Genius Girlfriend

It was quite clear that this girl from Class 18 wanted to befriend Jiang Yubai and even asked for his phone number.

However, from a logical standpoint, the situation was riddled with doubts. Jiang Yubai didn’t know Lu Wei and had barely exchanged a few words with her—why would she suddenly show him such favor?

Jiang Yubai’s Dad often reminded him to be wary of unexpected kindness. Recalling his father’s earnest advice, he immediately returned the pink letter to Lu Wei.

Politely, he said, “Class 17 and Class 18 are sister classes. Students from sister classes are all friends. My phone number is private and not something I can share. I hope you understand.”

Lu Wei’s heart raced, and her ears flushed crimson. She struggled to utter a single word, the letter feeling like a hot potato that burned her palm. In a fit of frustration, she flung her arm out and threw the letter to the ground.

Jiang Yubai even reminded her, “Don’t litter.”

Overwhelmed with shame and anger, Lu Wei hurried away in a fluster.

This dramatic scene happened to catch Lin Zhixia’s eye.

Today, the sun cast a warm glow, and fluffy clouds drifted like snow-white camel humps across the vast blue desert of the sky. Lin Zhixia gazed upward, but her mind was preoccupied with the pink letter. She felt lost, like a traveler wandering in an endless desert.

A few minutes later, Jiang Yubai returned carrying a bag of drinks. He had bought mineral water, orange juice, and cola. Lin Zhixia picked up a bottle of water and discreetly slipped him a banknote.

He sounded incredulous. “You’re giving me money?”

Lin Zhixia clutched the water bottle with both hands. “Mm-hmm.”

Shen Fuxuan sat on the other end of the bench. Tilting his head, he watched Lin Zhixia and Jiang Yubai with a silent smirk, fanning the flames: “Since Lin Zhixia doesn’t want you treating her, just take the money.”

Then he asked, “Jiang Yubai, what did Lu Wei from Class 18 say to you? That envelope she gave you was pink, wasn’t it?”

Without changing his expression, Jiang Yubai sat down between Shen Fuxuan and Lin Zhixia.

After careful consideration, he finally spoke: “I’m not close to Lu Wei from Class 18. Her giving me a letter is quite unusual…” Jiang Yubai repeated his father’s words verbatim: “Life often defies logic. Be cautious of sudden kindness.”

Shen Fuxuan teased, “Don’t you have any other thoughts?”

Duan Qiyan stood stiffly in front of Shen Fuxuan, stretching his feet and tensing his muscles. “Shen Fuxuan, don’t let your mind wander and don’t act like a troublemaker in class. A while ago, there were all sorts of rumors about me and Tang Tingting going around—it nearly drove me crazy.”

Shen Fuxuan leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “We’re just chatting, and you bring up Tang Tingting. Nice one, Duan Qiyan.”

“What’s it to you?” Duan Qiyan straightened up. “Looking for a fight?”

Shen Fuxuan crossed his legs. “Fighting is boring. Let’s make a bet instead.”

Since starting middle school, Duan Qiyan had made two bets—and lost both miserably, leaving him deeply wounded. He could only lick his wounds in the dead of night, vowing never to gamble with classmates again.

But Shen Fuxuan egged him on: “What’s the matter, Duan Qiyan? No guts?”

Steeling himself, Duan Qiyan retorted, “What kind of bet?”Shen Fuxuan raised his hand and pointed at the drop tower: "If you ride the drop tower without screaming, I'll treat everyone to lunch."

Duan Qiyan interrupted: "What happens if I scream?"

"If you lose," Shen Fuxuan stated the rules, "you treat us to lunch."

For a free lunch, Duan Qiyan shouldered his backpack and resolutely marched toward the drop tower. In his imagination, he was enveloped in the golden glow of the "First War God"—yes, he was reminiscing about his glorious history as "the primary school's First God of War."

Shen Fuanxuan followed behind Duan Qiyan: "Hey, Duan Qiyan, no one said you have to do this. The bet can be canceled."

Duan Qiyan was a man of his word. He bought a ticket for the drop tower, closed his eyes, and stepped toward the seat.

The drop tower was indeed thrilling. He experienced an unforgettable sensation of madness. Even though he was scared out of his wits, he didn't make a single sound. Even Shen Fuxuan praised him: "You're very brave!"

