Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

The "good thing" that Lu Binghe mentioned refers to the secret commendation meeting held at the end of each year, which commends outstanding people from all walks of life who have made great contributions to the country but whose identities cannot be made public for various reasons. This year, Ji Shumiao was on the invitation list.

"So, we are on our way to the venue now?" Ji Shumiao pointed in the direction the car was heading in disbelief.

Lu Binghe nodded: "Of course."

“God damn it—” Ji Shumiao collapsed and screamed, pulling his hair madly, “I didn’t even do my hair…

Ji Shumiao looked at his bare nails, looking crazy: "Nails... I... manicure... ah——"

Ji Shumiao grabbed the fabric on his chest with both hands: "Even the clothes are old!!!"

Lu Binghe: “Uh…”

"God damn it! Why didn't you tell me earlier!" Ji Shumiao pounded the back of the chair in anger and annoyance. The degree of sadness and regret was no less than losing a lottery ticket that won 800 million yuan. Two lines of tears finally squeezed out of his eyes: "Ah..."

Lu Binghe couldn't understand and was greatly shocked. He used his hand to support his forehead to avoid Ji Shumiao's accusatory gaze: "Well... because your actions are not restricted, I can only notify you temporarily to keep it confidential."

Ji Shumiao had already entered the stage of calm madness. He emptied his pockets but only found a lip balm.

Fortunately, it is a tinted lipstick.

Ji Shumiao wiped away her tears, put on lipstick, sobbed a little, and tidied her hair and clothes that had just been messed up.

Lu Binghe racked his brains to organize his words and comforted him, "Don't worry. Although we will take pictures, they will all be entered into the country's top secret archives. It will take at least several dozen or even a hundred years for them to be made public."

Ji Shumiao was still sad, and turned to look at him with a pursed mouth. "If I cannot live forever, I want to leave my beauty in the world. I hope that people in the future will say that beauty is just Ji Shumiao's least worthwhile advantage, and then my life achievements..."

Lu Binghe: "...Well, even if you dress up carefully, there are girls prettier than you."

"..."

Ji Shumiao couldn't tell for a moment whether he was comforting or belittling her.

Ji Shumiao gave an ambiguous smile: "Uncle Lu, let's play a game. From now until we reach our destination, whoever speaks again will be a dog."

"it is good."

"you are a dog!"

"..."

After passing through a series of security checks, Ji Shumiao finally arrived at the venue.

Lu Binghe had something to do, so when he arrived at the scene, he handed Ji Shumiao over to the staff and left. Ji Shumiao was taken to his seat and sat down.

The...first row?

How virtuous and capable am I?

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Ji Shumiao carefully positioned his butt.

There was tea and some dried fruit snacks on the small table next to the chair. The staff poured her a cup of tea and put it down. After making sure that Ji Shumiao had no other needs, they left.

Ji Shumiao looked carefully at the solemn and dignified auditorium. There were not many people here at the moment, including both men and women of different ages, but Ji Shumiao was the youngest among those present.

A one-eyed old man in military uniform with medals all over his chest sat in the row behind her. He put his elbow on the back of her chair and leaned over to ask her, "Little guy, are you from the research institute?"

Ji Shumiao shook his head: "No."

Ji Shumiao noticed that his right hand did not have a single finger on it, and the exposed skin was covered with burn marks.

The old man pulled the sleeve of his military uniform to cover the stump of his limbs: "Did I scare you? Sorry."

"No." Ji Shumiao shook his head repeatedly, "I just... really, really admire you!"

Then she felt the chair under her butt getting even hotter. How could she have deserved this…

The old man smiled on his face full of wrinkles and age spots: "Good kid!"

The old man also became cheerful and stopped hiding his mutilated hand. Instead, he told her about the battle.

Ji Shumiao's eyes were clear and he listened attentively without blinking. When he heard General Ji's name, his eyes widened in surprise.

The old man said happily: "Oh, little girl, you know Old Ji?"

Ji Shumiao chuckled awkwardly: "My family and General Ji are from the same clan. In terms of seniority, I should call him uncle."

The old man was happy: "Your uncle and I are sworn brothers, do you want to call me uncle too?"

"Uncle!"

Ji Shumiao's voice was crisp and sweet, and the old man responded loudly, his heart as sweet as if it was soaked in honey.

My uncle’s surname is Hu and he is already ninety-five years old this year.

Uncle Hu looked at her and couldn't help but sigh: "What a pity, Old Ji's family didn't leave any descendants."

"We, the younger generations, are all your descendants." Ji Shumiao comforted.

Uncle Hu nodded with satisfaction: "Yes."

Ji Shumiao took the initiative to talk about his grandfather's experience as a soldier. Most of the things he had heard were just hearsay. He vividly recounted the embarrassing moments of his grandfather's youth, which diluted Uncle Hu's sadness.

While the two were chatting, people came into the auditorium one after another. A group of people in white coats walked in with ease and sat down not far away. The only one who was not wearing a white coat was a girl of about sixteen or seventeen years old. Her skin was a sickly porcelain white, and she was so beautiful that she was not on the same level as the others.

She also sat in the first row. Unlike Ji Shumiao who was sitting upright, she leaned on her seat as if she had no bones, holding a lollipop in her mouth, with a lazy expression, and typing on her cell phone.

Why can she use a cell phone?

Weren’t all the cell phones confiscated when we came in?

Perhaps noticing Ji Shumiao's gaze, the girl raised her head, looked at her meaningfully, and bit the lollipop in her mouth with a crunching sound.

Ji Shumiao withdrew her gaze guiltily. No, why should she feel guilty?

Uncle Hu: "They are from the research institute, and they are researching technologies that can make the country rich and strong."

Ji Shumiao was curious: "What research institute is it?"

"secret."

"Oh." Ji Shumiao reacted immediately, "I won't ask anymore."

"No, the institute is called the National Secret Institute."

Ji Shumiao: "... Very... Very appropriate."

It's also perfunctory.

Uncle Hu: "Since you are so young, I thought you were also from the research institute. They have been searching for talented children all over the country these years and bringing them up in the research institute from a young age. They say that scientific research should start from childhood."

The girl was also the youngest among the researchers. Next to her sat a middle-aged man with gray hair. He took out a lollipop from the pocket of his white coat, peeled off the candy wrapper and handed it to the girl's mouth.

The girl was playing with her cell phone and listened to his coaxing for a few words before she opened her mouth and took the lollipop with an impatient expression.

It looked like the middle-aged man was taking care of her, but his attitude was very flattering and fawning.

Ji Shumiao couldn't help but whisper to Uncle Hu: "Geniuses seem to have quirks."

Uncle Hu also whispered: "It seems to be like this. I heard that her brain is different from that of normal people. She can't live without candy..."

The protagonist who was bitten by the cricket appeared silently in front of Ji Shumiao, scaring Ji Shumiao so much that his soul left his body.

One side of her cheek was bulging because of the lollipop in her mouth. The girl curled her lips with a fake smile: "You, teasing my boyfriend."

Ji Shumiao suddenly felt a chill all over his neck.

Uncle Hu exclaimed, stretched out his left hand and gave a thumbs up: "Well! As expected of you, your last name is Ji!"