A is in StarCraft, just disembarked from the Zerg Prince spaceship.

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Everyone who came to the Human Federation knows that the Zerg's Minister of Foreign Affairs, Greta, and the Human's Minister of Foreign Affairs, Zhao Zheng, are dating.

We don't know exactly when they started to hit it off, but by the time everyone realized it, they were already a recognized couple.

Their jobs were not very stable, and normally they would be separated more often than not. However, the newly appointed Queen of Insects gave Minister Greta a special favor and sent him to the human Federation for permanent assignment.

Oh, Your Majesty the Great Queen.

The Human Federation built the Liernia Empire's Embassy in the Human Federation. It was quite grand, blending Liernia's ornate retro architectural style with the minimalist interior style of the human race. The interior was also fully equipped with technology, striving to ensure that the ambassadors would not feel any inconvenience in their lives and work in the Human Federation.

The Zerg were satisfied, and so were the humans.

Minister Greta and Minister Zhao, the human, always went home together after get off work, and everyone was used to it.

However, recently... emmm, it seems there have been some changes.

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The capital's twilight is a golden twilight, where metal buildings intertwine with the setting sun, and the afterglow coats the glass walls of towering skyscrapers with a layer of gold. A constant stream of floating cars shuttles along the avenues, leaving trails of light.

As the workday ended, members of the Liernia Ministry of Foreign Affairs stationed on Earth gradually emerged from the embassy building.

Minister Greta always attracts a lot of attention.

There's no other reason than that he's just too good-looking.

The termite's snow-white skin had a few bits of shell residue, and white pearl earrings shimmered on the tips of his earlobes. A well-fitting suit hugged his slender figure, and he walked with unhurried steps.

Generally speaking, Minister Greta is picked up by Minister Zhao, a human, after work. Minister Zhao parks his car at the entrance of the embassy's office building every day.

However, in the past two weeks, some observant staff and security personnel at the entrance of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs building have noticed a small change.

I haven't seen that sleek black hovercar with the Federation of Humanities diplomatic license plate in a long time; Minister Greta drives it herself now.

Could it be...?

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Minister Greta finished get off work and took the private elevator directly from his top-floor office down to the underground hovercar garage. He found his private car, skillfully got into the driver's seat, set the navigation, and headed to the Human Federation Ministry of Foreign Affairs building.

No, they're just guessing.

Actually, the reason why Zhao Zheng didn't come to pick him up these past few days is both funny and very realistic.

Minister Zhao's aircraft is currently subject to license plate restrictions, so now Minister Greta usually picks up Zhao Zheng in her hovercar after get off work.

To protect the Earth's environment, there are too many hovercars. Every now and then, some hovercars with certain license plates need to stop operating for a while, and then switch back to operating in rotation.

Hilarious! The vast and sparsely populated Leernia region has never seen such an event before. It's so funny; I never imagined that humans would have such a thing as travel restrictions.

What nonsense about Zhao Zheng changing his mind? That's a lie. Zhao Zheng is practically glued to him every day.

Bai Zhenzhu fastened her seatbelt and was just about to start the hovercar—

He came out quite late; most of the employees had already left, and only a few scattered cars remained in the underground parking lot, with no one else in sight.

Just as he was about to press the power start button, a murmur of conversation drifted vaguely into the hovercar through the gaps between the vehicles.

Although the sound was deliberately kept low, it was exceptionally clear in the relatively quiet underground parking garage.

Several insects were coming out of the elevator; they seemed to be employees from other departments, preparing to leave together.

The underground parking lot was dimly lit. After they got off the elevator, they didn't notice the insects in the car next to them. They glanced around and assumed that there was no one else in the underground parking garage except for them.

So they felt free to discuss it freely.

"Why hasn't that human Minister Zhao come to pick up Minister Greta lately?"

"have no idea."

"Around this time before, that black Federal-standard hovercar would always be parked outside, but I haven't seen it lately."

Another voice chimed in, cautiously adding, "Oh dear, it must have been... at least half a month, right?"