Shen Fuxuan kept his promise. He brought everyone to a hot pot restaurant in the amusement park, ordered two Yuan-Yang pots, and declared: "Order whatever you want. Don't be shy."

Lin Zhixia rarely ate hot pot because her Mom said eating too much hot pot would cause internal heat. But her love for delicious food was endless—how could she resist the temptation of hot pot? Gathering her courage, she placed lamb slices into the spicy red soup base. Watching the thin meat slices churn vigorously in the fragrant red oil, she exclaimed: "Even the lamb has turned red."

Jiang Yubai sat beside her. As he mixed the dipping sauce in his own bowl, Lin Zhixia asked him: "How do you combine these things?"

Duan Qiyan across the table suddenly interjected: "Lin Zhixia, have you never eaten hot pot before?"

"I have," Lin Zhixia said firmly, "I just don't recognize those sauces."

Jiang Yubai hesitated for a second, then picked up her bowl and personally added a spoonful of peanut sauce and beef sauce for her. She was instantly overjoyed: "I want a more umami flavor. Umami, lightly sweet, with an endless aftertaste."

Jiang Yubai added a bit of sugar, oyster sauce, and sesame to her bowl, mixed it thoroughly, then poured out a small portion to taste. He personally sampled the dipping sauce from the dish to ensure it was perfect before returning her bowl to her.

"Thank you, Jiang Yubai," Lin Zhixia held her bowl, deeply moved, "You're so kind."

Her voice was very soft, perhaps only Jiang Yubai heard it.

Jiang Yubai felt he hadn't done much—just helped her mix a dipping sauce—yet she appeared so happy. Would she be too reluctant to use such a precious bowl of dipping sauce? The thought had just crossed Jiang Yubai's mind when Lin Zhixia scooped a large portion of lamb into her bowl.

She sat up straight, waiting ceremoniously for the lamb to cool. The red oil and sauce blended perfectly. She lowered her head and took small experimental bites. The chili made her eyes water, yet she still said in a blissful tone: "Spicy hot pot is truly delicious."

Jiang Yubai placed a can of cola in front of her.

She pulled open the tab as if discovering a treasure, took three consecutive sips, and sighed softly: "This is what life should taste like, Jiang Yubai. You should try it too."

Jiang Yubai declined: "No, I don't eat chili."

Lin Zhixia looked at him with her beautiful, teary eyes: "Why don't you eat chili?"Jiang Yubai answered in his heart: Because I don’t want to cry like you.

But how could he possibly speak his mind?

He remained silent.

Lin Zhixia stared at him for a while, as if there were something on his face. He turned his head to the other side, not even sparing her a single glance from the corner of his eye. Yet, at that moment, Lin Zhixia asked him, “Jiang Yubai, what did Lu Wei from Class 18 write in her letter?”

Jiang Yubai hadn’t expected her to be interested in this question.

However, she was the class monitor of Class 17. It made sense for her to pay attention to the interactions between Class 17 and Class 18. Jiang Yubai repeated the contents of the letter verbatim, and Lin Zhixia mused thoughtfully, “So that’s how it is.”

Jiang Yubai didn’t respond, and Lin Zhixia continued on her own, “Besides me, there are many others who want to be friends with you…” She paused, her voice growing softer, “Jiang Yubai, no matter how interesting or lovely the people you meet in the future may be… I will always be one of your best friends.”

Surprisingly, Jiang Yubai suggested, “You can remove the words ‘one of.’”

Lin Zhixia met his gaze and corrected herself, “I will always be your one and only best friend.”

“Yes,” Jiang Yubai approved.

Lin Zhixia was overjoyed. Yet, a small doubt still lingered in her heart. She couldn’t help but say, “Forever represents a very long time. I always tell you that we will never part, that we will always be best friends, but that’s actually my wish. In most cases, fate has its limits…”

“Why are you suddenly thinking about this?” Jiang Yubai set his chopsticks down on the rim of his bowl.

“Because a girl gave you a pink letter and asked for your phone number,” Lin Zhixia said honestly. “That was something I didn’t expect.”

Jiang Yubai roughly understood what Lin Zhixia meant.

Lin Zhixia believed that as he grew older and his horizons broadened, Jiang Yubai would have more and more friends, and her position in his heart would gradually diminish.

How could that be possible?

