With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

Jiang Zhiyu is someone who acts on impulse.

As soon as the idea took shape, she stood up, pushed open the door, and walked quickly to the command room. She opened the door, went in, and without saying a word, pulled Zhuge Yunhe out.

Upon reaching an open space, Jiang Zhiyu got straight to the point.

"I can go to the other side of the bridge. Give me a document, and any messages or instructions you need me to convey. We'll work on this side, and I'll notify them over there—only by advancing both lines simultaneously can this vital artery be opened as quickly as possible."

She paused for a moment: "Give me a document so I can identify myself when I go over."

Zhuge Yunhe glanced at her amusedly: "You silly girl, are you so busy you've lost your mind? The certificate our bureau gave you is more useful than anything else—do I really need to issue you another document?"

Jiang Zhiyu was taken aback: "...Really? I didn't know my ID was used for this."

"Girl, you underestimate our bureau." Zhuge Yunhe rarely showed a hint of smugness, stroking his beard. "With our credentials, which department wouldn't give us a wide berth?"

Then he asked, "When are you going?"

"I'll leave in a bit. I'm going to check on the situation with the rescue team."

"Alright, go take a look." Zhuge Yunhe nodded. "Right now, you're the only one here who can transport those supplies. What we really lack is technical personnel; we don't lack anything else. People—you can't possibly transport them to me, can you?"

Jiang Zhiyu rolled her eyes at him: "You're overthinking it."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Zhuge Yunhe rubbed his nose, watching her hurried figure disappear into the distance, and muttered, "Was I pushing this girl a little too hard...?"

Then he turned and went into the command room.

Jiang Zhiyu returned to her dormitory, exhausted from the entire day, her body aching as if she had been run over.

She locked the door from the inside, made sure no one was around, and then slipped into the space.

Inside and outside were two different worlds. The air was crisp and clear, the grass and trees were lush and green, and the Tiger King family of four were nestled on the grass basking in the moonlight—two tiger cubs were cuddling and rolling around, while the white tiger cub was on top of the orange tiger, slapping each other with its furry paws, having a great time.

Jiang Zhiyu squatted down, picked up one tiger cub in each hand, and rubbed their round bellies. The two little guys let out a couple of whimpering cries, their four paws flailing in the air, their soft paw pads patting the back of her hand without hurting at all.

My mood suddenly calmed down.

She put the tiger cubs back on the grass and took a bath by the spring. The warm water enveloped her whole body, and her sore muscles relaxed one by one. The spring water seeped into her skin, slowly healing the fatigue of the day and the small wounds.

She soaked for about half an hour before getting up.

She hesitated for a moment while changing her clothes.

When visiting the military, one shouldn't be too casual, but also shouldn't be too ostentatious—this is a disaster area, not a fashion show.

She rummaged through the clothing section of her room and pulled out a dark blue collared Zhongshan suit. She changed into a pair of black flat cloth shoes, walking silently.

Her hair was tied into a low ponytail, hanging neatly down the back of her head.

There were no extra jewelry, no embellishments whatsoever. The only things he carried with him, besides his identification, were a pot of spiritual spring water.

She looked at herself in the water of the spiritual spring—simple, neat, and presentable.

"Seventeen, initiate teleportation. Destination: The opposite bank of the South Railway Bridge."

"Received. The teleportation distance is quite far, you'll need three attempts!"

"start."

The view on the other side was completely different from what I had imagined.

It's not silence, it's not a standstill—it's bustling with activity.

Lighting was everywhere. Construction site spotlights, car headlights, and emergency lights were placed on both sides of the river, illuminating the entire construction area as bright as day.

Although current technology is far less advanced than that of later generations, the military has always put the people first. In the face of disaster relief, conditions must be created even if they are not available—if there are not enough lights, use vehicle lights; if there is not enough machinery, use people to pull and carry; if roads are impassable, build one on the spot.

Jiang Zhiyu stood in the shadows for a while before emerging from the darkness.

The young soldier on patrol nearby was startled. He shone his flashlight over and his hand was already on the butt of his rifle.

"Comrade! Who are you? How did you get here? Do you have relatives or friends who need rescue?"

Without saying a word, Jiang Zhiyu took out her ID and handed it over.

"I want to see your commander-in-chief."

The young soldier took the document, flipped through it a couple of times, and frowned—he couldn't understand a single word on it; the various numbers and stamps seemed like something from another world.

He dared not delay, stood at attention and saluted: "Comrade, please wait a moment!"

Then he took off running.

