Tomorrow is Monday. It's been so long since I've gone to 8 a.m. that Jiang Shuyin is having trouble sleeping. She feels a little nervous.

She couldn't feel Manager Wu's concern. If she continued writing novels, she would eventually have to stop updating them, and once she stopped, she would be branded a eunuch and never be able to get rid of it.

Therefore, even if she were to write again, it would only be short stories.

I put down my phone, closed my eyes, and couldn't fall asleep until three or four in the morning.

I completely gave up on the idea of ​​sleeping, opened the forum and clicked around, and saw that I had several unread messages.

A person named Wang Bingyang sent a private message: "Boss! I successfully entered the intermediate level according to your method. My whole family is overjoyed. From now on, you are my master. Just ask me to run errands or do chores. Your disciple will do anything for you."

This person sent her all his family information, as well as his work and personal details. Jiang Shuyin saw that he was at the northern base and didn't need it for the time being, so she just replied: We'll see.

Exit the chat interface.

Jiang Shuyin clicked on the entertainment forum she preferred to browse. The content was mostly beautiful photos of celebrities and actors, music by singers, covers, etc. She clicked on a song to give her eyes a rest.

A light, upbeat melody played in her ears, a lingering effect of her past novel writing—she would automatically start thinking whenever she closed her eyes.

The more I think about it, the more energetic I become.

Before, I was thinking about how the plot would connect; now I'm just daydreaming... Wait a minute...

The method she taught Wang Bingyang can also be taught to the special task force. The professor hasn't made any move for so long, it seems he doesn't want to make it public, but that won't restrict her from using it.

The gap widens little by little due to the information gap.

Jiang Shu was deeply moved. She realized that if she was going to do something, she had to do it seriously. The team she was training could not afford to lose face.

I kicked off the covers, got up, sat at my desk, picked up my notebook, and wrote down my training plan in great detail. Then I spent time revising it, and before I knew it, dawn was breaking.

At seven o'clock, footsteps could be heard in the living room. Jiang Shuyin put the notebook into her bag and went out to wash up.

Zheng Lanxiang was thinking about what to make for breakfast by the refrigerator when she saw her push the door open and her eyes widened in surprise.

She exclaimed in surprise, "Oh my, you're up so early, that's rare." She smiled to herself and then asked, "What do you want to eat? I noticed you didn't touch the plain porridge from yesterday. I even added sugar, so have some to fill your stomach."

Jiang Shuyin stood at the sink, water gushing from the faucet into her cup: "I'm so tired of bland food, I just want something oily and salty to change things up. Don't even think about your health. If you won't make it for me, I'll just have to buy it outside and spend more money. Why bother?"

During those years living as a birdman in another world, he was restricted to the sight of fruit, which made him physically uncomfortable, while he could eat hot pot, spicy stir-fry, and barbecue without hesitation.

"You're so spoiled," Zheng Lanxiang muttered under her breath.

Looking at the leftover rice from yesterday in the refrigerator, I took out a bag of frozen shrimp to thaw in water, planning to make shrimp fried rice.

While the rice was being fried, the red bean porridge in the clay pot next to it was also ready. Zheng Lanxiang had heard that this was good for middle-aged and elderly women, as it was good for beauty and health, so she started making it herself.

After Jiang Shuyin finished eating and left, Qingwu came out of her room, scratched her hair, and sat down at the table: "Grandma, will you take me to school?"

Zheng Lanxiang's hands froze for a moment. After weighing the options for two seconds, she decided that her grandson was more important and agreed: "Okay."

Qingwu lowered his head and ate his food. Zheng Lanxiang went to the kitchen and called Lao Xiao: "I have to take the child to school this morning, so let's postpone it."

Xiao Youliang stopped in the stairwell upon hearing this: "He looks quite old, why does he still need someone to take him? Can't he just walk there himself?"

"What are you talking about? If the child wants me to take him/her, that's because he/she loves me. Either you wait for me near the school, or we can change the time. You choose one."

Xiao Youliang naturally chose the first option. He rarely dressed up; he had put something on his hair so much that even a fly would have to do the splits if it landed on it. He had also changed his clothes yesterday on the ironing board. All this was for today's confession; he didn't want to continue living a life of obscurity and namelessness.

The newly bought car is kept at home and is used specifically to pick up and drop off the children. Zheng Lanxiang drives recklessly, turning the accelerator to the floor when no one is around, and braking when oncoming cars come. Qingwu finds it fun, as it wobbles around.

After dropping him off at school, Qingwu asked again before getting out of the car, "Will you pick me up this afternoon or will my mother pick me up?"

Zheng Lanxiang didn't know what time her daughter would get off work, guessing she wouldn't have time, so she said, "Grandma will pick you up. If she comes, you can play at school for a while while she waits. Crossing the road is too dangerous, you know?"

Qingwu nodded, smiling with narrowed eyes.

Seeing the child run inside, Zheng Lanxiang turned around and saw Xiao Youliang. She was startled, but then smiled and said, "Perfect timing, it's not too late to go now in my car."

I came to Pinghu Park to watch the touring opera troupe perform. It's a treasure of traditional art and culture. The two mayors specially applied for the trip. The first stop was their hometown, and the second stop was Anshi. The performance lasted for three days, and each show lasted two hours. How many tickets were there for three whole days? They were hard to come by.

Xiao Youliang has one copy for himself, and the other was given to him by his daughter, who hopes that good things will come to him soon.

The tickets are for 10 AM to 12 PM, so if you rush, you have a good chance of getting there on time.

"I'll drive, you sit in the back." Xiao Youliang handed her the ticket and sat in the front to drive the car.

Zheng Lanxiang half-huddled in front of her, her gaze passing over his right shoulder to look at the road ahead, a smile on her lips: "It's not even summer yet, and the weather is so nice."

"Hmm?" Xiao Youliang had checked the weather forecast several days in advance, and checked it again this morning before going out: "Today it's cloudy, around 23 or 24 degrees Celsius. I still prefer sunny days. Let's sunbathe together another day to get some calcium. At this age, we really need to take good care of ourselves to live a long and healthy life."

Zheng Lanxiang's smile had faded, but she found his next words amusing again: "Yes, you're right."

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