Unconsciously, Lin Zhixia had raised Jiang Yubai’s expectations for friendship. Among the children of his parents’ friends, several were around Jiang Yubai’s age. However, whenever Jiang Yubai tried to discuss mathematical insights, thoughts about the Universe, or perceptions of individuality with his peers, they would give him incredulous looks.

In contrast, Lin Zhixia always grasped Jiang Yubai’s deeper meanings swiftly.

Even if Jiang Yubai deliberately described a physical phenomenon in an extremely complex way, Lin Zhixia could trace it back to its origins.

Jiang Yubai enjoyed reading historical biographies, and Lin Zhixia was well-versed in the rise and fall of dynasties across the world. She always caught the references he threw her way. Especially in history class, during group discussions, Jiang Yubai often played historical role-playing games with Lin Zhixia.

They even had several notebooks for daily communication.

Jiang Yubai confirmed, “You’re different from others.”

He quoted her own words back to her: “You are one of a kind… Lin Zhixia.”

Lin Zhixia’s eyes sparkled with light. She extended a finger and pushed her bowl forward. “I am the one-of-a-kind Lin Zhixia, your one and only best friend. So, Jiang Yubai, could you mix another bowl of dipping sauce for me? Thank you.”Jiang Yubai didn't refuse at all. He took Lin Zhixia's bowl, skillfully scooped a spoonful of peanut sauce, yet faintly felt he had fallen into a trap. After Lin Zhixia had extracted those words from him, whatever request she made now, he would find it hard to turn her down.

Holding the bowl, he turned his head. The Lin Zhixia he saw remained utterly innocent.

Lin Zhixia urged, "My dipping sauce, hurry up."

Jiang Yubai prepared it meticulously. Lin Zhixia liked lamb, rice cakes, cuttlefish, and kelp rolls. Jiang Yubai fished those items from the pot, drained them slightly, placed them on a snow-white porcelain plate, let them cool, and then handed them to Lin Zhixia.

Jiang Yubai had never served others at home. The way he cared for Lin Zhixia was exactly what he had learned unchanged from the butler. Before he even realized it, Duan Qiyan across from him mocked, "Hahaha, Jiang Yubai, have you forgotten your status?"

Jiang Yubai asked puzzledly, "What status do I have?"

Duan Qiyan said, "Heir to a wealthy family."

Duan Qiyan's mind was full of the luxury cars and drivers at Jiang Yubai's home. Whenever he watched TV and saw the male lead's affluent family background, he couldn't help but think of Jiang Yubai.

The atmosphere at the table grew subtle. Jiang Yubai said casually, feigning nonchalance, "It's not that exaggerated."

Shen Fuxuan laughed heartily, "Are you embarrassed to admit it? Jiang Yubai, your whole family is on the wealth list. Your grandfather expanded the Southeast Asian market, your granduncle does business in North America and Europe..."

Lin Zhixia suddenly joined the fray, repaying in kind: "Shen Fuxuan comes from a family of scholars. His direct relatives within two generations are all outstanding elites in the education field. His mom is the principal of Provincial No. 1 High School, his dad is the youngest professor in the university town, his grandmother is..."

Before she could finish, Shen Fuxuan hurriedly interrupted, "Wait, Lin Zhixia, stop talking!"

"Okay, I won't say more," Lin Zhixia nodded. "Let's continue eating."

The conflict subsided, and the classmates buried themselves in their meals.

After the meal, they wandered around the amusement park together.

Lin Zhixia happily rode the Ferris wheel once. She pressed against the Ferris wheel's window, looking up at the sky one moment and down at the ground the next, then asked Jiang Yubai, "You told me about London's attraction 'The London Eye.' 'The London Eye' is also a Ferris wheel. Which do you think is more fun, that 'London Eye' or this one now?"

Jiang Yubai sat opposite her and replied without hesitation, "This one is more fun."

"Why?" Lin Zhixia asked him. "Ferris wheels should all be the same."

Jiang Yubai moved to the innermost side of the seat. "At different times and places, people's feelings can differ."

"You're right! Your statement has both physical and philosophical meaning." Lin Zhixia applauded for him.

After that Ferris wheel ride ended, Lin Zhixia dragged Jiang Yubai to play bumper cars. Shen Fuxuan and Duan Qiyan followed along, and class sports committee member Cao Wu was already test-driving.

