571: Chapter 570 China's True Enemy!

"Mentor?"

571: Chapter 570 China's True Enemy!

"Mentor?"

Hearing this title, Lin Mo raised his eyebrows slightly.

This kid.

His emotional intelligence is even more terrifying than his IQ.

He didn't ask about his grades, nor did he ask about the content of the Seed Project. Instead, he used the smartest way to seize the opportunity and draw closer to him.

Looking at the youth before him, who had a youthful appearance but the mind of an old fox, Lin Mo found it somewhat amusing.

However.

Lin Mo did not refuse.

"Of course you can."

"From today on, you are the first student of mine, Lin Mo."

"The first?"

Zhao Ming keenly captured this keyword, his heart stirring slightly.

"That's right, the first."

Lin Mo did not elaborate on this issue.

Instead, he changed the subject.

He went straight to today's main topic.

"Zhao Ming, do you know why we are conducting this Seed Project?"

Zhao Ming's heart stirred.

He replied earnestly.

"Seed..."

"This word, in our China, implies survival and continuation more than anything else."

"Could it be... that we have encountered a major event concerning the life and death of China?"

Upon hearing this.

A sharp glint flashed in Lin Mo's eyes.

"Zhao Ming, you are truly smart, exceptionally smart."

"This world is far more dangerous than you imagine..."

As Lin Mo spoke.

He raised his hand and made a light swipe in the air.

The holographic projection device in the center of the office was activated.

A deep, boundless cosmic starry sky instantly filled the entire room.

Lin Mo's finger tapped lightly on the star map.

The image zoomed in rapidly.

It finally locked onto a star system four light-years away from the Solar System.

A fleet of unimaginable scale, composed of countless points of light, appeared before Zhao Ming's eyes.

Those points of light were arranged in a huge spindle-shaped formation.

Each one represented a warship.

The scale of the fleet spanned nearly one-tenth of a light-year, and against the pitch-black cosmic background, it looked like a scar across the sky.

Cold, dead silent, and carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

The moment this image appeared.

Zhao Ming's face, which had always remained calm, finally showed a drastic change for the first time.

His pupils contracted violently.

His breathing became rapid.

Even though he had experienced a hundred lifetimes of reincarnation and had seen countless grand scenes, he had never seen such a shocking and despair-inducing sight.

This had completely exceeded his range of cognition.

"This... this is..."

Zhao Ming's throat felt a bit dry.

"This is an image observed by our Chinese Observatory through the gravitational lensing effect."

Lin Mo's voice rang out from the side, calm and heavy.

"This is the true enemy that we, China, and our entire human civilization, are about to face."

"The expeditionary fleet of the Trisolaran Civilization."

Zhao Ming stared fixedly at the "nebula" composed of light points on the screen, his brain racing.

He forced himself to calm down.

Using the most rational thinking to analyze this unbelievable situation.

A full three minutes passed.

He finally asked his first question.

"Distance?"

"Four light-years."

"According to their current speed, what is the estimated time of arrival in the Solar System?"

"About four hundred years, maybe faster, but this time is meaningless to us."

"Why?"

"Because..."

"The Trisolaran vanguard has already arrived."