I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal

March 4th, the 20th day of the first lunar month.

6:30 AM.

Chen Yun, who did not need sleep, stopped typing on the keyboard.

According to the short-term plan,

7:00 AM was his scheduled time for a morning run.

Last night's fifth record, made before midnight, clearly captured the improvements his training had brought over these days.

Thinking this, he glanced at the old phone's memo next to him.

[Fifth Record: 2024.3.3 (the 20th day of the first lunar month)]

[Maximum Quantity Standard for Push-ups: 2200]

[Discovered a Physical Desire and Instinct for Combat]

The maximum number of 2200 push-ups marked a notable improvement from the previous day.

Thus,

he would naturally not miss today's morning run.

Looking at the phone showing only 6:32,

Chen Yun closed and saved the Word document, which contained more than ten thousand words he had committed to writing for the editor, Meteor, after laboring for half the night.

Then, he went to the balcony to gather some clothes, grabbed his toothbrush from the washing stand, and headed straight for the bathroom.

Although he no longer sweated or needed to eat,

he still maintained his daily habits of bathing and oral hygiene.

These were habits ingrained over many years that he could not easily discard.

The sound of running water and the start-up tone of the Handsome Dog music app played simultaneously.

After bustling about for a while,

Chen Yun, at exactly 7:00 AM, arrived at the garden behind the apartment complex to begin his morning run.

The early morning garden was bathed in soft sunlight. Vigorous green trees gently swayed in the breeze, seemingly cheering on the morning exercisers.

7:00 AM was not considered early.

At least not for the many elderly people in the complex.

Just as from two days ago during his morning run,

there were already quite a few elderly people engaged in their exercises.

Chen Yun was the youngest among this crowd of morning exercisers.

With a relaxed pace,

he passed an old man who was watching the Shucheng Morning News, and the news broadcast from the old man's phone inadvertently caught his attention.

[Recently, a Shucheng resident heroically subdued an armed criminal, ending the fight swiftly in three moves.]

This external news broadcast,

gave Chen Yun a strong sense of déjà vu, making him step back a few steps to watch the old man's phone screen from behind.

The screen was showing a surveillance video from a barbecue restaurant, which was the footage of Chen Yun capturing the criminal yesterday.

This made Chen Yun pause.

He was not worried about this matter spreading in this internet era.

When the incident occurred unexpectedly, nobody had time to record the related footage of the fight.

Just a few words to describe the incident, along with a few secretly taken photos afterwards, would hardly draw any attention.

The only surveillance footage that captured the whole process also wasn't very clear.

Even the faces weren't clearly visible, so it wouldn't affect his real-life.

While he wasn't worried about the footage spreading,

the fact that it spread without his permission bothered him significantly.

He had not received any interview requests nor had he agreed to let anyone disseminate footage concerning him.

Such actions,

amounted to an infringement of his portrait rights.

Even though he wasn't concerned about what could happen due to the unclear footage, he still very much cared about the fact that the information had been disseminated at all.

The dissemination of this information,

no matter how minimal the risk it brought, still carried the possibility of danger.

Therefore, Chen Yun was very dissatisfied now.

He glanced at the logo in the corner of his uncle's phone screen, which was the symbol of the Shucheng Morning News.

It wasn't a small media outlet, but it couldn't be considered large either.

The news had just been broadcast, and the related impact probably hadn't fermented too severely yet.

If he could cut off this source of transmission now, everything would likely be all right.

He thought to himself.

Chen Yun stopped his morning run.

Instead, he headed toward his home.

He knew who to find for this kind of issue—none other than the capable Willpower Bai Shi.

It had to be said, having such a friend was a good thing.

He believed that even if Bai Shi couldn't solve the problem, he would know who could.

All he'd need to do afterward was treat him to a meal.

Before long,

he arrived at the door of Bai's house.

He knocked on the door of Bai's house several times.

There were a few noises inside.

Then he saw Bai Shi, with dark circles under his eyes, open the door: "Though it's said the whole day's plan lies in the morning, for an unemployed youth like me, it's still a bit too early at seven something."

Saying this,

Bai Shi, while yawning, reluctantly let Chen Yun, who had been knocking, into the house.

"Unemployed youth? Didn't you go for a second interview at the training institute yesterday and didn't pass?"

Chen Yun, who was eyeing a sculptural coat rack near the door, paused briefly before asking curiously with raised eyebrows.

This guy had separated from him after dinner yesterday, saying he was going for a second interview at the training institution.

Chen Yun didn't believe Bai Shi, who, though a bit of a conspiracy theorist and a nag, had a wide knowledge base and had prepared for so long, would not pass the interview.

"It's because the interview went too well."

"I was kept there to try out the job until eleven o'clock, and by the time I got home, it was past one."

"Shakespeare once said, 'All that lives must sleep.'"

Bai Shi said this,

then flopped down on the couch, rolling his eyes helplessly at Chen Yun, who was examining the art pieces in the house.

Clearly, he was somewhat displeased with Chen Yun for waking him up so early.

"Let's not talk about that. Help me figure out how to solve this."

Chen Yun gave a slight smile, showing his white teeth.

He then pulled out his phone, searched for the official website of Shucheng Morning News, found the news related to himself, and opened it, bringing it close to Bai Shi.

"Hey, isn't this that incident from yesterday? You, lad, have become famous."

Bai Shi glanced at the news video and teased him with a laugh.

"But I don't really want to be famous."

"And most importantly, no one ever told me they would use my video."

After saying this, Chen Yun also sat down on what appeared to be an expensive couch in Bai's house.

His meaning was very clear.

Bai Shi instantly understood the purpose of Chen Yun's visit.

"First, only that trendy store and the police could have the surveillance footage."

"It's unlikely that the police would leak it."

"So, it must be the trendy store that sold the surveillance footage to the Shucheng Morning News."

"The trendy store and Shucheng Morning News could be said to have infringed on your right to likeness."

"To upload surveillance content or photos without the person's consent, causing adverse effects, all constitute unlawful acts."

Bai Shi spoke energetically, rising from the sofa.

He had been discontent with that substandard trendy store, and now he had caught them in a slip.

Now he wasn't sleepy anymore.

"You wait here for me."

Bai Shi, excited, got up and instructed Chen Yun before rushing toward his own bedroom.