Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 537 Toast Morning

A refreshing morning.

The recent days have been unusually dry and sunny, and even the birds seem to have come alive again, chirping softly. On such a day, the door leading from the office to the roof is opened.

A piece of toast walks with a relaxed and carefree gait—at first glance, it might be impossible to tell whether it actually has feet.

It stretched as it walked—and naturally, you couldn't find its waist.

Finally, he stood confidently in the sunlight.

Perfect toast is here to replenish our long-awaited golden energy!

As for what "golden energy" is, it's the sun, of course. It's common knowledge that only by basking in the sun can toast maintain its perfect crust color and intense aroma.

The sun is the perfect friend of toast!

The sun must be the shell left behind by a loaf of toast that successfully ascended to heaven in the distant, forgotten past—and there's a reason why it's round—and it continues to radiate light and heat, nourishing generations of toasts to come.

If a piece of toast is not soft where it should be, not crispy where it should be, and has an aroma that is either too strong or too weak, then it is obvious that it has not been sun-dried enough!

Your toast might be lacking sunlight!

Quickly bring your toast out into the sunlight and offer it a proper tribute so that it can receive the gift of golden energy!
In this world, some people believe cats have a precious life, and some believe dogs have a precious life, but these are all false notions. Some even believe that unsung plants are incredibly great, which is equally wrong.

The ultimate answer to the universe is—toast.

Toast is the most expensive.

Do you think that the meager value of the toast sold in stores is all that matters?
shallow.

Toast that cannot have the perfect texture, exude the perfect aroma, and make people drool is failing in its duty! And humans, who caused toast to not be like this, are even more to blame!
One day, the perfect toast will let all beings know: this world is a giant toast.

Toast is the underlying logic of the capital!

"Awoo~!" Thinking of this, even the perfect toast couldn't help but let out a majestic roar towards the sun.

Even wolves, often seen as totems, can only howl at the moon, while this toast can howl directly at the sun. Can those stupid dogs do that?!
That solar eclipse thing, it'll happen sooner or later too...

boom!
A cat-shaped bullet, automatically tracking, suddenly flew up from downstairs, accompanied by a cute, lazy "meow." It hit Toast directly as he was roaring in his excitement, sending him spinning and flying all over the rooftop before landing comically on the ground, bouncing a few times before finally lying there, barely alive, having lost all color and aroma.

"Ouch...ow..."

Downstairs, Lin Yilin expressionlessly lowered the hand holding the cat gun, stuffed it back into her bag, and without looking up, took out her keys and opened the door to the agency.

I came to "work" early this morning and heard Toast Dog barking. What bad luck!

It was just occasionally making some strange noises on the rooftop.

Lin Yilin felt she recognized it and quickly recalled it.

It mentions a lot of content that seems to be from Toast's own "Toast Classic".

Praised by toast as "the book of toast," "essential reading for every slice of toast," and "a book that every slice of toast in the world should own," it is incredibly confident, as if it has transformed all the true and false myths and novels it hears from Zheng Fan into toast stories, making them all very convincing.

Lin Yilin shook her head. Her brain was occupied by strange things again.

Pushing open the door and entering the office, Lin Yilin's gaze swept across the room, searching for that figure.

Very well, today Mr. Illusion has transformed into a black cat, curled up on the sofa covered with a blanket, and turned into a puddle.

"Good morning, Mr. Illusion." Lin Yilin approached.

The cat poked its head out from under the blanket, opened its mouth wide and yawned, but it was probably just for show: "Good morning, Binary Sister, you're here early today."

"Because I took a few days off during the New Year holiday and accumulated some commissions, I need to deal with them today when I go back to work," Lin Yilin explained, while she reached out and pulled Zheng Fan out of the warm bed, gently stroking his fur.

Zheng Fan, now a black cat, didn't struggle, his eyes half-open: "You actually rested?"

He thought Binary Girl was the type who never took a vacation.

People tend to become lazy during the Chinese New Year.

"That would mean missing out on a lot of requests, and there are also some evil things that take advantage of people's laziness."

"I've asked those who have requests to leave a message, and I'll take a look at all the requests beforehand. If it can be resolved online via text, I'll consult them directly. If it's very serious, I'll consider helping them directly. If it's not serious or urgent, I'll leave it until after the New Year." Lin Yilin, holding Zheng Fan, freed one hand to take the coffee automatically brewed by the coffee machine and then sat down at the desk.

"At least nothing serious came up to me during the New Year, so things were relatively easy. But I still have over thirty requests to resolve within this week."

"Huh? Even though they're all small requests, you still get a lot of people looking for you." Zheng Fan's eyes widened a little when he heard the number.

The size of Lin Yilin's firm's permanent staff is no longer commensurate with her fame.

Aside from working at a fixed location, she now handles commissions in a manner more akin to a freelancer.

As her fame grows, she inevitably attracts many people who come seeking her help, especially wealthy families who are willing to spend money to find her to solve their problems.

However, Lin Yilin's criteria for selecting clients remain unchanged. If she were to work even harder, Zero One Studio's reputation could reach new heights.

However, for Lin Yilin, working at the firm is still not a job she absolutely has to do, and it is impossible for her to lower her standards and take on more clients.

A noise came from inside the office, and Toast came running downstairs, puffing out his cheeks: "Awoo! Awoo!"

You wicked binary girl! Did you do this?!

Toast stood up and pointed with its short legs at the huge hole in its abdomen where a bullet had ripped open: "Awooo!"

"What's wrong with what I'm doing?" Lin Yilin didn't even bother to lie about the toast. She didn't even look at it, and continued to work on her tasks while feeling the texture of Zheng Fan's keyboard with one hand.

The toast could only strongly condemn it, but it knew it couldn't do anything to Lin Yilin. Its puffed-up appearance made it look like it was about to turn into a pineapple bun from anger.

They found the flour that had been prepared for it throughout the agency. A well-made loaf of bread will replenish itself with flour; it doesn't need Zheng Fan's help anymore, unless Lin Yilin beats it so badly it can't move...

(End of this chapter)