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

The next day.

Ji Bai slept until the sun was high in the sky.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a golden line on the boy's face.

The boy rolled over, buried his face in the pillow, and lazed around for a while before finally stretching contentedly.

I slept exceptionally soundly that night, so soundly that I didn't even have a dream.

There was no hijacking, no missiles, no blonde woman holding a whiskey glass saying "You have plenty of time to think it over," and no maid serving him dinner.

However, Ji Bai sleeping soundly doesn't mean everyone else is sleeping soundly.

That night, two women couldn't sleep.

Li Mei unlocks her phone every ten minutes or so, the screen turning on and off repeatedly.

He wondered to himself, "Why hasn't that kid replied to me yet?"

She cursed that little bastard in her heart for hours on end, and after she finished cursing him, she couldn't help but click on his profile picture and look at it again and again.

Finally, he shoved his phone under his pillow and muttered resentfully, "If I talk to you again tomorrow, I'll be a dog."

If Ji Bai doesn't reply to her, she absolutely won't send him another message!

What should I say in the message?

Do you want me to trim your nails?

Ye Lan's situation wasn't much better.

With the phone screen facing up and the brightness turned up to maximum, I was afraid of missing any message notifications.

As a result, a bunch of messages popped up on the screen, but the dialog box that she had pinned to the top never appeared.

She's lived for twenty-six years, and she's always been the one waiting for others to reply to her messages. When did it become her turn to sit by her phone all night?

Ye Lan became increasingly indignant, picked up her phone again to take a look, but still didn't reply.

"You little rascal!"

It's funny, the two women were both so anxious they were like ants on a hot pan, but it was as if they had agreed that neither of them would send a second message.

A goddess's dignity means that if you don't reply to the first message, I'll never send a second one, even if it kills me!

It wasn't until the early hours of the morning, when the sky was just beginning to lighten, that the two women finally drifted off to sleep.

Ji Bai had no idea that two women were losing sleep over him; he had even forgotten about the two messages.

Last night I was thinking about how to get revenge on the Hausen family, I had no time to pay attention to women.

[Ding! Daily selection has started! Do you want to turn it on?]

"Save them!"

The boy sprang out of bed with a swift movement, walked to the window in his slippers, and pulled back the curtains with a whoosh.

The sunlight suddenly rushed in, making him squint.

He looked downstairs and, lo and behold, laughed.

Overnight, several vendors appeared on the small open space downstairs.

There were vendors selling pancakes, grilling cold noodles on small iron plates, and a tricycle loaded with watermelons selling them. The faces under the straw hats were tanned dark, making them look no different from real watermelon farmers.

But the problem is, who would set up a stall inside the residential area?

Even the scrap collectors usually don't bother coming into this old, run-down place, because the scrap is all taken by the elderly folks.

But today, things are different. The pancake, grilled cold noodle, and fruit stalls offer a one-stop service, making it even more lively than the night market.

Ji Bai chuckled to himself.

Well, how should I put it? This acting is still a bit lacking compared to the dwarf mother and daughter on the plane.

But since they were trying, he couldn't expose them.

I'm feeling hungry, so I'll go downstairs and buy an egg pancake.

Ji Bai slipped on his slippers and went downstairs to the pancake stall.

The stall owner was a square-faced man in his forties, wearing a faded apron and a baseball cap with "Old Wang's Pancakes" printed on it. He exuded a simple and honest air, as if he had been selling pancakes on this street for over ten years.

"Master, give me an egg pancake."

"Okay, five or six yuan, do you want spicy food?"

"Six yuan, with egg and sausage, and the usual amount of spicy seasoning, scallions, and cilantro!"

"Okay, almost done!"

The pancake vendor had a loud voice and quick, efficient movements as he scooped out the batter with a spoon.

But when you scoop it in, the batter spreads out in an irregular shape, and when you turn the pan, you don't control your strength well and throw half of it out.

The egg-beating technique was even more ingenious; the eggshells stuck to the griddle along with the egg liquid, and half of the chopped scallions were sprinkled on the pancake and the other half on the floor.

He looked like he was touching a frying pan for the first time, and people would believe it.

As Ji Bai watched, his smile gradually faded.

He initially thought the guy was there to protect him, but now he seriously suspects that this guy might be there to poison him.

