship named after it these days? You're in luck!"

"Wake up, bro! That's Starry Sky Goddess's 'painful' livery on the deck! Shouldn't this thing be called the 'Starry Sky Idol Support Mobile Platform'?"

"It's definitely a pain-themed spaceship! Hahaha, but... I like it!"

"So Goddess Xingli was holding a concert at 10,000 meters in the air just now? This is unprecedented! Holy crap, is this Macross? They should have sung 'Do You Remember Love'!"

"By the way, was it the Air Force or the Navy that gave the call earlier?"

"Air Force! If it's gone into the sky, it must be the Air Force!"

"Navy! Anyone on a ship has to be in the Navy!"

"Um, why can't it be the army?"

"Army guys, you've got new shoes again this year!"

……

The internet was filled with a joyful atmosphere, and joke writers began to revel, while in Yunnan Province... major hospitals in Yunnan Province experienced an unexpected "peak in patient visits" that night.

Then, those who only started watching the Spring Festival Gala broadcast after hearing the news, or who heard about the space carrier from relatives and friends, and who came to the hospital later, saw the huge banner hanging on the emergency room building as soon as they arrived at the hospital—

"The footage from the Spring Festival Gala is real, not a hallucination. Please do not waste emergency room resources!"

This scene was captured by a passerby and uploaded online, sparking another round of good-natured teasing. The "caution" and "honesty" of the people of Yunnan Province became another popular meme that night. However, while Dongda University was filled with the festive atmosphere of the Spring Festival, an eerie silence fell on the other side of the world.

It was the middle of the day, yet the atmosphere was incredibly gloomy. Even the usually outspoken president was silent. Only the increasingly heavy atmosphere and the surge in orders at a certain pizza shop spoke of the extraordinary nature of the day.

Ever since Tokyo University put on a man-made carnival performance at its Spring Festival Gala decades ago... cough cough, I mean, a robot folk dance, Tokyo University's Spring Festival Gala has become a program that even high-ranking officials from other countries have to keep a close eye on.

And Dongda University always manages to come up with some truly mind-blowing new tricks for the Spring Festival Gala.

At this very moment, in the Situation Room of White House, the President and a group of high-ranking military and intelligence officials stared intently at the image frozen on the large screen—the University of Tokyo's space carrier, appearing and disappearing in the clouds. All previous intelligence, speculation, and even the most pessimistic assessments regarding the University of Tokyo's technological breakthroughs seemed utterly pale and laughable at this moment.

"Can anyone tell me... what the hell is this?!"

The commander's voice was hoarse, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor. All his previous anger had turned into a chilling fear.

"A...flying aircraft carrier? Used as a performance platform for a costumed character? Is the University of Tokyo crazy, or am I crazy?"

Minister Ciyi's face was deathly pale, and his tablet computer kept updating with urgent reports from various sources:
"Sir, although our space reconnaissance system, long-range radar, and detection systems of surrounding military bases cannot identify it, the target should be real."

"Do you want to hear what you're saying? Unrecognizable? Really exists?" The President pounded the table, seemingly venting his unease. Minister Ciyi wiped the cold sweat from his brow with a handkerchief before speaking:

"But our intelligence personnel at the University of Tokyo observed the target with the naked eye through a telescope. It... it is currently hovering in the stratosphere at an altitude of about 18,000 meters above the University of Tokyo. These are the relevant photos taken. However, our satellites did not see anything when observing the same coordinates."

"Observation with the naked eye?" The Minister of War slammed his fist on the table. "Are our satellites blind? Are our intelligence personnel all drawing salaries without working? How could such a massive project be completely devoid of information?"

“Minister, there is actually information about this,” Minister Ciyi interrupted the Minister of War. “Last year, we submitted a report that the Tokyo Space Agency’s astronaut training department suddenly recruited a group of young soldiers. At the time, they were considered as reserves for the Mars exploration program, but now it seems that they were probably selecting personnel for this spacecraft…”

"What about the technology? Can we figure out how this thing flies up there? 18,000 meters in the air, where does it take off from? How is it launched? How do the people up there live? I even saw the barracks! Damn it, I don't even dare to open the window in my 20th-floor suite! How do they protect themselves from the wind?" The president slumped into his chair, deflated, his face full of disbelief.

A technical consultant glanced at his colleagues, swallowed hard amidst their silent stares, and then spoke with difficulty:
"After studying these photos and videos, we can basically conclude that this ship is equipped with a fusion reactor. It seems that Tokyo University has made a new breakthrough in fusion miniaturization technology. However, this only solves the energy problem. Judging from the pictures, if these propulsion devices can really provide lift for such a large ship to fly in the air, then unless the ship's materials are incredibly strong, it must have mastered some kind of anti-gravity technology. Otherwise, it would be torn apart by this huge thrust before it even takes off."

"Fusion miniaturization? Antigravity? Or a breakthrough in materials science?" The president muttered a few short phrases. "This is no longer a matter of falling behind in the technological race... No, we can't just sit here! We must, we must come up with something new, even if it's just a PowerPoint presentation, quick, quick!"

Hearing the president's roar, the technicians in the room were dumbfounded. They couldn't even make a PowerPoint presentation about this! They could at least boast about seventh and eighth generation fighters by piling on existing aircraft, but this thing, even with pictures in front of them, they couldn't make a claim! They couldn't exactly say that they had also tortured aliens with cigarette butts and discovered an anti-gravity engine, could they?
(End of this chapter)