National Destiny: All Predictions Are Correct, the Country Begs Me to Come Out

I, Chen Zhou, am a social phobia, a street idiot, and a nine-level disability in life. I have been criticized by the academic community as a "pseudo-scientific lunatic". As a result, the national ban came, and I became Xia Guo's only life-saving straw. But my commander, teammates and experts don't seem to understand... Scenario 1: The contestants are trapped in the desert and severely short of water. I commanded: "Stop looking for water, put the most valuable compressed biscuits on your back and bury them in the sand." Expert team (roaring): "Crazy! This is asking for death! Cut off communications!" Result: The cookies attracted "gold-eating ants" underground, and the queen's nest was filled with "manna crystals"! Expert Group: "…" Scenario 2: Encountering the S-class monster "Hydra" and being unable to defeat it. I directed: "Don't run away, sing "Two Tigers" to it." Teammate Wang Jianjun (collapsed): "Guide! This snake has nine heads! No ears!" Result: The singing triggered the forbidden area rule "Nursery Rhymes to Tune Souls", and Hydra had an internal fight on the spot, with its nine heads fighting together and self-destructing. White Eagle Nation Think Tank: "(Collective Vomiting Blood) Report! Our black magic shield was penetrated by nursery rhymes!" Me (holding my forehead): "Please, just do as I say. Don't ask why. Asking is the wisdom of the ancestors of Jiuzhou. You mortals can't understand it!"