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(I am indeed a time traveler. This story is an autobiography and not a fabrication.)

(So ​​here's the second challenge. If you don't believe the first one, then put your brain here for the best reading experience.)

The G333 Fuxing bullet train is speeding across the land of China.

Unlike the bustling scene outside the ordinary carriages, which are crowded and filled with the smell of instant noodles and snacks, the first-class VIP soft sleeper carriage is so quiet that you can hear the faint sound of the air conditioning system blowing air.

This place is comparable to a mobile luxury studio apartment, with a spacious layout and only four individual leather sofa chairs.

The warm yellow light cast a golden glow over everything inside the carriage.

Su Qinghuan carefully touched up her lipstick in front of the small mirror.

Today she wore a well-tailored black business suit that hugged her curvaceous and alluring figure, and her long, beautiful legs encased in black stockings were even more enticing.

As the leading lady of Strawberry TV, Su Qinghuan is not only beautiful, but also has first-class professional skills.

As the Spring Festival approaches, the station has planned a special live broadcast program called "The Flavor of the New Year on the Road," which is dedicated to recording the bits and pieces of people's journeys home for the Spring Festival.

In previous episodes, Su Qinghuan and her team traveled through green trains, long-distance buses, and ordinary high-speed rail carriages, capturing many authentic scenes.

A college student who managed to snag a ticket excitedly showed it to the camera, saying he would give his grandmother a big hug when he got home for the New Year.

A migrant worker who had been working away from home for a year spoke to the camera about his helplessness and bitterness at being owed wages by his boss.

There was also a family of three crammed into a hard seat, their faces weary but their eyes bright, looking forward to reuniting with their loved ones.

These authentic and down-to-earth contents made the program "The Flavor of the New Year on the Road" an instant hit across the internet, with its ratings and online popularity soaring.

The show became a hit, and the station's ambitions grew as well.

The leadership issued a new directive: We've filmed enough stories about ordinary people; it's time to let the audience see how rich people celebrate the New Year at home.

With their boss giving them a huge bonus, Su Qinghuan and her team set their sights on the VIP carriage of this high-speed train.

"Wow, holy crap! It's rare to ride in a carriage reserved for the wealthy. This is so classy!"

The cameraman and his assistant rarely get to ride in a train like this, and it would be a lie to say they weren't excited.

"Check all the equipment, we're about to start broadcasting." Su Qinghuan put down the mirror and whispered to the cameraman and assistant behind her.

"Don't worry, Qinghuan, everything's fine!"

Taking a deep breath, Su Qinghuan put on her signature sweet and friendly smile and slowly stood up and walked away.

As soon as she stepped inside, she sensed the difference in atmosphere.

Besides the three members of their production team, there were only three other people in the carriage.

No, to be precise, it was four people.

Three burly men dressed in matching black suits and wearing sunglasses sat in the three seats by the window.

Even when they were sitting, you could see the bulging muscles beneath their suits, their backs were ramrod straight, and they exuded a cold aura that kept strangers at bay.

That aura... he's definitely not an ordinary bodyguard.

Su Qinghuan's heart skipped a beat.

She had done her research and knew that the ticket price for this carriage was comparable to that of a first-class airplane ticket, and that only the wealthy and powerful could sit here, but she hadn't expected such a grand spectacle.

The moment Su Qinghuan approached, the three men in black suits seemed ready to strike at any moment.

When her gaze swept over the last seat, she froze.

Sitting there was a child.

A little boy who looks no more than seven or eight years old.

The boy was wearing a well-tailored black Zhongshan suit. It wasn't a luxury brand, but the material and workmanship were extremely exquisite.

He sat quietly by the window, holding an old-fashioned thread-bound book, engrossed in reading it.

The scenery outside the window rushed past, and the light and shadow fell on his incredibly delicate profile, with his fair skin, long and curled eyelashes, and high nose bridge.

This child is so good-looking!

He's even more handsome than the most famous child models.

Su Qinghuan's heart skipped a beat, and she instantly had an idea.

These three men in black suits look like troublemakers. If you force an interview, you might get thrown out as a nuisance.

But isn't this child the best breakthrough point?

Which big shot brings their kids home? Kids are always innocent, naive, and easy to talk to.

Thinking of this, Su Qinghuan's smile widened. She gestured for the cameraman to follow, then strode forward and walked straight toward the little boy.

"Qinghuan is live! Brothers, I'm here!"

"Selling melon seeds, peanuts, and bottled water in the front row. By the way, let's see which big shot Goddess Qinghuan will be interviewing today."

"Holy crap! Is this a VIP carriage on a high-speed train? It's as luxurious as a hotel! Is this what it means to have money to buy a ticket?"

"Who are those three men in black suits? They look so stylish, are they filming a movie?"

"The focus is on that kid! My god, he's absolutely gorgeous! Whose young master is he?"

"My goodness, seeing this makes me want to open a primary school and support this little brother's education!"

"Hey upstairs, do you even know what it means to start with a year as the unit of measurement?"

"Wait, why did you suddenly start driving? I haven't even gotten in the car yet!"

As soon as Su Qinghuan's live stream started, countless viewers flocked in, and the screen was instantly flooded with comments.

The audience's curiosity was immediately piqued by the unusual combination of people in the carriage.

However, just as Su Qinghuan was three steps away from the child, a sudden change occurred!

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

The three burly men in black suits who were originally sitting suddenly stood up at the same time, their movements perfectly synchronized, like three impenetrable walls, instantly blocking Su Qinghuan's path.

They didn't speak, but simply took off their sunglasses, revealing three pairs of sharp, hawk-like eyes that were fixed intently on Su Qinghuan.

His eyes were filled with warning and scrutiny, and the chilling killing intent almost solidified.

Su Qinghuan's smile froze instantly, and she stopped abruptly in her tracks. She felt like prey being targeted by three fierce tigers, a chill running from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

The live stream chat exploded with comments.

"Holy crap! What's going on? They're about to make their move?"

"How terrifying! That bodyguard's eyes could kill!"

"Goddess Qinghuan, step back! Danger!"

"Oh no, buy a house! No way, my goddess, Huanzi, Huanzi..."

"Oh no, this episode is going to be a disaster! We've really messed up!"

"Damn it, they're making a group chat... and they didn't invite me! They could at least let me hear them from the doorway!"

The cameraman was so startled by the scene that his hand trembled, and the camera shook.

Su Qinghuan felt flustered, but her professionalism forced her to calm down.

She raised her hands to indicate that she meant no harm and was about to explain.

Just then, a child's voice, calm yet with a hint of coldness, drifted from behind the three "human walls".

"It's alright."

Just two words, spoken softly, yet they seemed to possess an undeniable magic.

"Let's see what she's going to do."

As soon as he finished speaking, the three menacing men in black didn't hesitate for a second. They all took a step back, sat back down in their original seats, and put their sunglasses back on, as if nothing had happened.

The entire process was seamless and filled with a chilling sense of obedience.

Su Qinghuan and her team, along with the millions of viewers in the live stream, were all stunned.

All eyes instinctively turned to the little boy who was still holding his book and hadn't even looked up.

Was he just giving orders?

These three tough guys, who look like they could kill a bull with one punch, actually listened to and obeyed the words of an eight-year-old child?

Su Qinghuan felt like her brain wasn't working properly.

What exactly is going on?

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