Amid the hubbub, breakfast finally came to an end.
Servers cleared away the used tableware. There was no need to lift a finger oneself—utterly decadent.
Luo Chuan lay sprawled on the sofa and took out his Magic Phone.
He had eaten a little too much and did not want to move at all.
"Boss, there's nothing going on today, right?" Gu Yunxi came over from the side, youthful and lovely, like a college student about to head out for fun.
Jiang Wanshang, Bu Shiyi, and the others looked much the same. It seemed they were planning to properly enjoy themselves in Qichuan.
"Nothing." Luo Chuan nodded. "These next few days are for getting familiar with the script. Don't spend all your time playing around."
"Got it, got it." Gu Yunxi waved her hand and left the hall with the others, their voices gradually fading away as they talked.
Being young was nice.
Luo Chuan withdrew his gaze and could not help sighing inwardly. He was about to spend some time on his Magic Phone when his movements suddenly paused slightly.
Wait, wasn't he a young person too? Why had he excluded himself from the ranks of young people again?
No, why had he said "again"? Where was this strange sense of familiarity coming from?
There was not really much to look at on the Magic Phone anyway.
Livestreams, videos, novels, forums...
When all was said and done, it was just those things.
Oh, and a few card games.
There really was not much to see, yet it carried an inexplicable pull.
Just like young people in the modern era, endlessly scrolling through videos, reading novels, and playing games, happily immersing themselves in it all.
And wherever they went, they had to carry their phones with them, or they would feel