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

Li Mei stood at the very edge of the teachers' formation, her hands still clapping, but she was completely stunned.

The moment Ji Bai descended from the sky, she felt as if her heart had been violently struck by something.

How to describe it...

It's like a woman's most instinctive and uncontrollable flutter when she sees a man who is stronger than she imagined.

Her students.

That jerk of a student who sleeps in class, draws turtles on exams, and always makes sarcastic remarks to her.

He's standing in front of cameras all over the world right now, a sword stuck in his foot, smiling as if he's just finished a game.

"You brat..."

Li Mei muttered a curse under her breath, but her voice was incredibly soft.

Then, she suddenly remembered that night, on the bench by the river, the way the boy knelt down and massaged her feet.

So gentle, so focused, it was as if she were the only person left in the whole world.

Li Mei's face flushed red instantly.

A prodigy who can fly on a sword in front of global cameras and make Nobel laureates stand up.

He actually squatted down and carefully massaged her feet.

Li Mei felt like she was about to burst into flames.

The same sentiment was also present thousands of miles away.

Beijing.

Ye Lan did not go to the scene today.

At this moment, she is sitting in her van, watching a live stream on her phone.

When the blue sword light that descended from the sky appeared on the live stream screen, Ye Lan was completely stunned.

The young man descended from the sky on a silver-white sword blade, his clothes fluttering, looking both cool and dashing.

She stared blankly, her heart skipping a beat.

Is this the little rascal who always bickers with her, teases her, and asks for stockings all the time?

Is this the boy who casually wrote "As You Wish" and sang it to tears?

He was clearly a genius whose talent shocked the world, yet in private he would make silly jokes about "lung fungal infection" with her.

Ye Lan bit her lip.

"Hmph, no matter how talented... they'll still fall at my feet!"

Ye Lan felt a surge of pride in her heart, then looked back at the screen.

The boy's figure was surrounded by countless cameras and gazes.

The sunlight fell on him, making him look as if he were plated with gold.

At this moment, the chat in the live stream room had completely gone crazy.

"God of Seasons! Don't sheathe your sword! Fly one more time! Please! Fly one more time!"

"Ji Shen's move has completely silenced the global technology landscape!"

"Ji Shen's sword strike didn't just cleave the heavens, it cleaved the world's prejudice against Chinese technology!"

"Ji Shen, please, don't explode like that next time, my heart can't take it."

"No! Next time it has to be even more explosive! Forget flying on a sword, next time we'll deliver packages by flying sword!"

"What courier service? Dongfang Express?"

The barrage of comments flooded the entire screen like a torrent.

On the platform, Ji Bai stood with his hands in his pockets.

The blue and white school uniform had its sleeves rolled up slightly, revealing a small section of slender yet well-defined forearms.

The silver-blue sword was slung diagonally behind him, the faint light flowing across its blade not yet completely dissipated, as if it had just drunk in the morning light.

The sunlight slanted down from the east, brushing past the boy's shoulder and casting a straight shadow on the ground.

There was no prepared speech, no formal attire, no meticulously styled hair, and even his shoes had a bit of dew still clinging to them from the research institute's lawn.

Yet, despite his extremely lazy demeanor, he stood out more than anyone else in the room.

How to put it? It's like a young man walking out of a dream that countless people have had.

It's estimated that every chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) teenager has fantasized about descending from the heavens on a sword in front of the entire school, and then, without saying a word, just standing there with their hands in their pockets, the whole world would fall silent.

But Ji Bai really did it.

No, he went further than any other delusional fantasy.

Because those standing below the stage were not just teachers and students from the entire school.

There were also Nobel laureates, Fields Medal winners, heirs to century-old Wall Street tycoons, Senate leaders, and provincial governors...

The cameras of more than two hundred media outlets around the world were all focused on him at that moment.

It was as if this was how it was meant to be in the world.

It's that kind of casual attitude, like, "I just strolled over from home and took a quick flight along the way, don't make a fuss about it."

But the more casual he was, the more suffocating the audience felt.

The younger students in the audience went crazy.

The boys clenched their fists, their eyes bloodshot like rabbits', and only one thought occupied their minds—

That's what a man should be like!

I'm going to study physics someday! I'm going to build flying swords!

The girls were even more direct, their screams nearly lifting the roof off the playground.

"Aaaaaah, senior, please look at me!"

"Brother Ji Bai, I want to have your babies!"

"Don't stop me! I'm going to repeat a year now! I want to get into this school!"

……

Two full minutes passed before the noise level at the scene subsided from "explosion" back to "boiling".

Ji Bai turned his head and glanced at Wang Jianguo, who was still pointing to the sky with his mouth wide open, as if he could fit a microphone inside.

"Old Wang, let's continue."

Old Wang then came to his senses.

He had been holding that pointing-to-the-sky pose for a full three minutes, and his arm was aching.

Startled by Ji Bai's shout, he quickly grabbed the microphone, his voice trembling slightly with excitement:

"Okay, okay! Continue! Continue!"

He took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound steady, but the rising intonation at the end betrayed him.

"Now, let's move on to the most important part of today's ceremony—the unveiling ceremony!"

"Please welcome him/her—"

Old Wang's gaze swept across the audience, and every time he called out a name, the audience erupted in cheers.

"Please welcome the leaders of the Council of Counsellors!"

Whoosh—!

"Please welcome the Governor of Liaoning Province!"

Whoosh—!

"Please welcome the Prefect of Fucheng City!"

Whoosh—!!!

"Please welcome Professor Wiles, Professor of Mathematics at Princeton University and the prover of Fermat's Last Theorem!"

Whoosh—!!!

"Please welcome Professor Terence Tao, Chair of the Department of Mathematics at Princeton University!"

Whoosh—!

"Please welcome Nobel laureate and physicist, Mr. Gross!"

"Please welcome Nobel laureate and chemist, Mr. Sauvage!"

"Please welcome Fields Medal winner, Mr. Bagava!"

……

Every time Wang Jianguo read out a name, the audience would stir.

In the end, everyone who was called on stood in front of the school name stone.

On the left are a group of leaders from the central government to local governments across the country.

On the right are top figures in the global academic community and the heads of century-old conglomerates.

And right in the middle.

Absolutely the center position.

It was that boy in the blue and white school uniform, carrying a sword, with his hands in his pockets.

Ji Bai!

He stood there, with the temple on his left, mountains and rivers on his right, and the glint of swords in the human world behind him.

The entire playground was so quiet that you could hear the red flag fluttering in the wind.

Every shot, every gaze, every heartbeat, is focused on the same image.

At this moment, Peking University's centennial celebration has arrived, and everything else must wait a little longer...