The bumper car arena turned into a battleground for many classmates from Class 17, Grade 9. Each student took a car, crashing recklessly across the spacious area.

Duan Qiyan got into his car and taunted Jiang Yubai, "Come chase me, pretty boy, heir to a wealthy family?" Then, he stepped on the accelerator and sped away.Jiang Yubai remained completely unfazed by him.

Meanwhile, Lin Zhixia gripped the steering wheel and aggressively pursued Duan Qiyan. Her actions overturned most classmates' impressions of her. She took a shortcut, closing in on Duan Qiyan, who shouted, "Save me! Someone save me!"

Class athletic committee member Cao Wu, who was on good terms with Duan Qiyan, rushed over to protect him: "Class President Lin! Duan Qiyan speaks without thinking. Please forgive him!"

"Get out of the way now!" Lin Zhixia lifted her head and openly threatened him, "Or I'll crash into you too!"

Intimidated by Lin Zhixia's aura, Cao Wu fled in panic. He pressed the accelerator to the floor and coldly abandoned Duan Qiyan, saying, "Duan Qiyan, I did my best. Don't blame me for being heartless!"

"Cao Wu! You're so cruel!" Duan Qiyan accused.

Duan Qiyan swerved in a circle, trying to shake off Lin Zhixia. But he was like an ant on a Möbius strip, unable to escape Lin Zhixia's control. Seizing the opportunity, she rammed straight into him, making him yelp in shock with an "Aow!"

To escape, Duan Qiyan gripped the steering wheel tightly and tried to speed in another direction. Unexpectedly, Jiang Yubai suddenly followed him. Surprised, Duan Qiyan turned his head and asked, "Weren't you angry? Why are you chasing me?"

Jiang Yubai feigned calmness: "I don't need a reason to chase you."

Frowning, Duan Qiyan said, "You're so narrow-minded! I said one thing about you, and you want to crash into me and scare me?"

Jiang Yubai sneered: "You told me to chase you earlier. Now that I'm here, you shouldn't be afraid—you should be happy."

Duan Qiyan truly seemed to be targeted by villains. Jiang Yubai and Lin Zhixia's two bumper cars coordinated like the Italian mafia, leaving no room for escape, determined to eliminate Duan Qiyan completely.

"Shen Fuxuan, help me!" Duan Qiyan shouted ahead.

Shen Fuxuan parked his car to the side, holding the steering wheel with one hand, exceptionally relaxed: "Why should I save you? I want to see you cornered."

"Shen Fuxuan, you're so heartless!" Duan Qiyan angrily cursed. How could he alone withstand the joint pursuit of Jiang Yubai and Lin Zhixia? Soon, he was driven into a corner and could only surrender in despair: "I give up. Stop chasing me."

"Hahahahahaha." Lin Zhixia let out a triumphant, wild laugh.

Lin Zhixia had a thoroughly enjoyable and satisfying day. The laughter of her classmates intertwined, echoing deep in her memories, making her feel incredibly relaxed and happy.

When she returned home in the evening, she was still thinking about what a wonderful day it had been.

But as she pushed open the door, she felt a sense of heaviness and oppression. Standing in the entryway without changing her shoes, she dryly called out, "Uncle, Aunt."

Uncle was Mom's older brother and the first college graduate in their village's history. He worked at a law firm in the provincial capital, earning a handsome income and living comfortably. He had bought a luxurious large flat in the city center years ago. He rarely visited his sister's family and seldom showed concern for Lin Zhixia and Lin Zeqiu.

Yet today, Uncle and Aunt had come for a visit, bringing quite a few gifts.

Lin Zhixia suddenly remembered Jiang Yubai's advice.This morning, Jiang Yubai had once said: Life often follows no pattern, so be wary of sudden goodwill.

Lin Zhixia felt like applauding in admiration. She set down her backpack, changed into a pair of fluffy rabbit slippers, and headed straight for her bedroom.

Uncle called out to her: "Lin Zhixia, your aunt and I came specifically to see you and your brother."

Aunt chimed in with a smile: "Lin Zhixia won a gold medal in the International Math Olympics, and Lin Zeqiu ranked 49th in the city's high school entrance exam, getting into the top advanced class at Provincial No. 1 High School. Both of you siblings have promising futures, so your parents won't have to struggle anymore, right, Lin Zhixia?"

