The Master Plan with Full Execution

Hanging up the phone, Fang Jun rolled around on his bed clutching his phone, like a fish tossed onto the shore.

His heart was pounding wildly in his chest, so excited it was about to explode, yet he didn't know where to direct all this energy.

He did have some self-proclaimed understanding of Cai Junhuang.

But understanding was one thing; how could he translate this intelligence into effective action?

That was the key to the problem!

Sitting up abruptly, Fang Jun pulled open the drawer of his nightstand and dug out a notebook with a slightly worn cover from the very back.

It looked completely ordinary.

The notebook wasn't thick, but it was densely packed with records of everything about a girl.

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Lucky Color: Blue (She wore a blue hoodie the last time we met)

Favorites: Tomato-flavored potato chips, sweet soup, dessert cakes, Old Ken's egg tarts

His fingertips traced over the lines of handwriting, which were followed by many trivial matters, mostly details casually mentioned when they chatted.

Cai Junhuang would just mention something in passing, but Fang Jun would solemnly write it down, afraid that his brain might short-circuit one day and he would forget.

The whole world said they were impossible, and even An Yuexin advised him to give up early.

But he refused.

How would you know it's impossible if you don't try?

Fang Jun pulled a piece of blank paper from the desk nearby, his eyes burning with an unprecedented fighting spirit.

It was only a little past nine in the morning. Cai Junhuang had just entered the dance studio, which was the golden time for him to act.

If he planned it well, he might even be able to scout out a location in advance and pull off a perfect date!

He did as he said; delaying even a single second would be irresponsible to himself.

The tip of his pen flew across the paper, and before long, a battle plan with clear logic and detailed steps took shape.

Fang Jun blew on the ink with satisfaction, grabbed the paper, casually pulled a clean T-shirt from his wardrobe and threw it on, then grabbed his wallet and keys and rushed out the door.

When a guy goes out, efficiency is the main focus.

He didn't even glance at the bus stop sign, directly reaching out to hail a taxi by the side of the road.

The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror, saw his fiery and anxious look, and stepped on the gas.

The street scenes outside the car window rapidly retreated, and Fang Jun's heartbeat accelerated as well.

He took out his phone, tapped open the pinned chat box, typed a few words into the input box, and quickly deleted them.

At this time, Cai Junhuang was already training in the dance studio. Fang Jun wanted to send her something, but he held back.

No.

Absolutely not.

Sending a message now would only expose his intentions.

He had to hold back!

This was the first link in the plan, and also the one that tested his self-control the most!

The taxi stopped steadily in front of an elegantly decorated cafe. Fang Jun paid the fare, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

Ding-ling!

The wind chime rang crisply.

There were no other customers in the shop, only a faint mixed aroma of disinfectant and coffee beans.

A few lazy cats were lying on the cat tree, squinting their eyes, obviously not yet in a working state.

A waitress who was placing cakes into the refrigerated display case heard the noise and was startled. When she turned around and saw Fang Jun, she was even more stunned.

She looked at the clock on the wall, then at Fang Jun, and asked somewhat uncertainly, Sir... just one?

It was way too early. The shop had just been disinfected, and she hadn't even finished arranging the cakes.

Fang Jun felt a bit uneasy under her gaze. A hint of heat rose on his face, and he nodded unnaturally, Just one.

Coming to a cat cafe alone, especially early in the morning, was indeed a bit strange.

But he couldn't care about that right now.

The waitress let out an oh and pointed to a seat by the window, Then please have a seat first. The menu is on the table. The cats might need a little while longer to get active.

Fang Jun thanked her and walked straight to the seat with the best view to sit down.

A moment later, the waitress walked over.

Sir, we have a limited new product today. Would you like to try it?

Fang Jun instinctively looked up, What is it?

The waitress had a bit of excitement on her face and pointed to the cake she had just put into the fridge.

Taro cheese mousse. Our boss made it on a whim this morning, saying it's a new flavor. You're the first customer today, so I'll give you a twenty percent discount!

Cheesecake, huh...

Cai Junhuang had only dropped a comment saying she liked to eat it, but she didn't mention a single word about which specific kind.

Fang Jun tapped his fingertips on the smooth menu. Rather than guessing blindly, it was better to use the dumbest method and try them all.

He looked up and said to the waiting waitress.

Then I'll have one of those. Also, get me one of this sea salt caramel, a Basque, a Japanese-style cheesecake, a New York cheesecake, and a matcha cheesecake. Bring me one of each.

The waitress's hand holding the pen paused, a flash of surprise in her eyes. Was this guy eating dessert as a meal?

Then Fang Jun looked at the coffee section of the menu. He remembered that Cai Junhuang quite liked drinking Starbucks Mocha Frappuccino, and was even a Starbucks member.

After looking closely, he found that this shop actually had a mocha smoothie too.

It was actually just an imitation of the Frappuccino. After all, drink recipes are very easy to replicate.

This cat cafe naturally also replicated some of the more popular drinks.

Just like how cheese-foam tea was very popular at the time, and then there were knock-off cheese-foam teas everywhere, the methods being pretty much the same.

So seeing a mocha ice blended drink here didn't feel like much of a difference.

Fang Jun directly ordered a cup of mocha ice blended drink.

The waitress was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but ask, Sir, can you finish all that?

Fang Jun waved his hand, I can't finish it, absolutely can't. I just came over to scout the place.

As soon as he said this, the waitress immediately showed an I understand expression, stopped asking questions, and turned around to place the order.

Fang Jun leaned back on the sofa and looked around.

The cats, having just started their business day, were mostly lazy and lacked energy, but a few dedicated feline employees had begun to patrol the premises.

Kitty!

All the cats in the world share one universal name.

Fang Jun waved at an approaching cat.

I am a cat, and today is another day on the job.

A blue British Shorthair, built like a little tank, walked over on its own initiative. It stopped at Fang Jun's feet, sizing him up with its round eyes.

Fang Jun had never kept one of these things at home and was completely clueless about the techniques of petting a cat.

In his understanding, animals' heads were meant for rubbing.

So he rubbed the British Shorthair's head just like he would pet a dog.

Therefore, he reached out his hand and, with the force and gesture of petting a dog, rubbed twice on that big, furry head.

The British Shorthair's body instantly stiffened, and then it looked up at Fang Jun.

It seemed to be conveying something with its eyes.

Human! All hands and no treats? Where is my cat puree!

After confirming that Fang Jun's hands were completely empty, the British Shorthair turned its head without hesitation and strutted away arrogantly with a swaggering pace, leaving Fang Jun with only a round, chubby back.

Hey! You're just leaving? Fang Jun didn't know whether to laugh or cry; he had actually been despised by a cat.

Not long after, the waitress walked over carrying a huge tray, which was filled with all kinds of cakes, as well as that towering cup of mocha ice blended drink.

Sir, your order is complete.

Fang Jun's attention, however, was drawn to a few colorful little bags resting on the edge of the plate.

"Hey, what are these?"

The waiter smiled and explained, "These are complimentary freeze-dried cat treats included with the meal. Guests can use them to coax the cats over for some interaction."

Fang Jun instantly understood.

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