78: Chapter 78 Su Chen is right there! We're going to take him home!

The tires of the electric vehicle crushed over the gravel road on the edge of Yila Grassland, making a dull frictional sound.

A-Li slammed the steering wheel with both hands and slammed on the brakes.

The car stopped at the end of the lake-view road around Napa Lake.

It was almost dawn.

After the night receded, the distant Meili Snow Mountain revealed its massive and cold outline.

The snow on the mountain top reflected the fish-belly white that had just emerged in the east.

The cold wind on the plateau poured in through the car windows and hit their faces.

The three of them pushed open the car doors.

A-Li held the gimbal in one hand and carried the camera bag in the other.

The number of online viewers in the livestream room stayed at a terrifying 3.4 million.

In the late-night slot, not a single netizen exited.

The entire internet was guarding this livestream room.

The bullet comments rolled rapidly across the screen.

[Arrived at Napa Lake! Everyone look at the sky, they drove all night!]

[Brothers, type 'Thank you for your hard work' on the public screen! There will definitely be a result tonight!]

[As soon as yesterday's joint countersuit official letter from fifty law firms was issued, the overseas stock price of SM Entertainment hit its limit down right at the opening! So satisfying!]

[Who is still afraid of that Korean company now? The fifty-billion non-compete agreement is just a piece of waste paper! If they dare to come to China to sue, Senior Partner Zhou Zhengdong will teach them how to behave!]

[No compensation was signed, the contract was void long ago! God Su is a free man now!]

[Go find him quickly! The place where that cycling blogger posted the video is right around here!]

[Today we must let God Su know that we are here to pick him up! The National Team is backing him up!]

[...]

Yan Yu zipped up her windbreaker.

The cold air poured into her lungs through her nasal cavity, making her mind much clearer.

"The grassland is too big."

Brother Cai looked around.

To the left was a wetland with lush water and grass, and to the right were rolling gentle slopes.

The bonfire had long gone out, and no firelight could be seen.

"Search separately."

Yan Yu pointed in three directions. "A-Li, take the equipment and walk along the left boardwalk; Brother Cai, take the roadside; I will take the dirt slope on the right. Keep the voice call on and share our locations at any time."

"Okay!"

A-Li held up the gimbal and ran to the left.

"Be safe, shout immediately if anything happens!"

Brother Cai patted Yan Yu's shoulder and strode forward along the road.

Yan Yu turned around, walked off the road, and stepped into the grass-covered dirt slope.

The temperature at 5 a.m. was very low.

Her canvas shoes stepped on the grass and were quickly soaked by the morning dew.

In Shanghai, inside the e-sports room.

Wang Wenjian hadn't closed his eyes all night.

Four empty Red Bull cans were piled on the table.

He directly cast the live stream of Yan Yu's team onto his own livestream room.

Keyboard Grey hung in the co-hosting channel, and Lawyer Luo's avatar remained lit.

Half a million netizens followed Wang Wenjian, staring at the shaking images on the screen.

"Brothers, the managing partners and senior attorneys of fifty top-tier law firms have submitted the complaint."

Wang Wenjian's voice was hoarse as he heavily slapped the desktop. "I just received news that the head of PR for SM Entertainment submitted their resignation half an hour ago. They can't hold on anymore!"

From the other end of the co-hosting, Lawyer Luo's steady voice came through: "Not only are we countersuing them for extortion, but we will also recover every single penny of the copyright fees for those three songs of "BABA". No matter where he is, we will help him get this money back!"

The netizens in the livestream room instantly boiled over.

[Lawyer Luo is awesome! Strip South Korea down to its underwear!]

[Make them spit it out with interest!]

[Huang Zitao said God Su is doing well, God Su must still be in Shangri-La!]

[Brothers, push the heat up! Don't let the heat drop!]

[It's dawn over at Yan Yu's side! Look at the screen quickly!]

[...]

Napa Lake.

The first ray of sunlight finally tore through the clouds and spilled over the top of the snow mountain.

The golden light poured down the hillside, lighting up the entire Yila Grassland.

Yan Yu gasped heavily.

Altitude sickness made her heartbeat heavy and slow.

She climbed over a raised small dirt slope.

Her vision suddenly opened up.

Ahead, there were no pools of water, no roads.

There was only an endless sea of Gesang flowers.

Pink, white, and purple petals shook violently in the morning wind.

Large patches of color covered the ground, extending all the way to the foot of the snow mountain.

Sunlight hit the dew on the petals, refracting fragmented light spots.

Yan Yu stopped her footsteps.

Right at the end of the flower sea.

About fifty meters away from her.

Stood a person.

The black windbreaker had been taken off and casually draped over the back of the folding chair next to it.

That person was only wearing a thin white T-shirt, and the lower body was a simple pair of black sweatpants.

