The night before the college entrance exam results were released, I redeemed my Peking University ad

In Ji Bai's consciousness space, a futuristic industrial mother machine slowly unfolded.

It is entirely matte black, with a layer of flowing dark silver patterns on the surface, like liquid metal slowly moving in some kind of force field.

The design of the entire machine tool was unlike any other machine tool Ji Bai had ever seen.

Without a bulky cast iron shell, without exposed guide rails and lead screws, the overall lines are as smooth as the engine room of a starship, and every curve exudes an industrial aesthetic that transcends time.

Its size is also astonishing, at least half the size of a basketball court.

Yet it is incredibly exquisite, with every inch of its surface embedded with densely packed nanoscale processing units that shimmer slightly in the flow of dark silver patterns, like countless sleeping eyes.

As Ji Bai "saw" it, a descriptive text automatically appeared in his mind:

[Military-grade industrial mother machine for 2126]

【Function:

1. Precision machining: Import any specification technical drawings to automatically complete the entire process of precision machining and 8D printing, with the finished product accuracy reaching the theoretical optimal value of the drawing and zero tolerance loss;

2. Reverse engineering: Any physical device can be disassembled layer by layer to break down all materials, processes, and design logic, 100% restoring the technical path;

3. Organic competition and cooperation: It can integrate multiple different technical routes, automatically deduce the optimal solution, and avoid all technical defects;

4. Targeted optimization: It can add attribute points to existing technologies to improve core parameters such as accuracy, efficiency, and stability;

[Note: This device is a physical item and requires a physical space of no less than 200 square meters to operate. It also requires connection to a high-purity industrial power source.]

Given the current technological level of the host, it is recommended to use this device in a virtual experimental space to avoid the risk of physical exposure.

……

"Would you recommend using it in a virtual experimental space...?"

After reading the instructions, Ji Bai licked his lips.

"Too."

This thing is so damn buggy!

If this were to happen in real life, what if you got robbed?

It's safer to store it in virtual space.

"I should have chosen the virtual experimental space first."

The main reason is that this futuristic cutting-edge technology is so captivating; who wouldn't be confused after seeing it?

It doesn't matter, I'll just refresh my QQ space next time.

Immediately afterwards, the annotation for the term "favoritism" appeared in my mind.

[Favoritism: Any goddess will leave a deep impression of natural favoritism upon first meeting you, one that will be unforgettable.]

"Does any goddess develop a biased impression of you from the very first meeting?"

"Unforgettable?"

Ji Bai read it aloud, his smile gradually becoming more unrestrained.

"This is good stuff!"

This is much more powerful than simply adding a few points to charm; it's like passively maxing out a favoritism buff.

If you can establish a strong initial rapport on the first meeting, you'll naturally have an advantage in any future collaborations or interactions.

This upgrade is an absolute steal!

Ji Bai leaned back on the sofa, his smile more difficult to suppress than a gun that had been held back for three days!

Speaking of guns... cough cough...

……

Beijing.

A private club.

The sandalwood in the private room has been changed from agarwood to ambergris, which has a milder scent and costs more than double.

Su Wan changed into a dark green velvet cheongsam, her long hair loosely tied back, with a few strands falling beside her ears.

She leaned back on the sofa, the thin cigarette in her hand half-burned, the ash hanging in the air.

The beautiful woman sitting opposite him didn't speak. She picked up her teacup, took a slow sip, and looked down at him with a faint gaze.

Yan Dahai has stopped writing.

The beautiful woman put down her teacup: "The music critics you found all deleted their Weibo posts this morning, and two of them even turned off their comment sections."

"I know."

Su Wan's voice was muffled, as if something was blocking it.

"Shen Yizhen's career has completely collapsed. All her endorsements have been canceled, her concerts have been cancelled, her fan club has disbanded, and her management company is already preparing to terminate her contract."

The beautiful woman spoke slowly and deliberately, as if she were reading a financial report that had nothing to do with her.

"All the lines you connected have broken."

Su Wan didn't reply.

She shoved the cigarette into the crystal ashtray, pressing it down hard and forcefully, until the last wisp of tobacco was ground into ash.

"I can't swallow this."

The woman looked up, her eyes bloodshot, whether from staying up all night or from anger, it was hard to tell.

"What makes him so special? A little brat with no parents, thinking he can turn the world upside down with just a few lousy songs?"

"Just look at the songs he can write!"

The beautiful woman's voice remained calm: "With the support of Renren Daily, with the personal involvement of pop diva Ye Lan in commissioning songs, and with just one guitar, he tore apart half of your music industry's network to shreds."

"What makes him think he's above everyone else?"

Su Wan was speechless.

The beautiful woman sighed, put down her teacup, and softened her tone: "Xiao Wan, stop!"

"Your dad is already asking. If he finds out you're up to these tricks outside, I can't protect you."

"You can't touch Ji Bai, at least not now."

Su Wan remained silent for a long time.

Just when the beautiful woman thought she had finally come to her senses, she suddenly spoke, her voice so calm it was almost eerie.

"My dad doesn't need to know."

She looked up, her eyes still bloodshot, but it wasn't resentment; it was something colder and sharper.

"Isn't he going to Peking University to study materials science? That kind of major involves dealing with reagents, furnaces, and grinding machines every day; the accident rate is quite high!"

The beautiful woman paused in her tea-serving gesture, her brows furrowing slightly.

"You're going to tamper with his lab?"

Su Wan didn't say anything.

He simply lit another thin cigarette.

……

at the same time.

Xingda Airport in Beijing.

"Ye Lan is here! Ye Lan is here!"

"Aaaaaah! Sister, kill me!"

"My sister looks so beautiful today! No, she looks beautiful every day!"

"Ye Lan! Ye Lan! Ye Lan!!"

……

The fansites, armed with long lenses and tripods, crowded in the first row, their cameras fixed on the exit of the passage, the shutters clicking like firecrackers during Chinese New Year.

The automatic door slowly opened.

The screams instantly rose eight decibels.

When Ye Lan came out, she was wrapped up tightly.

A black baseball cap was pulled low, and under the brim were large sunglasses that covered half of his face. A black face mask also completely covered the lower half of his face.

The upper body is a loose black sun-protective jacket with the collar pulled up to the maximum, and the lower body is wide-leg pants in the same color. Only a section of the wrists and ankles are exposed.

In the sweltering summer heat, with temperatures exceeding 30 degrees Celsius, wearing so many layers must be tough for celebrities.

I wonder if it will cause athlete's foot.

"Here it comes!"

"Sister, look at me! Sister, over here!"

"Lanlan, you look so cool today!"

Ye Lan didn't stop walking; she slightly turned her head and nodded in the direction of the fans as a greeting.

This one action elicited another scream that nearly lifted the ceiling off.

The paparazzi outside the fence were frantically snapping photos with their telephoto lenses. Only after everyone had entered the waiting area did they put down their cameras and huddle together to gossip, their tone filled with disbelief:

"No, Ye Lan is really going to Fucheng? I saw on the check-in information that she's flying to Shenyang."

"Are you stupid? Fucheng doesn't have an airport, you'd definitely fly to Shencheng and then transfer."

"Just for one song, a pop diva personally travels to a third- or fourth-tier city? That seems a bit much, doesn't it?"

"Who knows? Didn't you see the interaction in the Weibo comments before? I've been a paparazzi for eight years, and this is the first time I've seen Ye Lan talk to someone like that."

"With her status, what song couldn't she get? Why would she bother making the trip herself?"

"I think this is more complicated than it seems. It might be more than just about the song. Just wait and see, there's definitely going to be some big news."

……