At seven in the morning, Jiang Ye threw off his covers and sat up in bed.
His phone screen lit up with an unread message from Liang Wan.
[I was afraid of disturbing you by calling too late, so I left you a message. Feel free to call me anytime if you have more questions.]
[I noticed you've successfully established the Zhijun Music Laboratory with five hundred volunteers. This is excellent and aligns with military regulations for such situations. If possible, please have the volunteers handwrite a record card for each experiment and upload an electronic version to the database. This will not only preserve experimental data for future research but also allow me to select some to report to my superiors, highlighting the professionalism of Music City.]
[If feasible, you might consider expanding the volunteer team's size. Maintaining the current status is also acceptable.]
[Regarding the creation and release of Zhijun music, I suggest establishing a tiered system. A tiered system can ensure security and also promote the smooth daily operation of Music City. Detailed suggestions are as follows:]
[Tier 1: Music that brings profound positive impact, such as inspiring listeners with fervent love for humanity, a strong desire to join the fight for humanity, or a powerful sense of justice against unfairness. Please submit the audio files of such music to me, and I will forward them to military superiors. You can receive substantial copyright fees and special commendations from the military's arsenal, bringing you great fame and fortune.]
[Tier 2: Music that brings beautiful positive influence, such as evoking memories of first love, allowing listeners to appreciate the beauty of life, or calming agitated moods. These can be directly released on music platforms to generate profit.]
[Tier 3: Tracks within the traditional emotional spectrum, meaning they can subtly alter a listener's mood without causing physiological reactions. These can also be directly released on music platforms to generate profit.]
[Tier 4: Music that causes mild negative effects, such as making listeners cry or feel slight anger, but does not impact normal life. These can be directly released on music platforms to generate profit.]
[Tier 5: Music that brings severe negative effects, such as vomiting, uncontrollable trembling, or suicidal impulses. Please do not release these for now. Submit the audio files to me, and I will report them to my military superiors.]
Clear as day, Jiang Ye nodded silently. This tiered system was quite good; the decision-making power for the tracks remained with him, and Music City's daily operations would be fine.
He long-pressed Liang Wan's avatar and called.
"Good morning, what's up?" Liang Wan answered immediately, her voice breathless, with bird chirps in the background. She was likely out for a morning run.
"Do you have a template for that experiment record card?" Jiang Ye asked.
"There's no template. Just do it yourself, make sure it's presentable, and fill in the necessary information," Liang Wan replied.
"If we expand the volunteer recruitment, will another thousand people be enough?" Jiang Ye inquired.
"Sufficient."
"No other issues," Jiang Ye said. "Regarding your troops giving lectures at the university and the matter of the tea, send me a message if there's any progress."
"Will do, will do," Liang Wan said.
The call ended.
Jiang Ye took a shower and changed before heading downstairs.
He glanced into the art studio as he passed. The holographic beauty teacher, Shi Ningfu, was giving a lesson. Jiang Senlin held his paintbrush, aiming at a blank canvas, looking like an eager student.
Cen Yemeng was in the kitchen making breakfast, wearing only her pink underwear, with an apron tied in front. Her fair, jade-like legs and back were fully exposed, a truly delightful sight.
Jiang Ye hugged her from behind and looked at the dining table. A plate of egg tarts had already been prepared.
"I'll take this plate and eat it on the way. I'm heading to Music City today, and there's a lot of work," Jiang Ye said, reaching for the plate.
"What's the rush? Eat breakfast first," Cen Yemeng turned and rubbed her cheek against his stubble. "You need to shave; it's scratchy."
Jiang Ye grabbed her shoulders and deliberately rubbed his stubbly chin against her soft cheek, poking her several times.
"How can you bully your wife?" Cen Yemeng giggled, dodging left and right.
"I'll show you what bullying is when I get back tonight," Jiang Ye said, picking up the egg tart plate and leaving.
"Hey, hey, hey..." Cen Yemeng grabbed his clothes. "I had a dream last night."
"What did you dream about?" Jiang Ye stopped.
"I dreamed I went to university to study for a Master's in Literature, and you were my classmate. You shamelessly sat next to me in every lecture. If another classmate sat next to me, you'd slam your fists on the table to scare them away and then plop down next to me, acting like a total delinquent school bully. It was so annoying. After the school bell rang, the teacher would lecture, and you'd be incredibly bold underneath, reaching out to touch my thigh without a word," Cen Yemeng blushed. "Then I'd feel wronged, and you'd tell me to wait for you after school."
"I'm honored to be the male lead in your dream, even a spring dream," Jiang Ye smiled. "But I would never do such despicable things. When I was in school, my eyes were only on my books."
"This dream is quite exciting. Can we... later?" Cen Yemeng's face turned as red as a radish.
"Role-playing?" Jiang Ye understood instantly. "No problem, it's a small matter."
"Be careful on the road."
"Don't worry."
Jiang Ye was in high spirits, walking out with the plate of egg tarts.
He ate them as he walked, finishing the entire plate before getting into his car.
Just then, the robotic dog in the yard ran over. Jiang Ye placed the plate on its head. "Go, take this to the dining room. Be steady and don't break it."
The robotic dog immediately stiffened, carefully turned, and left, like a circus puppy on its first day learning acrobatics.
He got into the car, closed the door, and set the flight path for Zhijun Music City.
Jiang Ye immersed himself in work, using the car's screen to handle the backlog of official duties.
He had just dealt with them yesterday, so there were less than ten items remaining, all minor matters that he quickly completed.
Seeing the prompt on the screen that read "You have no pending files," Jiang Ye's mind began to wander.
He took out his phone, found "Wife," and started composing a message.
"You're Cen Yemeng, right? A first-year graduate student in the School of Literature? You should know me, Jiang Ye. Everyone at school calls me Brother Ye. The counselor's desk is full of my disciplinary notices for fighting, drinking, skipping class, and cheating. You look very good; be my girlfriend. Reply quickly when you see this."
He sent the message.
Jiang Ye was getting into character. Following his wife's dream, he decided to play the role of a rogue school bully. Annoying messages were definitely part of the act; that's how hoodlums did it in movies.
"Get lost. I just want to study properly and don't want to associate with people like you." Cen Yemeng replied instantly. It seemed she was also in character.
"How dare you curse at me? If you weren't a female classmate, I would have already sent people to beat you up, understand?" Jiang Ye replied. "After class tonight, meet me by the crooked tree in the small grove on the west side of the school. Wait for me there obediently. I'll bring you some roses or something."
"Scram. I don't want your trash flowers. If you bother me again, I'll report you to the teacher."
"Go ahead and report me. The counselor's desk is already stuffed with my disciplinary records, so one more won't matter. It'll just waste some paper and a couple of trees on the planet. When you owe too much, you stop worrying about it; when you have too many disciplinary actions, you don't fear them anymore." Jiang Ye fully embraced the scoundrel persona.