DaoistSGGKiH

Dear Bosstraatnese, my friends, and those who once lived on Bosstraat,
Twenty-five years ago, we navigated the alleys and woods of Hasselt and Diepenbeek with our broken English. Alongside foamy beers, hot wine and waffles, we debated European history, culture, politics, the future, music, and folklore, and created a series of inside jokes that still shine in my memory to this day.
Now, with the rapid advancement of new technologies, where neural implants rewrite human cognition and quantum tunneling blurs the world's boundaries, I'm crafting an adventure titled Adventure of Zhao—a vessel that preserves the DNA of our shared cross - cultural wonders.
The story is set in Huinan Town, Shanghai, in 2025. It tells the tale of Zhao Ming, an ordinary 48 years old clerk in his zodiac year. 
At seven o'clock on the eighth day of the first lunar month, while riding his electric bike to work, he suddenly noticed double - vision. Curiously, he discovered that these were glimpses of another world. Unable to resist his curiosity, he entered this parallel realm only to find it occupied by alien creatures even smaller than viruses. Humans were confined to tiny safe zones, at risk of infection with the slightest misstep. Once infected, they could only alleviate symptoms with herbal remedies, but the fate of becoming a puppet was irreversible. Fortunately, he found that the cola he carried could significantly relieve the infection symptoms. Even better, whenever he saw the double - vision again, he could return to his original world.
Thus, a miracle doctor emerged in the other world. His blue and red potions saved many lives. He actively established an impregnable stronghold in an abandoned town on the front line (a town in Los Angeles, USA), which became a reliable supply point for exploration teams from diverse ethnic and national backgrounds. Through trading with the exploration teams, he provided many affordable supplies for the civilians in the safe zone, earning universal praise.
Unbeknownst to all, cola syrup, AI technology, nuclear power batteries, robots, and other items were quietly delivered to the stronghold, becoming powerful weapons against the alien creatures.
The climax of this novel hinges on a fact we prove every day: Friction between cultures doesn't breed chaos but joy—the very energy that fueled our midnight laughs and loud talks in the Common Room in our twenties. Will you let your laughter be forever etched on this speculative tapestry?
I'm compiling my memories and adding my imagination—from the Nordic regions to Sicily, Italy—to fuel the narrative core. Let's use time - travel to create an all - powerful version of ourselves, for as my story will demonstrate, the most radical future is built upon a beloved past.
With nostalgia for Bosstraat,
Spencer
P.S. The draft includes a strange creature called the "Toad - mouthed Owl," which can speak in our idioms. When it declares, "Fxxkxx Bxxxx!", be ready to cringe/laugh!

Adventure of Zhao

Just as Zhao Ming's villa neared completion, unforeseen complications arose. While scrolling through his phone, Zhao stumbled upon breaking news: The nation had unveiled a 5,000-kilometer subterranean "Nuclear Great Wall." "Always prepared in these turbulent times," he muttered to himself, unaware that beneath the Eastern Power's thriving economy and record-breaking trade agreements with neighboring nations, the Western Power's ambitions remained undiminished.

Flashback to late August 2002: Fresh from his two-year study in the chocolate country, Zhao had participated in an online survey asking, "Will the Western Power abandon its nuclear annihilation plan against the Eastern Power? Why?" His detailed response earned him a 5-yuan phone credit.

Unbeknownst to him, this survey anf the other numerous surveys was just a small part of intelligence operation that ultimately confirmed humanity's most chilling revelation - the Western Power had long finalized plans for nuclear obliteration when it fails in future military competition. In response, the Eastern Power initiated Project Dragon.

Superficially, Project Dragon involved constructing 10,000 km of underground nuclear defense facilities. Yet its true purpose was far more audacious: Deep beneath the earth, an armada of colossal spacecraft was being secretly built to evacuate every Eastern Power citizen under 50.

When nuclear apocalypse struck, these vessels would erupt from beneath iconic landmarks - the Yellow River, Yangtze, Qinling Mountains - coalescing into a 10,000-km celestial dragon.

Shanghai would ascend as the dragon's head, merging with Beijing's airborne structures from the north, while an overseas base would lead the procession like a guiding pearl. This cosmic leviathan would circle the ancestral lands before embarking on a 2,500-year exodus to Proxima Centauri.

Citizens over 50 would remain as guardians, implementing the Century Contingency Plan to protect the launch.

Parallel initiatives will revolutionize survival technology:

Luminescence-independent crops for space agriculture.

Sentient AI systems capable of multi-generational ship management.

Room-temperature superconductors enabling millennia-long energy sustainability.

Pandemic-scale emergency drills optimizing confined-space crisis response.

By the 2025 Spring Festival, the Eastern Power strategically disclosed half the underground network - both as deterrence and final olive branch to prevent annihilation. Beneath silent mountains, spacecraft took shape like slumbering giants awaiting their cosmic awakening.

Unaware of these cataclysmic stakes, Zhao faced mundane crises. His phone buzzed with a WEEchat message from supervisor Li Yuan: "Think you're irreplaceable? Your reports took me one hour to redo. Follow my format or face disciplinary action!" This was retaliation for Zhao's recent department transfer request.

Instead of replying, Zhao retreated to his half-built sanctuary, where destiny intervened. A peculiar chirping led him to an intruder - a whimsical owl-like fledgling perched on the attic window. Its oversized beak and liquid eyes radiated ancient wisdom. Their comedic chase (Zhao's gruff shooing versus the creature's acrobatic dodges) culminated in truce. Christened "Mokou Shao" (Toad-mouthed Owl), this feathered squatter became his unexpected companion.

This interlude steeled Zhao's resolve. Emerging from his refuge, he grabbed his Home Mart tote and fired back: "I'm no slacker. I want to contribute. I want to win." He sent the message and returned to his sanctuary.

After four grueling weeks, Zhao's bunker stood complete: Hermetically sealed windows, air filtration humming, sterilization protocols active. With Mokou Shao fluttering nearby, he crossed the threshold. This haven represented more than survival - it embodied resilience, an act of defiance against collapsing worlds.

Chapter 5: The other world, Companionship, Hope