About twenty minutes later, a middle-aged man in military uniform walked over quickly.

His posture was upright, his steps steady, and the stars on his epaulets twinkled under the lights. His face bore the weariness of a journey, but his eyes were sharp.

He walked up to Jiang Zhiyu and extended his hand first: "Comrade, may I see your identification?"

Jiang Zhiyu handed over the documents.

He glanced at it, his expression shifted slightly, he closed the document, took a step back, stood at attention, and gave a standard military salute.

"Hello, I am Rao Xu, the deputy commander of this military region."

He straightened up, his gaze scrutinizing with a hint of curiosity: "Are you someone sent by the venerable Zhuge Liang?"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded.

"Here's the thing—Old Zhuge sent me to tell you that everything is stable over there for now. Your focus should be on the rescue efforts here. We had pre-planned measures in place, and there are no major issues with the rescue supplies and personnel over there. He'll contact you as soon as radio communication is restored."

She paused for a moment, then said, "We're working on both ends here, so we should be able to repair the bridge and restore the passage soon."

When Commander Rao heard that this young comrade actually called him "Old Zhuge" instead of a respectful title, he raised an eyebrow slightly.

He led his troops over overnight, thinking they would be the first to arrive in the disaster area to begin work, but unexpectedly...

After she finished speaking, she turned to leave, but after taking two steps, she turned back and added, "Don't worry about me, I'm just wandering around."

Jiang Zhiyu walked around the construction area, stopping frequently to watch the soldiers working hard under the lights.

Some people carried sandbags and ran to the riverbank, their uniforms soaked with sweat; some squatted next to steel beams and welded, sparks crackling and popping; some directed cranes to transport materials, their voices deafening.

She had originally intended to take some photos, but when she saw war correspondents running around with cameras in the distance, she gave up on the idea.

Just as I was about to turn back, I suddenly caught sight of two familiar figures out of the corner of my eye.

"Jiang Zhiyu?!"

Lin Qingqing rushed over almost screaming.

She was wearing faded work clothes, her hair tied back with a cloth strip, her face smudged with dust, and her hands wrapped in gauze—clearly she wasn't there for a staged photoshoot. She ran up to Jiang Zhiyu, her eyes wide, her lips moving several times, as if she couldn't believe it.

"I thought I was seeing things... I was hallucinating!" She grabbed Jiang Zhiyu's arm. "I didn't expect you to really be on the front lines! You truly are my idol!"

Jiang Zhiyu was also somewhat surprised: "Aren't you from the performing arts troupe? How come you're involved in disaster relief?"

"I came here voluntarily!" Lin Qingqing's eyes shone like stars. "I applied specifically! After leaving Kyoto and arriving at the front lines, the passion here is even stronger, and I felt that I was needed here more."

Jiang Zhiyu looked at her dusty but energetic face and reached out to pat her shoulder.

"Excellent, you've grown very quickly."

She paused for a moment, then said in a calm but earnest tone, "Our thriving country needs passionate young people like you. I believe it will only get better."

Lin Qingqing's face flushed with excitement, her lips trembled, she wanted to say something but couldn't, and in the end she just nodded frantically.

Beside her, Lin Qingci stood quietly.

He was half a head taller than Lin Qingqing, also dressed in work clothes with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. There were several bloody marks on his forearms from being rubbed against steel bars, but he seemed completely unaware of them. He looked at Jiang Zhiyu with a calm gaze, not as outgoing as his sister's, but his eyes clearly said—as expected.

He said this girl was no ordinary person. She couldn't possibly be just pretty.

Not just anyone can come to the front lines. He applied for a long time, and it was only approved due to the special nature of his profession—there are many people who want to come for disaster relief, but those who are standing here, apart from the nearby troops, are all extraordinary individuals.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at Lin Qingci and nodded to him.

Lin Qingci returned the courtesy in the same way—neither humble nor arrogant, restrained and proper.

"Alright, I won't bother you anymore." Jiang Zhiyu turned around. "I have other things to do."

She took two steps, then suddenly turned back to look at Lin Qingqing.

"I believe in you." A slight smile played on her lips. "See you at the top."

Lin Qingqing nodded excitedly, responding with "Mmm" repeatedly, her eyes reddening.

-

After confirming that there were no major problems on the other side of the bridge, Jiang Zhiyu mentally said, "Seventeen, let's go back."

"receive."

This side of Dacheng Mountain.

It was already very late at night, but the construction site was still brightly lit.

The bright and cheerful scene of people working dispelled the gloom that had hung over everyone's hearts after the disaster.