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

It's exactly eight o'clock.

The entrance to the only five-star hotel in Fucheng.

A dozen or so Coaster buses, like a long black dragon, were parked steadily under the awning at the hotel's main entrance.

Before the car door even opened, security personnel poured out from all directions. Dressed in black suits, wearing black sunglasses, and with earpieces hidden in their collars, their movements were so synchronized that they looked like they were cut from the same mold. They quickly formed two lines, completely blocking the hotel entrance.

The doorman jogged forward, bent down, and pulled the door open—a series of smooth and effortless movements.

Morgan walked out of the hotel's revolving door.

He wore a dark, custom-made suit, his tie was tied perfectly, half an inch of his shirt cuffs peeked out, and the Patek Philippe on his wrist flashed in the morning light.

His pace was neither fast nor slow, each step seemed measured, and his face carried that innate sense of superiority, etched into his DNA, the kind of expression that said, "My family's money is older than your family's ancestral graves."

He looked up at the road ahead, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"To be honest, last night's dinner was good, but it was missing something."

"Ji Bai is missing, right?"

John D. Rockefeller Jr. walked over, holding a half-finished Americano, his tone carrying that old-fashioned playfulness.

Morgan didn't turn around, but simply chuckled softly: "No, there's one missing explanation."

John D. Rockefeller Jr. laughed, a laugh as if he had just exposed one of his opponent's trump cards: "What explanation? Do they need to explain themselves to us?"

"Maybe."

Morgan remained noncommittal, tugging at the hem of his suit jacket: "But right now, I'm only concerned with what kind of tricks he'll pull today."

"Then you shouldn't have come."

"Um?"

John D. Rockefeller Jr. smiled knowingly, took a sip of his coffee, and said, "Didn't you say the Ji Bai era was over?"

Morgan's face twitched.

He did indeed say that.

Just three days ago, at a private party on Wall Street, he was holding a wine glass and talking loudly with a group of people, saying things like "Ji Bai's myth has reached its peak," "An eighteen-year-old kid can't be this lucky forever," and "It's time to go back to the adults' game."

Then, he turned around and bought a ticket for the earliest flight to China.

"I meant, if," Morgan said, trying to justify himself without batting an eye.

"If what?"

"If he were just cutting a ribbon today..."

Morgan's eyes darkened, but the corners of his mouth curled up: "This is going to be very interesting."

"How is it interesting?"

Morgan did not answer.

Ito from the Mitsui family, standing nearby, chimed in, "If Ji Bai really just came here for a ribbon-cutting ceremony today, then it's like..."

He paused deliberately, waiting for everyone around to look over, before smiling and saying:

"It's like taking Viagra to a job interview, only to be asked to play an incompetent husband."

Everyone was taken aback at first, then they all laughed.

Hahahaha!

"Mitsui-kun is more experienced."

"You flatter me."

The convoy slowly started and drove towards the school.

In another car, besides the group of chaebol heirs, sat two people who were of great importance to the world.

Terence Tao and Wiles.

They did not sit with the conglomerate members, but instead rode alone in a black minivan.

The car was quiet.

Looking at the receding street scene outside the window, Terence Tao suddenly asked, "Sir Wiles, what do you think Ji Bai will do today?"

The old man closed his eyes, as if resting, and after a while he slowly spoke:

"have no idea."

"Then why did you come?"

"It is precisely because we do not know that we must come."

Wiles opened his eyes, turned to look out the window, his gaze distant:

"I spent seven years of my life proving Fermat's Last Theorem. I thought that the upper limit of that problem was my upper limit, until I met Ji Bai."

He paused, a very faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth:

"Then I discovered that some problems in this world are not meant to be proven, but rather to be redefined."

After listening, Terence Tao remained silent for a while, then nodded gently: "I feel the same way."

Others may have doubts about Ji Bai, but these two do not.

Not for any other reason, but because mathematicians are the best at finding patterns!

What they saw in Ji Bai was not a miracle, but something far more terrifying.

……

It's 9:10.

The convoy arrived at No. 99 Middle School.

No, it should now be called the Ji Bai Research Institute Affiliated High School.

The school gate has already been decorated anew.

Above the brand-new electric gate hangs a plaque completely covered by a red cloth, adorned with gold tassels that sway gently in the morning breeze, as if waving to everyone.

Directly in front of the entrance stands a huge rock about half a person's height.

The stone was completely covered by a piece of red silk of the same size, and a circle of flower baskets surrounded it, with lilies and baby's breath arranged like a military parade formation.

Red banners and colorful flags were hung on the walls on both sides of the school gate, stretching all the way to the front of the teaching building. When the wind blew, they made a rustling sound, like firecrackers.

The playground was transformed into the main venue, with more than two hundred folding chairs neatly arranged in several rows, the numbered strips on the back of the chairs slightly curled up by the wind.

A red carpet was laid out on the front platform, with a long row of tables and chairs. In front of each chair was a nameplate and a bottle of mineral water, and the labels on the water bottles all faced the same direction.

Several student representatives in school uniforms stood on both sides of the school gate, holding flowers in their hands, their expressions a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

In CCTV's live broadcast studio, the two hosts were already in place.

"Good morning, viewers! We are now at the Ji Bai Research Institute Affiliated High School, which used to be Fucheng City No. 99 Middle School. Today, we will hold a special unveiling ceremony here."

"Yes, this ceremony was originally just an internal event of the school, but now, more than 200 media outlets around the world have applied to broadcast it, and top scholars and business elites from many countries have entered the venue one after another."

"The ceremony will begin in ten minutes. Let's look forward to it together."

The comments section was flooded with messages.

"Aaaaaah! It's finally starting!"

"Everyone stand! Welcome the God of Seasons!"

"All the immortals of the world are here to witness the grand ceremony; the Great Emperor is opening his sacred hall today!"

"I'm getting goosebumps! The scene, the spectacle, and the density of comments—my phone is lagging like a PowerPoint presentation!"

"Hahahaha! It's here! It's finally coming!"

"I've already prepared my instant noodles and grabbed my tissues, ready to record this historic moment!"

"I bet a bag of spicy strips that Ji Shen is still wearing his school uniform!"

"Today, I wield my keyboard as a sword and the barrage of comments as armor, joining the God of Season in another battle against the heavens!"

"No, have you guys noticed that those foreigners don't look too good today? Especially those from the conglomerates, they look like they've come to collect a debt."

"Forget about the foreigners! Look! Someone's gone up to the stage!"

"Here it comes! Season God is coming!"

……

9:58.

The ceremony begins!