Mom sat nearby without saying a word. Dad was still minding the store at the supermarket. Brother hadn't returned from school yet.

Lin Zhixia walked back to the living room and sat beside her mother. Her mom was wearing a beige sweater that Grandma had knitted by hand—she had worn it for years. Even when Lin Zhixia offered her money, she refused to buy a new one. Mom often said that only children need new clothes; adults are used to wearing old ones.

The only accessory Mom wore was a bracelet Lin Zhixia had brought back from Romania.

In contrast, Aunt was adorned with gold and silver, looking far more stylish and glamorous than Mom.

Lin Zhixia considered herself not entirely an idealist; she didn't place much importance on money—though it could buy many delicious things, her daily appetite was limited. The reason she cared about Uncle's situation was that she had heard from Grandma that back in the day, Grandpa's family could only afford to send one child to school. Mom had excellent grades, but she voluntarily gave the opportunity to Uncle. Mom even worked in a factory, saving money to send to Uncle for his tuition.

Later, Lin Zeqiu was born.

Right after his birth, Lin Zeqiu was diagnosed with a congenital heart condition that required surgery as soon as possible. Fortunately, his heart condition was very mild, and with a successful operation, he could fully recover.

That year, Mom and Dad borrowed money from everywhere to pay for Lin Zeqiu's treatment.

Uncle didn't lend a single cent.

Even when Lin Zeqiu's life was in danger, Uncle didn't offer the slightest bit of help.

Even Grandma found it hard to accept, repeatedly muttering, how could he not contribute even a single coin?

If Uncle had gotten into university entirely on his own, there would be nothing to criticize. But Uncle had taken the educational opportunity from Mom, and Mom had worked in a factory to support his studies. He never repaid the money. He should repay it.

Recalling the past, Lin Zhixia wasn't in the mood to talk. Uncle continued asking her: "Lin Zhixia, you can get guaranteed admission to Peking University or Tsinghua University, right? These days, not going to college isn't an option."

Uncle was dressed in a suit, with a pen tucked in his breast pocket. He exuded an air of sophistication, holding an unlit cigarette between his fingers. He didn't light it, just pinched the tip and added, "My friend brought a pack of dried fruit from Hainan. I brought it for you—why don't you try some?"

Mom smiled and said, "Big Brother, you should take it back."

Uncle flicked his fingers slightly: "This is high-quality stuff, not available in wholesale markets. You probably haven't seen anything like it."

Aunt chimed in: "That's right, our Zhuangzhi loves it. I thought Lin Zeqiu and Lin Zhixia might like some too."

The "Zhuangzhi" Aunt referred to was Lin Zhixia's cousin, Ke Zhuangzhi.Ke Zhuangzhi had just entered the second year of middle school this year. He failed to get into the junior high division of Provincial First High School and was currently studying at another middle school, working hard to prepare for the high school advanced program at Provincial First High School.

Uncle's intentions were very clear. He made no attempt to hide them, stating directly, "Lin Zhixia, your aunt and I want you to come live with us for a while. Your academic performance is so outstanding—you started participating in high school competitions in middle school and won international awards. Your cousin would definitely have plenty to discuss with you. At our house, you'll live in a spacious home, study with your cousin, and your aunt will take care of both of you every day, turning you into candidates for Tsinghua and Peking University."

Before Lin Zhixia could respond, Mom said, "Big brother, Xia Xia is my daughter. She should stay in our home."

Uncle leaned back on the sofa, slipping his left foot out of his leather shoe and resting it on one leg of the coffee table: "Your family of four lives in 90 square meters, while my family of three has 260 square meters. The environment a child grows up in is what matters most. If I take Xia Xia to my home, I can provide her with a better environment..."

Lin Zhixia interrupted, "No, I don't need that."

She stood up from her seat, looking down at her uncle and aunt: "I have homework due tomorrow, so I can't chat with you right now. I'm going to do my homework."

Halfway there, she turned back, took her mother's hand, and said, "I need Mom with me to do my homework, otherwise I can't solve a single problem."

"What about during exams?" Uncle asked suspiciously.

Lin Zhixia pretended to think: "During exams, I need to think about Mom, Dad, and Brother too."

Uncle and Aunt exchanged glances.

Lin Zhixia's behavior seemed completely unrelated to the word "intelligent."

