Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 116 My turn, draw cards!
The mission at Qinglong Lake has ended.

Before the sun set, Chen Baiyu skillfully climbed back to his room from the hotel's exterior wall by repeatedly turning the Thousand Illusion Mask on and off to keep it at its maximum duration.

Upon returning to his room, he immediately checked the simple preparations made at the doorway.

The strands of hair tangled between the doorknob and the wall had not broken; they remained in the same knotted state.

After confirming that no one had come in.

Only then did Chen Baiyu feel relieved and plop down back on the bed.

He first checked his phone.

Aside from sending a text message to say hello at noon, Zhang Yuanzhi didn't make any other moves, clearly as he had said before leaving, that he would probably be busy until the evening.

Apart from Zhang Yuanzhi.

There was also virtually no news from anyone else.

This was also within Chen Baiyu's expectations.

Aside from occasionally needing to pay his respects to his parents, he basically only had his neighbor Aunt Zhang's family as friends in the vast Sichuan province.

Online, apart from occasionally meeting up with college classmates to play games, there are only a few netizens who get together to chat, gossip, and gossip.

In a sense.

Chen Baiyu was somewhat reclusive.

While it may not reach the extreme level of antisocial personality disorder, it is still necessary to see a psychologist.

of course.

Considering that everyone in the world has some degree of mental health issues, it is almost impossible for anyone in modern society to be completely mentally healthy.

Chen Baiyu felt that her eccentricity was nothing to worry about.

In fact, after obtaining the system.

He became somewhat eccentric and didn't think this was called being withdrawn.

Wild beasts always walk alone, but cattle and sheep only travel in groups.

In the midst of random thoughts.

A message came in on WeChat.

【Live Up to Your Youth】: I think I've finished my work for now, so I'm going to have dinner at the small restaurant next door?

Upon seeing the message Zhang Yuanzhi suddenly sent, he stopped what he was doing, as he was about to check the remaining rewards in the Dragon King's Legacy Gift Pack.

Considering that I haven't gone out to make my presence known or leave any photos or videos since I entered the hotel room this morning, I'm not sure what to do with my time.

He decided to check the reward later.

The remaining rewards are nothing more than 300 experience points and one chance to draw a prize.

300 experience points goes without saying.

There's no rush for the lottery chance. I can go out for a meal, then take a good bath and burn incense when I get back before trying my luck.

Thinking.

He sent Zhang Yuanzhi the message "On the way".

He then packed up and left the room.

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The orange glow of the setting sun streamed through the huge glass windows into this restaurant, which had a touch of western Sichuan style.

The wooden tables and chairs, as well as the faces of the diners, were bathed in warmth.

The air was filled with the aroma of chili peppers, Sichuan peppercorns, and dishes, and the bustling sounds of people filled the air with the noise of daily life.

As soon as Chen Baiyu stepped into the bustling restaurant, his eyes instinctively scanned the entire room quickly.

Through the bustling crowd at several tables, he immediately spotted a familiar figure by the window—Zhang Yuanzhi.

A sheet of A4 printing paper was spread out in front of Zhang Yuanzhi.

His brows were furrowed, and he was irritably grabbing at his already sparse hair with one hand, while holding his phone in the other, speaking rapidly into the microphone in a low voice, as fast as a machine gun.

"I've looked at the list! None of them are suitable! Either the style doesn't match or they're too expensive! We're in a real crisis, and you're telling me we can't find anything suitable? ...Nonsense! Keep looking! Turn every nook and cranny upside down and find me something that can fill the gap!"

He quickly hung up the phone.

My finger flew across the phone screen, seemingly tapping on a new contact.

But after hesitating for a moment, he irritably threw his phone on the table with a soft "thud".

His finger slammed down on a line on the A4 paper, then drew a circle with such force that it almost pierced the paper. He muttered something under his breath, and his anxiety was clearly visible on his face.

Chen Baiyu walked over silently, pulled out the chair opposite Zhang Yuanzhi, and sat down.

Zhang Yuanzhi only looked up abruptly when the chair legs screeched against the ground.

A look of confusion flashed across his bloodshot eyes before he focused on Chen Baiyu's face.

That professional, slightly ingratiating smile instantly appeared, but it couldn't hide the weariness and apology from the bottom of society.

"Oh dear! Bai Yu! Look at my brain! I promised to treat you to a meal, and you... you're already here and I didn't even notice!"

Zhang Yuanzhi hurriedly tried to put away the A4 paper covered with circles and crosses, appearing somewhat flustered.

"I'm so damn sorry about today! Things just never go as planned! A whole bunch of things just piled up at once! I was hoping to take you to Kuanzhai Alley to experience Chengdu's slow-paced life, but look at me..."