"Stop, stop, Master, let me do it."

Ji Bai reached out and took the spatula: "By the time you finish cooking it, I can go home and cook three bowls of noodles myself."

The craftsman paused for a moment, then instinctively handed over his tools. He only realized halfway through that he was the "stall owner," but he swallowed the words back.

The superiors said to try not to conflict with the target and to go along with it.

With a flick of his wrist, Ji Bai spread the batter in a circle, as if drawn with a compass. He cracked an egg on it, and with a swipe of his bamboo dragonfly, the batter became a perfectly golden yellow.

Brushing on sauce, sprinkling seasoning, rolling sausage, folding – the whole process is fluid and efficient, and the aroma can be smelled three meters away in an instant.

The crispy, caramelized pancake wraps around a soft, tender egg, with a bright red sauce and vibrant green scallions. It looks even more authentic than those made by professional pancake makers.

"Alright."

Ji Bai grabbed an egg pancake, took a bite, and turned to walk towards the apartment building.

The master behind him opened his mouth, hesitated for three seconds, and finally remembered the supreme instruction that "the persona cannot be ruined," so he hurriedly shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Hey! Young man! You haven't paid yet!"

Ji Bai didn't even turn his head, waving his hand: "No need to pay, the two moves I just taught you will cover your future meal expenses."

"……what?"

The craftsman stood there, shovel in hand, stunned for a long time before he finally reacted.

So I have to pay you?

wrong!

His expression changed abruptly. He glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then quickly pressed the mini microphone on his collar and whispered, "Report! I think I've been exposed!"

On the other end of the communication channel, Secretary Li was speechless with exasperation.

These temporary staff members, who were temporarily brought in to make up the numbers, were indeed unreliable one after another.

Fortunately, the real elite security team arrived in the early hours of the morning; otherwise, with this makeshift team, something bad would have happened sooner or later.

"Understood, don't panic, continue lying in wait!"

After hanging up the channel, Secretary Li took a deep breath and dialed her superior's number: "Report, Ji Bai has woken up."

"He's in good spirits. He just went downstairs to make a pancake and managed to kill one of our men in the process."

"Uh...not the kind of counter-attack..."

"Yes, I understand!"

"I'll contact Ji Bai right away!"

After hanging up the phone, Secretary Li immediately dialed Ji Bai's number: "Hello, Ji Bai. The leaders of the joint task force for the implementation of room-temperature superconductivity have arrived in Fucheng and would like to meet with you to discuss matters related to the subsequent industrial development. Are you available now?"

Ji Bai held up his phone, raising an eyebrow.

Is a joint task force established for room-temperature superconductivity?

This name is quite straightforward.

He quickly stuffed the rest of the egg pancake into his mouth, wiped his mouth, and said it as if it were perfectly natural:

"It's convenient, but could you ask them to wait twenty minutes before coming up?"

Secretary Li was taken aback for a moment: "Huh? Do you have any plans?"

"I need to poop."

There was a three-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Secretary Li held up her phone, her lips twitching, momentarily at a loss for words.

He couldn't even imagine what expressions those powerful ministers, state-owned enterprise executives, academicians, and experts who usually wielded considerable influence in Beijing would have upon hearing those words.

But he couldn't say no yet.

Let alone waiting for twenty minutes, even if they had to wait for two hours, these people would still have to wait obediently downstairs.

"Okay... okay, Ji Bai, no rush, please... go ahead!"

After hanging up, Secretary Li turned around and dialed another number:

"Um... Boss, you don't need to rush over. Ji Bai has something to take care of."

The person on the other end of the phone asked instinctively, "Oh? What's Ji Bai busy with? Are you organizing experimental data or preparing technical documents?"

Secretary Li's expression was subtle. After a two-second silence, she spoke with difficulty:

"……shit!"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end, followed by a helpless laugh:

"Haha, it's great to be young. You can poop whenever you want, unlike us old folks who can't even poop when we want to!"

Secretary Li didn't know how to respond to that.

He thought for a moment, and if it were Ji Bai, he would probably say: "When you get old, your butt gets loose, and you can't do anything right."

But he is not Ji Bai after all.

Even if Ji Bai says he needs to poop in front of a group of big shots, he will be praised for his good health!