August 23, 2024.
6:50 a.m.
Magic City, IFC Residence.
Day had already broken over Lujiazui.
The curtains slowly opened, and morning light spilled in.
Bei Weiwei lay sprawled on her yoga mat, having just finished a set of planks. Beads of sweat clung to her temples, and loose strands of hair stuck to the sides of her face.
"3, 2, 1—"
The countdown ended, and she flopped onto the mat, letting out a long breath.
There was basically nothing lazy about a female artist's morning.
Especially not for a female artist like her, who followed the visual idol route.
The moment she opened her eyes, there was the body fat scale, fasted cardio, and the breakfast plan photo sent by her nutritionist the night before.
She could not drink too much coffee, could not touch heavily salted food when she was prone to puffiness, and did not even dare eat fruit carelessly the day before a shoot.
Bei Weiwei rested on the mat for a moment, then pushed herself up into a seated position.
Her phone buzzed.
She picked it up for a glance, tapping open the message as she headed toward the bathroom.
It was today's schedule from her assistant, Xiao Yuan.
Hair and makeup at eight, a magazine photoshoot at nine, with the afternoon and evening free and no other engagements for now.
For Bei Weiwei, this already counted as rare downtime.
More than a year had passed since Idle Listening to Falling Rain had suddenly exploded in popularity.
For an idol, the thing they feared most was losing their buzz.
Even with Tang Zong Entertainment fully backing her, she could not just lie around waiting for resources to fall into her lap. She had to stay visible every day, update her social media, seize every chance for