"I've been busy since noon, my feet haven't touched the ground, the phone hasn't stopped ringing, and I haven't even had time to drink some water!"

He pointed to his phone, then to the crumpled piece of paper. His voice was noticeably hoarse, clearly from yelling on the phone.

"Thank you for your hard work, Brother Zhang."

Chen Baiyu naturally picked up the menu on the table and flipped through it, her tone calm, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over the A4 paper that Zhang Yuanzhi had pressed under his arm but which still revealed most of its contents.

The title above clearly reads "List of Candidate Teams for Warm-up Programs for Chengdu Marathon," while below are names, contact information, and brief notes that are crossed out in a mess.

The big red cross at the top is the name of the original college ethnic dance troupe. Sure enough, the incident is still unresolved.

"Food is the most important thing for people. We must eat first, and even the most important things can be discussed after we have eaten our fill."

"Brother Zhang, don't just keep busy, have something to eat?"

Chen Baiyu closed the menu.

He quickly ordered several local specialties from the approaching waiter, then looked at Zhang Yuanzhi.

"Ugh! I have no appetite!"

Zhang Yuanzhi waved his hand, but seeing the steaming hot food quickly served and the rich aroma wafting over, he subconsciously swallowed.

He picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of twice-cooked pork, but chewed it without much flavor, his brow still furrowed.

"Everything was arranged perfectly, but then this mass food poisoning happened at the last minute! This is outrageous! We have to perform tomorrow night, and now we don't even have replacements..."

Chen Baiyu picked up a piece of Mapo Tofu with his chopsticks, feeling the explosion of numbing, spicy, and hot sensation on his tongue. He slowly opened his mouth, his tone as if he had just remembered a trivial matter: "Brother Zhang, I remember... during your performance in Suining, there was a team performing grappling and martial arts? The team led by Zhao Lei from Leiyang Grappling Hall."

Zhang Yuanzhi was stunned, his mouth, which was holding chopsticks, stopped, and then his eyes suddenly lit up: "Zhao Lei?! Yes, yes, yes! That's right! Oh dear, look at my brain, I'm so confused! Their performance in Suining was quite well received!"

He quickly put down his chopsticks, remembering that Chen Baiyu and Zhao Lei seemed quite familiar with each other when they were in Suining, so he asked eagerly, "You and Zhao Lei... are very familiar?"

"He's the president of a university club, and we have a pretty good relationship." "You've seen his performance style before; it's powerful and energetic, incorporating elements of traditional martial arts. Although it's different from folk dance, it's definitely good enough as an opening act to create atmosphere. The key is that they're based in Chengdu, so it's easy to mobilize them on short notice, and the communication costs are low. If you don't have anyone more suitable right now, I think you could ask them if they can fill in."

Chen Baiyu nodded, took a sip of soy milk, and said.

Zhang Yuanzhi slapped his thigh, his worried expression instantly vanishing. He was so excited he almost stood up: "Great! Great! Bai Yu! When you're in a hurry, you forget everything! Right, right! Leiyang Catching School! How come I didn't think of them! You know them well, that's wonderful! I'm completely at ease leaving this matter to you to handle!"

He seemed to see a glimmer of hope, and even his voice became more confident.

“I happen to be free tomorrow morning,” Chen Baiyu said, continuing the conversation. “I can go to Leiyang Catching Hall and help you finalize this with Zhao Lei.”

"No, no, no!" Zhang Yuanzhi waved his hands repeatedly, a smile appearing on his face for the first time. "How can that be! I can't let you run errands for me all by yourself! Although this matter is urgent, I can't neglect you."

"Okay, wait for my call tomorrow morning! I'll take you to People's Park early for some morning tea, to experience the 'comfortable' atmosphere of Chengdu, and maybe get your ears cleaned to relax. In the afternoon! I'll make time for you to go to Zhao Lei's martial arts school together! I'll be the organizer, and since you're an acquaintance, it'll be more sincere! I have to let you experience our hospitality, otherwise what kind of person would I be!"

His tone carried an undeniable enthusiasm.

Chen Baiyu smiled and didn't refuse anymore: "Brother Zhang, you're too kind. Okay, then I'll look forward to experiencing Chengdu's 'slow life'."

The meal ended with Zhang Yuanzhi's phone ringing several more times and him forcibly suppressing his irritability while chatting with Chen Baiyu.

Zhang Yuanzhi barely ate a few bites of rice.

Then he carefully put away the nearly worn-out list of candidates, answered a phone call, apologized hastily, and left.

He left only the packed food and handed it to Chen Baiyu, saying, "Take this home and eat. I'll contact you again tomorrow morning! I'm so sorry!"

Chen Baiyu, carrying a small lunchbox, watched Zhang Yuanzhi jog away and disappear into the traffic around the street corner, her calm expression unchanged.