Uncle also stood up, his Rolex Submariner watch gleaming on his wrist. He adjusted his watch and gently lectured, "Xia Xia, don't play dumb with your uncle and aunt. We want to nurture you, we came specifically for you—it's all for your own good, to help you go further."

Was it really not about hiring a free tutor?

Lin Zhixia kept her thoughts to herself. She said firmly, "Anyway, I can't possibly leave my home."

"Your family's conditions..." Aunt frowned slightly, her words trailing off. She held her husband's arm, her rosy lips pressed into a tight line, too ashamed to continue criticizing Lin Zhixia's family situation.

Lin Zhixia walked past her aunt and returned to her bedroom, closing the door with a sharp "bang."

Since winning the gold medal at the Romanian Master of Mathematics, Provincial No. 1 High School had given Lin Zhixia a cash prize and a computer—this computer was now in her bedroom.

Lin Zhixia thought her uncle had brought this upon himself and would leave soon. She had no desire to waste time on him and her aunt. She turned on the computer, dialed up the internet, and as part of her daily routine, checked her private emails and paper update lists.

Senior Zhu Chan had sent her an email briefly introducing the latest research progress in their group. Zhu Chan also mentioned that they planned to improve the cluster computing model based on the Preduce framework from Google's new paper. Lin Zhixia immediately downloaded the Preduce paper, read it carefully, and then wrote a reply: Preduce is divided into the P phase and the Reduce phase. After the P phase, data goes through a shuffle and sorting process [1], so the data transmission format will be a key point to consider, as it affects computational load and system efficiency.Lin Zhixia suggested to Zhu Chan that unencapsulated data should not be directly transmitted, and employing encoding and decoding techniques could enhance efficiency, further optimizing the existing high-performance computing framework. She proposed methods for compressing and deconstructing matrix operations.

Zhu Chan instantly replied to her email: "Come to the school this weekend."

Lin Zhixia agreed: "Okay, okay!"

Immersed in the fusion world of mathematics and computers, Lin Zhixia completely missed the sound of Lin Zeqiu entering the house.

Lin Zeqiu returned later than usual today. Since being admitted to the top advanced class of Provincial No.1 High School, he had discovered that over half of his classmates were exceptionally strong and intimidating. The slightest carelessness could cause him to fall out of the top ten in class rankings. He had no choice but to double his efforts to maintain his position in the class.

Distractedly stepping through the doorway, he happened to run into his Uncle and Aunt.

Uncle was already preparing to leave. He picked up the gifts he had brought today and carried them out the main door of the Lin family home. As he passed by Lin Zeqiu, Lin Zeqiu casually asked him: "What were you doing at our house?"

Uncle glanced at him and said gently: "Helping your sister change her living environment."

Aunt, holding onto Uncle's arm, interrupted: "Old Ke, where did you park our car? I can't see our car anywhere. The hallway light is broken, it's pitch black like a cave."

"Isn't it parked right beside the building unit?" Uncle pointed it out to her. "Our Lexus, license plate ending 886."

Lin Zeqiu also glanced in that direction.

Uncle casually asked him: "Has your family bought a car?"

"No," Lin Zeqiu replied.

Aunt exclaimed in surprise: "Ah? Really? How does your mom get to the wholesale market for goods?"

"By riding a tricycle," Lin Zeqiu said as he stepped inside. With his backpack slung over his shoulder, he headed straight to his room.

Lin Zeqiu's door slam was loud enough to disturb Uncle outside and also startle Lin Zhixia inside the house.

Lin Zhixia's fingers paused on the keyboard. She stared at the computer screen for a long moment, suddenly feeling a strong urge to call Jiang Yubai—no matter when, Jiang Yubai could always provide excellent advice for her interpersonal relationships.

She picked up the receiver and dialed Jiang Yubai's cell phone number.

She waited for a long time, but no one answered.

What was Jiang Yubai doing?

At that very moment, Jiang Yubai was sitting in his study, chatting with his Mom.

Jiang Yubai was already a ninth-grade student who would enter high school after next year's entrance exams. His Mom stood before him and said: "Your father and I both hope you'll attend an international high school, or the international program at Provincial No.1 High School. Your father graduated from Trinity College, Cambridge with a degree in Economics. Do you have any plans in this regard? You should start preparing early."