Super God-Level Top Student

The scene fell into silence; you could hear a pin drop.

The dialogue box on the big screen just stayed there quietly, and what's more humorous was that the dialogue box was in both Chinese and English.

Chinese was in the most eye-catching position, with the English translation indicated below in parentheses.

One could imagine that at this moment, the thinking abilities of most people had been temporarily frozen.

Because no one could have expected such a scenario at such a serious and important new technology launch event.

The situation was as preposterous as if at a singer's new album release event, the organizers not only used pirated CDs, but also, halfway through playing the pirated CD, suddenly started playing advertisements for the pirate themselves.

This was, after all, a national-level major promotional event.

Although it was not broadcast live, the venue was filled with dignitaries and representatives of important allies.

Is this some kind of joke?

The first to snap out of it were probably the reporters on-site.

After all, for them, whatever happened at the scene was damn big news either way!

And purely from a news perspective, the spectacle before them was even bigger.

Regardless of whether they could take this news out of this building, professional ethics made them subconsciously start collecting these valuable pieces of information. So, the flash just paused for an instant before becoming even more lively.

The photographers pressed their shutters frantically, and the video journalists aimed their cameras at the precious moment on the big screen, where Dr. Paul Guzman, who was completely stunned, became the perfect backdrop.

Some reporters astutely turned their attention to the guests who had come.

The images from the main stage were indeed explosive, but anyone could guess with their asses that, before leaving their homes that day, all devices would either be temporarily confiscated or subject to scrutiny. Those too explosive images would certainly not be preserved, but maybe this content could have a chance of slipping through, right?

As for the guests at the scene, they were indeed shocked by this spectacle.

Are they kidding?

Abstract art?!

Everyone present was respectable, how could they have anticipated such an abstract incident at such a grand occasion? Although those who had arrived had their own sources of intelligence and could infer some insider details,

even some of them were very certain that the material models released had actually come from Huaxia, but the fact that the hosts had done such a shoddy job was beyond everyone's expectations.

Even if it was indeed stolen, shouldn't they at least have fully grasped the technology before showing off?

In this context, they suddenly need an activation code?

Had it not been tested before? Or was it free before and just happened to be needed at the official event?

Hitting this kind of probability was just like a joke!

But aside from that, no one could come up with a better explanation for a while.

At this moment, everyone was also stunned.

They couldn't even come up with any clever remarks to describe what they were feeling inside.

Some were shocked, some were anxious, and some even seemed—like they wanted to laugh?

...

Finally, after a full 37 seconds of mental pause, the White House spokesperson, who was chairing this new technology demonstration, unprofessionally came to her senses and screamed, "Shut it down!"

The staff, as if waking from a dream, immediately recovered the device with the red cloth again, and at the same time hurriedly pressed the switch below, without waiting for Dr. Paul Guzman, who was still in a daze, to react.

The shocking image finally disappeared, and at this moment, Dr. Paul Guzman finally came to his senses, but standing in the center of the main stage, he opened his mouth and had no idea what to say.

But fortunately, at this time, he didn't need to say anything, as the host had already rushed back to the main stage and had started making meticulous arrangements.

"Distinguished guests, as you have seen, we experienced a minor accident, but please trust that our technical experts will resolve it shortly. Now, please proceed to the dining room next to us, where we have prepared a sumptuous dinner for everyone. Reporters, please stay where you are and power off your phones."

As the spokesperson finished speaking, the black-suited security immediately guarding the doors started searching the reporters on the scene and checking mobile phones.

The staff began to guide the invited guests to leave the event in an orderly manner.

Occasionally, there were sounds of protest from the reporters.

"We are invited guests... freedom of the press... "

Unfortunately, the dignitaries didn't even glance at the source of the noise.

What kind of greenhorn, a rookie reporter, huh? Do they really think that the rules that govern this world are the ones laid out in plain sight?

Such an embarrassing incident...

Although there were so many people at the scene, some news would surely leak out, but the White House would never allow any solid evidence to get out.

For rumors, just deny them to death.

If solid evidence got out, wouldn't everyone think there's a bunch of idiots living here?!

The only issue was that they had spoken too soon before!

...

"Activation code?! The computer and software experts employed by the White House didn't notice we needed an activation code?!" Romand Willi was fuming in front of the Chief of Staff.

His ability to shift blame was extremely skilled, almost ingrained in his genetics.

After all, if he didn't throw the blame elsewhere swiftly, most likely it would land squarely on him.

This embarrassing conference was a big deal for anyone to get landed with, too big a deal for anyone to bear.

"All right, Romand, now is not the time to assign blame. We still have 103 guests of great importance to various industries and our allies waiting at the reception, and we have at most two hours left. What we need to consider now is how to address the current issue!"