Everyone is busy.

But he had already escaped the vortex of being forced to be busy.

The reason is quite simple.

Because he has transformed from another perspective, and is now truly qualified to jump to the highest point of this mortal world and look down upon the masses below.

Everything in the world seemed to have nothing to do with him.

But if he wanted to, he could connect with everything in the world.

It was a feeling that was hard to describe.

It's probably a feeling even greater than being in a high position.

In short, it is definitely happier than most of the simple joys that people talk about, and more enjoyable than most of the so-called enjoyments that people talk about.

While thinking.

Chen Baiyu strolled back to the hotel.

The night is getting darker.

Chen Baiyu swiped her card to return to her room, casually placing the lunchbox Zhang Yuanzhi had packed on the table without giving it a second glance.

Go to the window.

The city's neon lights and moonlight cast cold beams onto the floor through the gaps in the hotel room's not-quite-closed windows.

He gazed at the brightly lit Chengdu nightscape outside the window and remained silent for a moment.

There seemed to be a lingering fishy smell of Qinglong Lake water in the air, mixed with a hint of hotel disinfectant.

Chen Baiyu subconsciously moved her shoulder.

Although his physical condition is now extraordinary, impervious to heat and cold, and dust cannot adhere to him.

However, after swimming in the water, some dirt was left behind. Even if you can't see it, you can still feel the dust and algae from the park's shallow lake on your skin.

More importantly, he was also preparing to do something that required a bit of luck: to open the lottery for the enchanting skill book that was part of the reward.

and so……

"Take a bath."

Chen Baiyu muttered to himself silently.

It's not just about washing away the psychological "impurity," but more like a ritual to wash away the day's weariness, the restlessness stirred up at the bottom of the chaotic lake, and even the "bad luck" that might have been picked up.

There's also the past of being cheated by shady intermediaries, the absurdity brought by system tasks, and the everyday life that's all around us.

Bathing and burning incense to seek good fortune is a common human obsession, but at this moment it has become a rare and down-to-earth expectation in the heart of this Earth's heir with 7.5 times the physical constitution.

After all, when it comes to lotteries, even if you know the system rewards won't be too bad, who doesn't hope for a lucky draw? And who doesn't want to sneak into Europe (a lucky country in Europe)?

He turned and went into the bathroom, then turned on the shower.

The icy water rushed down instantly, making a splashing sound, and was quickly transformed into a warm and comfortable water curtain by the heating system.

Warm water washed over his strong, muscular physique as he tilted his head back, letting the water cascade over his face and hair, droplets dripping down his angular jawline.

For Chen Baiyu, the impact of the water flow became exceptionally clear. The force of each water droplet hitting her skin, the tactile sensation of the water flowing over her skin, and the subtle echoes of the water flow in the steamy, enclosed space.

All of these were like amplified signals, clearly transmitted to his central nervous system.

He stood in the center of the flowing water with his eyes closed.

The hot water did bring a relaxing warmth, washing away non-existent sweat.

More importantly, this process is like a psychological purification barrier.

What he wanted to wash away was the greasy feeling left in his memory by Li Changhong's oily face, the subtle alienation he felt when he mingled with the crowd during the reconnaissance, the caution he felt when the drunk Li Wei almost saw through his disguise, and the complex interpersonal relationships he experienced in the afternoon at Zhang Yuanzhi's dinner party, which was filled with exhaustion, apology, and utilitarianism, which belonged to the "normal" people...

The water flowed continuously, and soon a misty white steam rose from the bathroom.

In the steam, Chen Baiyu's figure appeared blurry and serene. He did not use any shower gel or soap, but relied solely on the warm, clear water to complete his so-called "washing away bad luck" ritual.

Shortly after.

The sound of water stopped abruptly.

The only sounds in the bathroom were the dripping water and the quiet stillness filled with steam.

Chen Baiyu grabbed a large, fluffy bath towel from the side and carefully dried the water droplets off her body. Her movements were unhurried and deliberate, with an almost reverent seriousness.

He then changed into a clean bathrobe provided by the hotel.

Back in the bedroom, I didn't turn on the glaring main light, but instead turned on the bedside reading lamp. The soft, warm light illuminated a corner of the room, creating a tranquil and focused atmosphere.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Chen Baiyu took a deep breath.

Damp hair dripped slightly, falling onto the collar of the bathrobe and spreading a small patch of dark color.

He ignored it for the time being and instead opened the semi-transparent system panel that only he could see.

"All right."

"Next is..."

"My turn, draw a card!"

Thoughts moved slightly.

The system then issued a notification.

[1 chance to win an Enchantment School skill book. Confirm use?]

(End of this chapter)