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

Ji Bai Research Institute, a detached small building, second-floor bedroom.

The curtains were drawn, and the lights were set to a warm yellow.

Ji Bai sat on the edge of the bed, tapping his fingers on the bed frame, his gaze fixed intently on the girl in front of him.

"Jiaojiao, be a good boy."

The girl tilted her head, her long hair tied in pigtails swaying slightly, her voice soft and sweet:

"Is it black or flesh-colored?"

"Black, I guess."

Ji Bai's Adam's apple bobbed, then he immediately straightened his face and adopted the authority of a master: "Master will teach you another position... no, knowledge."

Okay.

The little rubber wife obediently sat down.

In terms of hardware, the little rubber wife is absolutely perfect.

A face that evokes first love.

36D.

A4 waist.

Peach-shaped buttocks.

Wine glass stem.

Airplane feet.

From the hair to the toenails, every millimeter pushes the limits of human aesthetics.

However, in terms of software, it is far inferior.

Industrial machine tools are truly amazing in terms of hardware processing, capable of producing everything from titanium alloy skeletons and bionic muscles to temperature-sensitive skin and superconducting joints.

But software won't work.

It can only execute some basic commands, such as fixing bugs, and it can't do anything more complex.

After all, the strength of industrial machine tools lies in hardware manufacturing, not software programming.

"Master, I'm dressed!"

Jiaojiao stood up excitedly and spun around.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Ji Bai was so startled that he jumped out of bed: "Who told you to turn your head! Turn, it's your body that turns! Your head turns with your body! Not just your head turning alone!"

"Oh! I understand!"

The girl spun around again.

This time, my brain didn't work on its own.

It was changed to rotating the arm alone.

His arms swung like windmills.

"Stop! What are you doing?!"

"The owner is teaching the puppy poses, and the puppy is learning diligently!"

"What have you learned! I meant... never mind."

Ji Bai rubbed his forehead, sat back down on the edge of the bed, and weakly pointed to the foot of the bed: "Sit down, first like this, then like this... Do you understand?"

"I understand!"

"Did you really understand?"

"Understood! First do this, then do this!"

As Jiaojiao spoke, she wrapped her legs around her neck.

Ji Bai: "..."

"No, no, that's not how it works..."

"What is it, Master?"

"Put your leg down first...yes...and then slowly..."

"Yes...keep it up..."

"Yes, yes, that's it!"

"hiss…"

……

Half an hour later.

Ji Bai lay sprawled on the bed, his chest rising and falling slightly.

He looked at the warm yellow glow on the ceiling, feeling completely at peace.

It was even excessively calm.

Ji Bai's mind was clearer than ever before.

"Lithography machine..."

Entering sage mode, Ji Bai began to ponder the lithography machine technology he had drawn today.

Take it out directly?

Not suitable.

Throwing it out so plainly, without any impact, won't generate much shock value; it's a complete waste of a trump card.

The system upgrade requires a shock value.

The virtual space needs to be shocking.

The value of industrial machine tools is astounding.

Therefore, he needs a fighting style that has the most bullet comments... no, the most shock points.

A moment that made the whole world hold its breath, and then with a gentle push, everyone knelt down in unison.

"Let me think..."

Ji Bai turned over and buried his face in the pillow.

Anyway, the higher-ups aren't finished with the implementation of room-temperature superconductivity yet.

If we were to throw the lithography machine out all at once, it might give those people up there a heart attack.

"Hold it in for now."

Ji Bai yawned and rolled over to lie down.

"First fill it with sugar, then create a spectacular effect—perfect!"

. . .

the other side.

Ye Lan rushed back to Beijing overnight, and then went straight to the recording studio.

She wanted to record the song "As You Wish" immediately.

"Lanlan, there's no need to rush. You haven't slept all night. Why don't you rest first and get back to your best condition before we record?"

Throughout the journey, agent Xu Jing tried to persuade him countless times.

Ye Lan shook her head: "Sister Jing, if you're tired, go back and rest. I can record it myself."

Xu Jing's assistant and others quickly shook their heads, indicating that they were not tired.

Are you kidding me? If the boss doesn't leave work, do you think they'd dare to leave?

"We're fine with it, we're just worried you'll overwork yourself."

Ye Lan waved her hand: "It's okay, I'll just record a demo and bring it to Grandpa when I get back."

Hearing that Ye Lan was going to show it to the old man, Xu Jing didn't dare to dissuade her.

"Alright then, but take care of yourself!"

"Don't worry, it's okay!"

……

At two o'clock in the morning, Ye Lan arrived at her private recording studio.

This is a place she invested in and built herself.

In the prime CBD location, every inch of land is precious; the entire floor is completely soundproof.

Pushing open that heavy door, the lights inside were so bright that it was impossible to tell day from night.

"Sister Lan is here!"

"Hello, Sister Lan!"

"Sister Lan, you've worked so hard!"

The staff immediately came to greet them.

Even though it was already past midnight, no one dared to utter a single complaint.

Just kidding, the boss needs to record a song, and you still want to sleep?

On the way here, Ye Lan had already taken a picture of the sheet music and sent it over in advance.

The arranger was a man in his forties named Zhao Ming, who was quite famous in the industry and had arranged music for many top singers.

Upon seeing Ye Lan enter, he immediately approached her with the sheet music:

"Sister Lan, this piece of music is absolutely fantastic!"

"No, it's not just great anymore, it's the ultimate simplicity, a return to nature!"

"Sister Lan, did you write this yourself?"

Ye Lan smiled and shook her head: "I didn't write it. I don't have that ability. It was written by my younger brother."

"Your brother?"

Zhao Ming was slightly taken aback, then gave a knowing smile: "Your brother is truly a genius! His skill level is far superior to those so-called 'divine song' producers currently on the market!"

"The melody looks simple, but every key change is just right, and the harmonic progression is both sophisticated and restrained, retaining the catchiness of the main melody while also possessing the depth of an art song..."

"The verses deliberately leave space for the vocals, the pre-chorus builds up the emotions layer by layer, and the chorus immediately fills the song with a sense of weight, especially the key change, which seems insignificant but actually elevates the entire song's atmosphere!"

"This level of skill is top-tier even within the entire Chinese music scene!"

"Your brother is truly amazing! He's an absolute prodigy! A shoo-in for Father Qu!"

Zhao Ming became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, praising everything from the musical structure to the harmonic arrangement, from the artistic conception of the lyrics to the performance design.

Ye Lan did not interrupt at all.

He listened with a smile on his face, nodding occasionally.

Xu Jing, standing nearby, kept pouting.

She had followed Ye Lan for over a decade and knew this young lady all too well.

Ye Lan usually hates this kind of sycophancy the most.

At work, if anyone dares to say a single sycophantic compliment, she can shut them up on the spot.

Every time she records a song, many producers try to flatter her by saying things like, "Sister Lan, you're in great shape today," or "Your voice is amazing."

Ye Lan always replied with a cold face: "Stop talking nonsense and get to work."

But what about today?

The corners of his mouth are practically pointing to the sky.

Please.

They were praising Ji Bai.

It's not like I'm praising you.

What are you so smug about?