I listened to my sister's words today.

"Wuwuwuwu..." Yun Yiruo sat on the bed, crying so hard that she could hardly breathe. She sobbed and accused him, "You clearly promised me last time that you wouldn't bully me again!"

Jiang Ling on the other side teased with a sly smile, "Then why didn't you cry out in pain last night?"

"You...how dare you say that!" Yun Yiruo's face turned red with anger, and tears began to flow down her face uncontrollably.

"Oh, okay, okay, I won't say anymore. I won't say anymore." Jiang Ling quickly raised her hands in surrender, and then quickly changed the subject and said, "By the way, didn't you clamor to go to school yesterday? I've already contacted the school for you today.

You can go to school starting tomorrow. But there's a condition. If you can stick to it for this week, I'll let you go straight to university, okay?"

"Really... hiccup...really?" Yun Yiruo raised her head, her tear-stained little face full of anticipation and disbelief.

"Of course it's true. When has my sister ever lied to you, little cutie? Don't cry, don't cry. Let's go downstairs and have a delicious breakfast, okay?"

"Okay... okay." Yun Yiruo sniffed. Her little head, which could only handle one task, immediately forgot all the unhappy things when she heard such interesting news.

After dressing the little one, the two of them went downstairs hand in hand and came to the dining table where a sumptuous breakfast was laid out.

However, today's breakfast did not include the little guy's favorite food, so he ate slowly, mumbling with a dissatisfied look.

Yun Yiruo blinked her big eyes and asked, "Sister, if I go to school, then I don't have to go home at noon?"

"Well, you don't have to go home. But don't be too happy too soon. Even though you don't have to come back, someone will still bring you lunch, and they'll make sure you finish it."

"Ah! Why?" He widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

She looked at the little guy calmly and said lightly: "No reason. If you don't agree, then just pretend that I didn't say anything before."

Hearing this, his heart tightened, fearing that his sister would regret it, and he quickly responded eagerly: "I know, I know."

At the same time, he muttered to himself: Humph, it's only a week. Back then, although my grades weren't top-notch, I was at least above average. A mere high school course was a piece of cake for me.

The thought of being able to enjoy delicious food as much as I want in college fills me with anticipation and excitement.

I fantasize about savoring all sorts of delicious food, whether it's spicy and fragrant Sichuan cuisine, delicate and exquisite Cantonese cuisine, or unique Western cuisine. I want to try them all. I even want to hug a cow and chew on it raw. That kind of unrestrained eating must be very satisfying, hahahaha!

Just as I was immersed in the beautiful fantasy of my future gourmet life, I suddenly heard a stern scolding: "What are you thinking? Even if you hold the bottle and drink milk, it will leak out?"

I suddenly came to my senses and found my sister standing next to me staring at me. How could I accidentally spill milk everywhere while drinking it?

As Jiang Ling spoke, she stuffed the almost cold bottle of milk into the little guy's hands and urged him, "Drink it quickly, it's almost cold."

I smiled embarrassedly, quickly picked up the bottle and drank it in big gulps, but in my heart I was still looking forward to the free college life that would come soon.

"Sister, I'm done!" Yun Yiruo burped contentedly, then casually threw the empty bottle aside like trash with a wave of her hand.

Then, she skipped over to Jiang Ling and said with a smile on her face, "Sister, I'm going upstairs to play computer. Remember to call me when it's time for lunch!"

After saying that, he ran towards the stairs like a happy little rabbit.

Jiang Ling shook her head helplessly, bent down to pick up the empty bottle thrown on the ground, but the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised, revealing a doting smile.

I thought to myself, "This is the only time I can have fun like this. I'll see if you can still be this excited when school starts tomorrow."

Thinking of this, Jiang Ling sighed softly, took the bottle, turned around and walked into the kitchen to start washing.

On the other side of the city, Mr. Wu experienced a whole day of running around and hardships yesterday.

After searching almost everyone who might know about Miss Yun and after going through a lot of trouble and asking around, I finally succeeded in getting Miss Yun's contact information from the list of performers at the Peking University anniversary celebration.

Holding this hard-earned phone number, Mr. Wu's heart was as nervous as a drum.

He tossed and turned in bed all night, unable to fall asleep, feeling uneasy. He knew that this contact was crucial for both himself and the company, not only to save the company, but more importantly, to save his own life!

At this moment, Yun Yiruo, who was far away on the other side, had just stepped into the room when a crisp phone ring suddenly rang.

She couldn't help but feel very puzzled, because this was the first time someone had called her cell phone number directly to contact her!

On weekdays, we usually communicate through voice calls.

Full of doubts, Yun Yiru slowly picked up the phone and took a closer look. The number displayed on the screen was actually a completely unfamiliar number...

Jiang Ling carefully cleaned the bottle, wiped it dry and put it back in its place, then turned and went upstairs to the study.

I pushed open the door, walked into the room, and slowly sat down on the chair in front of the desk. Just as I sat down and had no time to adjust my state and start working, a crisp cell phone notification tone suddenly rang out.

Jiang Ling was slightly startled, and a trace of doubt arose in her heart. Who could be calling at this time? She picked up the phone and saw the words "monitoring device" on the screen.

He quickly put down his work and quickly turned on the computer next to him. His fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, calling up the interface and data related to the monitoring device.

When I found out that the other party was the person in charge of the short video platform, I couldn't help but feel a strong curiosity in my heart.

Prepared to see how this little guy would handle this problem, I stared at the screen intently.

(Thank you all for your gifts and support. I feel like the traffic for this book is getting lower and lower. Many people only read two pages of each chapter and then stop. The completion rate is basically decreasing every day. If not many people read it, I may choose to finish it as soon as possible.)