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

"Did I beg them to come here?"

"Did Ji Shen ask them to come?"

"Diplomatic etiquette? Did they observe etiquette when they tore up our agreements? Did they observe etiquette when they blocked our chip supply? Did they observe etiquette when they accused us of plagiarism?"

"Now they've shamelessly come here, and we're laying the red carpet at their feet? This isn't courtesy, this is kneeling!"

"Great power demeanor? Great power demeanor was given by Ji Shen! It was earned through Ji Shen's room-temperature superconductivity and mathematical prowess! It wasn't something that was rolled out with a red carpet!"

"When they sanctioned us and copied our technology, why didn't they talk about the demeanor of a great power?"

"You people, you've been kneeling on the ground for so long, you see everyone else as standing."

The two sides argued fiercely, and the controversy surrounding the topic skyrocketed.

at the same time.

Ji Bai Research Institute.

On a 100-inch 8K TV, young women are swaying their hips to the rhythm of music, and the picture quality is so clear that you can count every single strand of hair.

Ji Bai, meanwhile, was sprawled on the sofa directly opposite him.

With my left foot on top of my right, my phone still has 38% battery left.

She was wearing flip-flops, one dangling from her toes, while the other had flown off somewhere.

He was too lazy to even take a picture of the potato chip crumbs scattered on his chest.

Those eyes were half-open, half-closed, as if they were admiring the beautiful scenes on the television.

His entire being, from head to toe, exuded a strong aura of "this person is finished."

Anyone who takes a look at him will think he's a typical, hopeless, greasy nerd.

"Clang! Clang!"

What's "dangdang"?

In the virtual space, Ji Bai was stunned for a moment, then his consciousness returned.

Someone was knocking on the door.

"Please come in."

Secretary Li pushed open the door and walked in.

As soon as he entered, he precisely avoided the direction of the television, keeping his eyes fixed on Ji Bai himself, his face displaying the composure that comes from professional training—unwavering even in the face of a collapsing mountain.

"Um... Ji Bai, the foreign guests have all arrived. I was asked to inquire whether you would like to make an appearance and attend the welcome banquet?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Bai waved his hand without even thinking, "No time, I'm busy."

Secretary Li glanced quickly at the blood-pumping scene on TV, then looked at Ji Bai, who had just gotten up from the sofa.

The word "busy" coming from Ji Bai's mouth at this moment is rather unconvincing.

But who is Secretary Li?

Having followed Ji Bai for so long, he had long since learned to see through appearances to the essence of things.

"Okay, then you go ahead with your work! I won't bother you any longer!"

Secretary Li nodded quickly and turned to leave.

As he closed the door, he quickly glanced at the television in the living room.

really.

Ji Bai was indeed busy.

I wasn't actually watching any suggestive videos.

This news must be reported immediately.

Secretary Li strode out of the small building, took out his mobile phone, and dialed his superior's confidential hotline.

……

At a temporary video conference held by the Council of State in Beijing.

"How did it go? What did Ji Bai say?"

"They said they were busy."

"Great, that's wonderful."

The top leaders visibly relaxed.

"To be honest, what I'm most worried about is that Ji Bai will just be there to cut the ribbon at tomorrow's ceremony."

"Now the whole world's attention is focused on Fucheng. If in the end it's just an ordinary student returning to their alma mater to show up, then we'll lose face big time."

"Now it's all clear, that kid was definitely planning something."

"But what exactly is this kid preparing? He's keeping it from us."

"He'll talk when he's willing to, and if he's not willing to, even if you force him at gunpoint, it won't work."

"Too."

"What we can do now is set up the stage for him, and the rest is up to him to do."

"Great! Let's watch his performance tomorrow!"

The leaders looked at each other and smiled.

At this moment, Ji Bai's consciousness once again sank into the virtual experimental space.

In the chaotic space, the boy stood with his hands behind his back.

Before him floated a silhouette enveloped in layers of blue light.

"Almost there, almost done!"

Ji Bai looked at the "object" in front of him and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

The thought of taking this out tomorrow filled him with excitement, even though he himself couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

Let me put it this way, I wasn't this excited when we first discovered room-temperature superconductivity!

It's not that this thing is more amazing than room-temperature superconductivity, but how should I put it...

Never mind, we'll find out tomorrow!

Ji Bai continued to adjust and refine the design.

"Adjust this part again."

The industrial machine silently glided over, and a beam of even brighter blue light enveloped the entire thing.

"The power module will be further optimized by 5%."

"Recalibrate the magnetic field stability once more."

"And here..."

"here……"

Time passed little by little

Ji Bai looked at the object in front of him, and the corners of his mouth curled up higher and higher.

"Tomorrow, I'll show you what it truly means to... cleave the heavens with a single sword strike!"

……

The next day.

Before dawn, the small town of Fucheng was already awake.

To be precise, it probably didn't sleep all night.

At four o'clock in the morning, all the traffic police officers responsible for route control were already on duty.

All intersections along the route from the five-star hotel in the city center where foreign guests were staying to No. 99 Middle School were temporarily under traffic control.

The traffic lights were switched to manual control, with a fixed post every fifty meters and a patrol motorcycle every two hundred meters.

An old traffic cop, who had been working for over twenty years, saw this scene for the first time on the streets of Fucheng. He couldn't help but say to his apprentice, "Even on the wedding day of the richest man in Fucheng, the motorcade was never this smooth."

At 5 a.m., the school's power supply vehicle arrived.

The provincial power company dispatched two mobile emergency power vehicles, one as the main unit and one as a backup, which were parked at the back gate of the playground.

Several workers in overalls squatted on the ground smoking, but their eyes were fixed on the data on the instrument panel.

"I've been in this business for fifteen years, and I've provided power for concerts and the National Games, but this is the first time I've provided power for the unveiling of a high school."

"Stop talking nonsense. The higher-ups said there must be zero power outages today. If the power goes out for even a second, we'll all be unemployed at home next year at this time."

The broadcast team arrived at the venue at 6:00 AM.

Three broadcast vans from CCTV arrived, with CCTV News, CCTV.com, and the International Channel each occupying one camera position.

Foreign media outlets were not to be outdone; CNN, BBC, and Reuters' broadcast vans were parked across the street with their antennas set up.

A young female reporter was testing her audio in front of the camera, her voice trembling slightly: "This is truly the most special live broadcast of my career!"

"We were in a third-tier city, preparing to broadcast a high school opening ceremony live, but over two hundred media outlets from around the world applied for broadcast rights..."

Seven o'clock in the morning.

The street in front of the school was already packed with citizens who had rushed over after hearing the news.

Although most people couldn't get in, they stood outside the cordon, holding up their phones and tiptoeing to look inside.

Some people even arrived at 3 a.m. just to get a good spot.

"Will we be able to see the God of Seasons?"

"Why bother looking at Season God? I'd be happy just to see the back of his head!"

"I brought binoculars! My dad uses them for fishing! I can definitely see!"

"This isn't a high school ceremony, it's like the World Cup finals!"

"I can't wait to see it!"

"What are you waiting for? Let's get started!"