The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 370 Warmth
Has Marshal Zhou come out?

The group instinctively looked in the direction the young man was looking, only to see him quickly turn back inside the door. With the rumbling of wheels, a figure appeared before them.

—Completely different from the image Jiang Hui had initially envisioned, or rather, it overturned their imagination.

Zhou Yuanjing was active in the military for over a hundred years, so he naturally left behind many wonderful moments. However, most of them are his heroic figures in battles both inside and outside the country in his early years, as well as some shadowy materials of his attendance at imperial ceremonies.

Several of the videos, which received extremely high praise on social media and consistently ranked at the top, were watched multiple times even by Jiang Hui, who later became a Star Trek user.

There's no other reason than that it's just too exciting. The protagonist in the scene is almost instantly recognizable; no matter how many people or backgrounds surround him, he always seems to be surrounded by a halo of light, making him the most eye-catching one.

Regardless of her combat record, abilities, appearance, or contributions to the entire empire, Zhou Yuanjing is undoubtedly a worthy source of imperial glory.

However, during the years he was sidelined due to injury, he completely faded from public view. Neither second- or third-rate media outlets, which love to pry into people's privacy, nor official platforms published any photos of the marshal's activities. Everyone remained tight-lipped about his retired life, as if it were a taboo subject, and no one dared to cross that line.

Even though he disappeared from public view, people never forgot the great contributions he had made to the empire, so his name was still sung among the people of the empire and never disappeared.

Jiang Hui briefly looked at the legendary figure's background and wondered why he had suddenly disappeared from the public eye.

Perhaps he wants to retire and return to a peaceful life. After all, he has served the empire for a considerable period of time, more than a hundred years, which accounts for eighty percent of his lifespan. He really should take a break.

Or perhaps it's for some political reason that they want to step down and make room for younger generations. This is probably an unspoken rule in every industry, and military leaders and heads of state are no exception.

But she never imagined that the reason the other person had disappeared from the public eye was because of this!
This elder was actually quite young in terms of bone structure; by interstellar standards, over a hundred years old would still be considered the prime of life. He had a refined and handsome appearance, and even with his extremely sickly appearance, he still looked remarkably superior. His entire facial contour was clearly prominent, without an ounce of excess flesh; his complexion was pale, and his lips were bluish, clearly indicating that he had been suffering from a serious illness for many years.

Even though he was wearing layers of military uniform and a heavy cloak, his thin frame was still visible, and it looked as if his bones were about to sink in.

But he still sits in his mechanical wheelchair, his back straight, with no part of his body that can bend.

This very fact only served to highlight his unique situation. In contrast to his frail yet dignified upper body, the elder's lower body appeared utterly powerless. Anyone who saw him could clearly sense the emaciated legs hidden beneath his dark trousers. And below these powerless legs, everything below the knees was empty; he had lost his calves.

Jiang Hui and the others were startled and dared not look any longer. The other party had appeared before them so suddenly, catching them completely off guard; their eyes were inevitably drawn to this scene. The memory of his mysterious disappearance from public view over the years surfaced in their minds, and a cold sweat broke out on their backs. Rex dutifully stood guard behind his former superior, silently watching as he maneuvered his mechanical wheelchair to meet Zhou Xiuwen and the others.

He still didn't quite understand why the marshal would condescend to come outside like this. Even though these were Zhou Xiuwen's few friends, Zhou Yuanjing had no need to expose his weakness in this way.

Just as he couldn't understand why the other person insisted on going to school to watch Zhou Xiuwen's match despite being ill, even though he later paid the price of needing a full course of treatment. Only Zhou Yuanjing himself probably knew the pain of the treatment going straight into his spine.

Rex respected his marshal, his eternal mentor, even though the other man was no longer as spirited as before and had lost his omnipotent body, he was still him, the omnipotent Zhou Yuanjing.

If these children weren't so sensible and dared to give Zhou Yuanjing even the slightest inappropriate look, they could forget about ever appearing before the marshal again. The commander of the 23rd Army Corps lowered his eyes, a fierce glint flashing across them before he expertly concealed it. After all, having sat in that position for so many years, he had long since developed the ability to keep his expression hidden, and wouldn't reveal his true colors as easily as he used to.

But he probably didn't know how well this marshal knew him. Zhou Yuanjing, standing ahead, paused, as if sensing something, knowing that someone's impulsiveness was probably rising again, but he didn't say anything and continued doing what he wanted to do.

Zhou Xiuwen was quite surprised that Zhou Yuanjing had come out to greet him personally. He then showed a hint of delight and a regretful reproach on his face: "Father, why did you come out?"

He didn't care about his friends who were at a loss behind him. He took a few steps forward, squatted down a few steps away, and knelt in front of Zhou Yuanjing's mechanical wheelchair.

"Why are you making such a fuss? Can't I, as a father, come and pick up my son?" Zhou Yuanjing said half-jokingly.

Even though he knew Zhou Yuanjing didn't mean it that way, the young man was very sensitive. Hearing these words, he subconsciously felt a pang of sadness and moved forward, his knees rubbing against the ground as he half-squatted: "What are you saying now... I should be sorry for troubling you to come and pick me up. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kept you waiting."

Looking at Zhou Xiuwen, who was squatting down in front of her and holding her hand, Zhou Yuanjing chuckled and gently stroked the boy's head with her other hand: "What are you talking about waiting for? It's good that you're back. I already know about your situation from Solsa. You did very well this time."

Zhou Xiuwen knew which aspect of his performance in the mission the other person was referring to, and his face flushed slightly. He knew in his heart that what he had done was more willful than the more praiseworthy qualities that adults thought he had… But he was still very happy to hear his father’s praise, happy that the other person had so generously shown every bit of his true emotion.

This father, who only had his own bloodline after living past 100, loved his only son so deeply. The cruelty of war and the constant sandstorms of the battlefield made him cherish what he had even more, and he fought and defended it with even greater effort.

In Zhou Xiuwen's eyes, his partner had always been an excellent father, even though his partner couldn't be by his side as often as other fathers, playing with him and helping him grow up.

(End of this chapter)