My protagonist attributes have been discovered

At eleven o'clock in the morning in the human world, in a high-rise suite of a restaurant in City C.

"Heh," Ao Ye who answered the phone chuckled, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a coffee in his hand, and said in an unhurried tone, "What are you in a hurry for? It's not even the Dragon Boat Festival yet."

"What's on time!" On the other end of the phone, the live broadcast has been on since early in the morning and has been waiting for him to honor the "Dragon Boat Festival", but Qiong Qi, who still has nothing when it comes to the meal time, does not hide his irritability: "You fucking passed the underworld Is it on time?! Twelve o’clock is the peak time for the live broadcast! If you don’t deliver it to your door at this time, if I get busy later, if I miss the pick-up time, they will make a lot of money for nothing!”

"You're having a good day," Ao Ye smiled, knowing that even the couriers were sorted and delivered by "specialists": "It's really difficult."

"...You don't gloat over there! Don't think I can't hear it!" Qiongqi yelled at him: "Speak directly! When will the gift arrive? How long?!"

"Tsk, human beings say, 'Scholars should be treated with admiration for three days', let alone yesterday, we have been separated for at least a week, right?" Ao Ye detested him: "Why hasn't your patience improved?"

"Then I see that your habit of talking nonsense hasn't changed yet!" Qiongqi Ding snapped back, impatiently, "Say it!"

"Okay, since you're so impatient... then I'll tell you in advance." Ao Ye took a sip of coffee, looked out of the window, and said leisurely: "I knew it was not easy for you to receive a courier—so I want to send it to you." , not the real thing."

"Huh? What's that?"

"It's a message, and a message."

"...?? Information and news? Good or bad?"

"Since it is said to be a gift, it is naturally good."

"What's that message?"

"Don't worry," hearing the urging from his friend, Ao Ye rubbed the handle of the coffee cup with his thumb, looking down at the small and deserted street outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, with a slight smile on his lips, "There is too much information, we have to sort it out slowly; To make it easier for you to understand..."

"Let's start with that human named Song Yangle."