Omi finished his shower and came to the living room, his expression unmoved.
Jean and John were busy walking in from the balcony.
Jean said, "Young Master, sit down for a while; I'll cook dinner right away."
Omi replied, "Waiting for you to cook, would have starved to death."
Then John smiled, "Young Master, then I'll make you some tea so you can read all day."
Omi said calmly, "No matter how tired you are, it's sufficient to refresh you."
"Oh!" John blanched.
Omi took a shower, refreshed, and sat down on the couch, accidentally sitting on the TV remote.
The TV suddenly turned on, and the person on the screen happened to shout, "How dare you sit down."
Omi was startled and quickly stood up.
Omi stared at the man on the TV screen and asked cautiously, "Who are you, and why are you in my house?"
The man on the TV laughed, "Hahahaha, don't ask me who I am; I'm here to take your little life."
Omi snorted, "Taking my little life, so arrogant, then let the horse come."
John, who was making tea, looked at Omi in surprise.
However, the TV screen turned and jumped to another person, only to see that person plop down on his knees, "Senior, spare my life, senior, don't kill me."
"Huh?" Omi's eyebrows furrowed.
Omi looked at John and asked, "What's going on here? Who are the two men on the screen?"
"Ah, Young Master, are you okay?"
"Say."
"Young Master, this is a television, not a box; there aren't really people in it. It's like a play, but in the form of real images and characters."
It suddenly dawned on Omi; he had seen some operas created by Jiang Hu literati before.
Omi couldn't believe it. "The scripts for performances in this world are like this; they're truly advanced."
Omi immediately looked at it with enthusiasm.
After Omi learned to use the remote control, he instantly became a fan of TV.
It was late at night, the two maids had gone to bed, and Omi was still mentally watching a TV drama.
Omi watched urban-type TV dramas because by watching this type of drama, Omi could learn a lot of things about the world.
For example, there is a thing that can transmit sound a thousand miles away, as long as you press a number that represents someone else, you can talk to that person a thousand miles away, which is called a mobile phone on TV.
In addition, Omi had understood a lot of these Arabic numbers 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 after watching television.
Omi watched it all night long.
This night, Omi had gained so much.
Yesterday, Omi was at a loss about the world, ignorant and unknown. And today, Omi had gradually uncovered the mysteries of this world, no longer feeling so mysterious.
Omi believed that he only needed TV; he will soon understand this world.
The day had dawned, and the sun had risen.
"Today and tomorrow are the weekends; I don't have to go to school for the next two days. What should I do?" Omi pondered.
"Those two maids, the sun has risen, and they're still not even up." Omi suddenly got a little angry.
Omi arrived at the two maids' room.
"Bang bang." Omi knocked hard on the door.
"Shit, can't people still sleep?" John was furious, probably still half-asleep, as he opened the door and yelled at Omi, "You idiot, are you trying to get killed?"
However, John hadn't finished his sentence when he suddenly knelt down. In his confusion, he initially thought Omi was still the same worthless person, so he began berating him. However, as he finished yelling, he realized that Omi had changed and immediately knelt down in shock.
"Pah." Omi delivered a hard slap.
John was suddenly slapped away.
"Young Master, spare my life; Young Master, spare your life. I didn't mean it; I forgot. I'm sorry. I just woke up; I haven't remembered yet. Young Master, spare your life. I won't dare to do it again." John even kowtowed and begged for mercy, almost peeing out of fright.
And at this moment, that maid Jean also woke up and was wrapped in a blanket, sitting on the bed, looking at Omi in horror.
Omi sneered, "I'm certain this is how you used to bully me in the past."
"Young Master, please spare me; I won't dare to do it again." John kowtowed desperately.
Omi swept a glance at their room, and his heart became even more furious, saying, "The room I sleep in is ordinary; the room you guys sleep in, why is it so big and beautiful? Who exactly is the maid, and who is the young master now? Why do I feel like I am your maid?"
John's face turned so white; even Little Ring was so scared that he crawled up and got on his knees to beg for mercy.
Jean was wearing very little. She was in her sleeping attire, and her body was exposed to Omi's eyes.
Jean's skin was soft and white, and her body was also good. Omi couldn't help but take a few more glances.
After Jean saw Omi's gaze, she deliberately pushed her chest forward.
Omi grunted: "Jean, what are you sticking your chest out for? Think I've never seen it before? Get out. From now on, this room is mine; you guys go sleep in that room of mine."
"Yes, yes, yes." John panicked and nodded.
Omi walked out of the room; Jean was a little disappointed to see that the young master didn't seem interested in her. If the Young Master was interested in her, she wouldn't mind having something happen with him.
Omi went to the bathroom sink and squeezed a little toothpaste to brush his teeth.
Omi had known about brushing his teeth this way, all from watching TV and the computer.
After brushing his teeth, Jean and John also got dressed.
The two of them seemed like they couldn't wait to leave.
"Young Master, wait at home; I'll go out and buy you breakfast."
And John was also busy saying, "Young Master, I'll go out to get you money; take out the remaining 30,000 yuan to bring with you."
Omi hummed inside and thought straight if they wanted to escape.
Jean and John didn't wait for Omi's answer; they hurriedly opened the door of their home and entered the elevator.
In the elevator, John was relieved and said, "Finally, I can leave this foolish young master; I will never come back again; we will take the remaining 100,000 pieces and go away."
But Little Ring was depressed and said, "Pity about the house, alas."
Soon, the elevator landed on the first floor, from the seventeenth floor to the first floor, it was less than a minute.
However, when the elevator door opened, Omi was standing outside, and Jean and John were startled when they saw Omi.
"Ah, Young Master, you, where did you come down from?"
Omi snorted, "No way to escape."
Jean was busy, "Young Master, what did you say, escape, why can't I understand."
"Alright, your whispers last night can't be hidden from this young master's ears. You guys wanted to take the rest of your money and run away early in the morning, think twice."