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"Yeah." Zhang Yang nodded.

Led by Grant, the four walked towards the bell tower.

Stepping into the corridor of the bell tower again, Zhang Yang couldn't help but recall the way Nanqiang looked when he first came in.

It is still the same as before, with European-style yellow and white patterns and retro picture frames nailed to the walls on both sides, forming a neat counterpoint.

The dim light poured down from overhead, casting bright spots of light on the stone tile floor beneath feet.

With every step, the collision of the soles of the shoes with the tiles would make a dull echo, creating waves of sound in this serious space.

On both sides of the corridor, each of the closed doors is where doctors and medical apprentices work. The further you go into the room, the higher the style and the more important the position.

blah blah blah...

The four people's footsteps were heavy and they soon reached the end of the road.

Pushing open the door, this is the highest-level meeting room of the Red Cross Association.

The wide, long conference table was covered with a gorgeous red table mat, a huge crystal chandelier hung in the air, and a huge red cross was pasted on the wall, looking solemn and dignified.

Once upon a time, Gordon also sat at the end of the long table, commanding Nanqiang and other Red Ten Imperial Physicians to organize resistance against the "white plague" incident.

As time goes by, with the emergence of Grant, Ye Dong and Zhang Yang, even Gordon can only become a gatekeeper now.

Zhang Yang and the other two entered. Gordon sensibly stopped outside the door and closed it tightly.

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The moment he closed the door, Gordon felt relieved.

He was indeed very tired during the time when the president was away, but fortunately, he managed to get through it.

In the conference room, Grant sat at the end of the long table, with Ye Dong and Zhang Yang sitting on both sides.

As the initiator of the meeting, Grant spoke first.

"Let me introduce myself first. I am Grant, the founder of the Red Cross. My original name is Chi Zhu."

"I traveled through the Dark Zone during Season 2 and was the captain of the second national championship team."

After Grant finished speaking, he looked at Ye Dong.

"My name is Ye Dong, and I'm the captain of the championship team of the first national competition."

"He was also a time traveler from Season 1 and founded the Red Society. At its peak, it was only one step away from unifying the entire Carmona."

Ye Dong spoke calmly, and when he said "one step away", he glanced at Grant deliberately.

It seems that the other party is the last obstacle to his unification of the continent.

After listening to the two people's introduction, Zhang Yang also spoke calmly.

"My name is Zhang Yang, I am the captain of the champion team of the 8th National Competition. I traveled through time in the S season."

"In this world, I used the alias Zhang Yang You Wen. After traveling through time, I founded Bluebird."

"I haven't achieved as much as you have yet, but I think it will be soon."

"It's already the S8 season..." Ye Dong nodded slightly. He didn't expect that time passed so quickly in this world.

"The time in our world corresponds one to one with the time in the world before the time travel."

Zhang Yang wanted to explain the rule of one season per year, but suddenly remembered something and looked at Ye Dong solemnly.

"By the way, Lazy Sheep is looking for you."

"Lazy Sheep?" Ye Dong was stunned for a moment after hearing this name, as if he was recalling something.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten him?" Zhang Yang looked at Ye Dong with scrutiny in his eyes.

"No..." Ye Dong murmured a few words, his eyes gradually becoming moist.

"After you traveled through time, you were considered missing by the world."

"Lazy Sheep later discovered the problem with the challenge and started to work as a coach, trying to make friends with future champions, and then commissioned them to investigate the truth behind your disappearance."

"Has he made any progress?"

"He came to me, but I also came to this world." Zhang Yang lowered his head with some self-blame, and he thought of the impossible challenge again.

Opportunities within the TV station are constantly being refreshed. Was that challenge impossible to accomplish when it was designed?

"Then now he..."

"Never give up!" Zhang Yang responded decisively.

"Lazy Sheep must still be actively looking for those promising talents in the competition as before."

“Groom them to the finals and then give them the inside story of the challenge.”

"If they're willing to give it a try, maybe they can help."

"But if they don't have the courage, Lazy Sheep has prevented a new round of tragedy from happening."

"Tragedy? Do you think our time travel is a tragedy?" Ye Dong asked thoughtfully.

"Not entirely, after all, this world has endowed us with extraordinary powers..."

"But when I first crossed over, I was hungry and worried every day. I had to stay alert all the time to deal with an uncertain future..."

Zhang Yang recalled the miserable days in the Kro camp. What if his uprising plan had not succeeded? What if he did not have so many abilities given by the system?

Can he still overthrow the rule of the bandits and establish Blue Bird?

Or in other words, can all time travelers be as lucky as him and get this relatively happy ending?

The image of the south wall appeared in Zhang Yang's mind again.

"By the way, President Grant, can you do me a favor?"

"what's up?"

"He is a Red Ten Royal Physician of your association, and also a teammate who traveled through time with me."

"Although he is dead, his hair should still be preserved in the association."

"Vice President Gordon once said that you only need a hair to save a person."

"A hair..." Grant murmured.

"Ah."

"Gordon." Grant shouted, and Gordon outside the door also walked in.

"President, you are looking for me."

"Have the hair of important members of the association been lost?"

"Nothing is lost, we still have them all." Gordon felt like he had forgotten to do something important and suddenly remembered it now.

Over the years, in addition to Isnan, many members who once made great contributions to the association have only one hair left.

"What's the name of the imperial physician you are talking about?" Grant looked at Zhang Yang again.

"Ronald Alexander Isnan. Real name South Wall."

"Such a long name?"

"An inch longer, an inch stronger." Zhang Yang smiled bitterly. He didn't expect that he would say the joke about Nanqiang at this time and in this situation.

"Gordon, bring all their hair here. Take out the ones on the south wall separately." Grant gave the order immediately.

"Yes!" Gordon stepped back immediately.

"Don't worry, your brother is a member of our association and I will not ignore him," Grant said to comfort him.