Friday.
When he woke up, his phone showed a full four missed calls.
It was not that Lin Li slept too deeply to be woken up. He normally brought his phone to school, so naturally, he always kept it on silent mode.
The person calling him was, of course, the chosen lucky victim, Yang Liang.
The calls had come at three in the morning. Considering that middle-aged people tended to suffer from frequent, urgent, and incomplete urination, Lin Li guessed that Yang Liang had only seen his message when he got up to use the bathroom.
He wondered how well Yang Liang had slept during the rest of the night.
After sending him a "Morning, Uncle," and seeing that there was no instant reply, Lin Li began working out.
By the time he finished exercising and was preparing to head out, Yang Liang's message arrived.
"Yang Liang: Bad morning."
"Yang Liang: Sigh, sigh! Sigh!! Tell me, what did you want from me last night?"
Putting on his Bluetooth earbuds, Lin Li called Yang Liang while riding toward the breakfast shop.
"Uncle, do you have any tobacco-related cases where I could lend a hand? The helpful spirit of Xiling's Black Silk Hero is already stirring."
A clear sigh came from the other end.
"Have you considered going to the hospital to get checked for ADHD? Lin Li, you haven't even settled down for half a month. Why are you thinking about doing this again?" Yang Liang asked, rubbing his aching head.
"Because as the Black—"
"Stop, stop. Don't tell me about your Black Silk Hero spirit. I don't want to hear it." Yang Liang rudely cut him off, then let out another deep sigh.
"Fine, let's skip the foreplay and get straight to the point. So, is there one, Uncle?"
"There's