"Is something wrong with them? Everything was fine before, wasn't it?"

"Hard to say."

"When humans lived to be 100 and the Zerg lived to be 200, they were considered a good match. But now both humans and Zerg live to be 200. Hmm, Minister Greta is a solid 70 years old this year, while that human Minister Zhao is only 30."

"So young?"

"Yes. And now that humanity is powerful, Minister Zhao has so many more choices to make..."

"Who can argue with that?"

"Tsk..."

Then they stopped talking, greeted each other, and seemed to have found their cars and were preparing to leave.

Bai Zhenzhu's finger paused for a moment, and she hesitated to press the start button.

That's when he remembered.

Yes.

They now have the same lifespan.

If their lifespans were equal... then the conversion of age would no longer be necessary.

He was truly a septuagenarian, while Zhao Zheng was only in his early thirties, in the prime of his life.

Perhaps Zhao Zheng gave him too much security, so he never thought of this part.

With life expectancy now flattened to two hundred years, this forty-year age difference can no longer be simply explained by differences in racial life expectancy; it is starkly real.

In the past, the conversion wouldn't have made much difference, but now that lifespans have been leveled out, it's almost like there are two different life stages.

He was older than General Zhao Chongshan.

Bai Zhenzhu's fingers tightened slightly on the steering wheel.

After completing gene optimization, Zhao Zheng is in the early stages of his life, at the peak of his physical strength, energy, wisdom, and maturity.

He is handsome and astute, possessing both the composure of a mature person and the vigor of a young man. He navigates the interstellar diplomatic arena with ease, attracting attention from all sides.

The rise of the Human Federation has further shrouded him in the aura of being a "spokesperson for emerging powers".

There will definitely be many people attracted to him.

So, Zhao Zheng is currently at his most charismatic. Would he think that others are better than him?

Although seventy years old can be considered the early stage of the Zerg's prime, seventy years old is still different from thirty years old.

Reason told him that Zhao Zheng loved him.

However, emotions do not always follow the dictates of reason.

He glanced subconsciously at the rearview mirror, where his still elegant and refined face was reflected.

He is indeed handsome.

However, once you realize something, you can never ignore it.

It looked great, but he still couldn't help but feel frustrated.

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The building of the Human Federation Ministry of Foreign Affairs gradually quieted down as evening approached.

One by one, my colleagues left.

Zhao Zheng stood listlessly at the entrance of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs building, waiting for his daughter Pearl to pick him up from get off work.

Many colleagues' hovercars passed by the entrance, and when they saw him standing there waiting, they immediately wondered if his car was subject to license plate restrictions that day. They rolled down their windows to ask if he needed a ride, but he refused them all.

He was a little smug, after all, his wife was there to pick him up.

But he waited until it was almost dark.

Hmm, it's almost dark, why isn't Pearl here yet?

He glanced at his watch again.

Yes, it's a little later than usual, but the pearls should arrive soon.

Zhao Zheng stood pitifully under the porch, waiting.

The sky had gradually transitioned from a magnificent sunset to a deep indigo blue, and the rings of stars began to emit a soft glow on the horizon. The floating car lights on the streets converged into flowing rivers of light.

Time passed second by second.

Zhao Zheng stared longingly at the gate and vehicle access road.

Why isn't Pearl here yet? Did something suddenly come up, or is she in a meeting?

Zhao Zheng wanted to call him, but was afraid that calling would affect his work, so he could only continue to wait pitifully at the door.

After waiting a while longer, Pearl still hadn't arrived.

Zhao Zheng couldn't resist squatting down and picking up a dry twig from the small flower bed next to him to start drawing circles.

The pearl will come, the pearl won't come, the pearl will come in one minute, the pearl will come in five minutes...

As he crouched, a powerful engine sound, unlike the luxurious hovercars around him, suddenly roared closer and closer.

Immediately afterwards, a silver-gray Imperial standard hovercar came to an abrupt stop in front of him with a screech, moving at a slightly faster speed than usual.

So handsome.

—The pearl will come! The pearl is coming now!