He stood like that, with his back to Yan Yu.

Facing the distant Meili Snow Mountain dyed golden by the morning sun.

His spine was straight.

Broad shoulders supported that ordinary white T-shirt.

The wind on the high mountain swept across the grassland, blowing his slightly loose hem.

The baseball cap had been taken off and placed on the chair, and the slightly curly wisps of hair in front of his forehead fluttered gently in the wind.

There were no extra movements.

With one hand in his trouser pocket, he quietly looked at the snow mountain.

Yan Yu stood in place.

The air in her lungs was abruptly sucked dry.

The sound of the wind around her seemed to completely disappear at this moment.

Her pupils suddenly contracted, and her vision stared fixedly at that back.

Even across fifty meters.

Even without seeing his face.

But that aura, that sense of relaxation displayed in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor of Nanping Street, that sense of arrogance when playing a broken-string guitar in a Dali bar.

All overlapped on this back.

Five years.

Fifty billion won in liquidated damages.

The overwhelming deletion of posts and bans across the entire internet.

The cross-border declaration of war by fifty top lawyers.

Tens of millions of people across the net staying sleepless.

The source of all this.

This man who bore all the grievances, pushed his compatriot junior brother to the top traffic tier, yet ate a bowl of noodles costing a little over ten yuan himself.

Was right there.

Yan Yu's eye sockets instantly congested with blood.

Her vision was rapidly blurred by tears.

She bit her lower lip hard, tasting a hint of fishy, sweet blood.

She didn't run.

Didn't scream.

She was afraid that if her movements were slightly larger, the person in front of her would once again disappear into the sea of people like the past five years.

Yan Yu pinched her thigh hard with her left hand, forcing herself to remain calm.

Her right hand trembled as she slowly raised her backup phone.

The screen unlocked.

Opened the livestream streaming end.

The lens aimed at the sea of flowers ahead.

"A-Li."

Yan Yu lowered her voice, her voice trembling beyond recognition. "Switch to my feed."

A-Li's heavy panting came from the voice channel.

Two seconds later, the screen of the main livestream room switched instantly.

The scene captured by Yan Yu's mobile phone was projected without reservation onto the screens of 3.4 million people.

Dali Buyu Inn.

The boss stopped wiping the glass wine glass and stared fixedly at the TV screen hanging on the wall.

Beijing high-end apartment.

Lu Han pushed away the notice forms on the table with one hand, braced his hands on the tabletop, stared at the back in the tablet computer, and tears directly smashed onto the back of his hand.

Shanghai dance practice room.

Zhang Yixing stopped his footsteps, and the backup dancers behind him all stopped moving.

Everyone gathered in front of the mobile phone, looking at the white T-shirt man standing in front of the snow mountain.

Inside Wang Wenjian's livestream room, Keyboard Grey and Lawyer Luo who were co-hosting stopped talking at the same time.

At this exact instant, an absolute dead silence lasting a full five seconds appeared in the bullet comments.

In the livestream room with 3.4 million people online simultaneously, not a single line of text drifted past.

Everyone was staring at that swaying back in the morning light.

Staring at those wisps of curly hair blown by the wind.

Immediately after.

The torrent of data destroyed the interception threshold of the entire bullet comment server.

Dense white characters smashed down overwhelmingly.

[It's him.]

[It's him!]

[That shoulder, those locks of hair! That person in the Nanping Street video!]

[Goodness gracious! Finally found him!]

[He is looking at the snow mountain! He has no idea how many days and nights we have searched for him!]

[A white T-shirt, standing alone in the sea of flowers. This scene made me cry, brothers.]

[God Su! You don't have to hide anymore! The National Team is backing you up!]

[Fifty billion is waste paper! That bunch of chaebols has been crippled by us!]

[Bring him home! Bring our king home!]

[Bring him home!!]

[...]

The four words filling the screen, carrying a destructive fury and ecstasy, directly blew up the heat of the livestream room.

Yan Yu stared at the bullet comments on the phone screen.

Tears slid down her cheeks and smashed onto the collar of her windbreaker.

Her fingers hovered above the red video recording button.

A full three seconds.

Her fingers trembled uncontrollably.

Five years of grievances.

Five years of living in anonymity.

It was over.

"Snap."

Her fingertip fell, pressing the recording button.

Yan Yu put down the backpack on her shoulder.

Threw it on the grass.

She didn't wipe her tears.

Stepping on the grass stained with morning dew.

Stepping on the blooming pink Gesang flowers.

One step.

One step.

Walking toward that back.

The early morning sunlight stretched her shadow very long.

Ninety meters.

Fifty meters.

Thirty meters.

That back in the white T-shirt still didn't move.

He quietly looked at the distant snow mountain.