Yun Meng's Background

The venue for the charity gala in Martial Arts Heavenly Capital blazed with light. The enormous stage had been decorated to feel both warm and grand, colored light strips wound around the supports, and Liuli's latest music video played on loop across the backdrop screen.

Having just arranged late-night snacks for the staff, Jing Liuli accepted the sheet music handed over by her assistant and leaned against the sofa at the edge of the stage, flipping through it.

Her purple hair was loosely gathered into a bun, the ends draping over her shoulders. Her usual sweetly naive air had faded, replaced by some of the elegant poise she carried onstage.

"Liuli, in half an hour it'll be our turn for the final rehearsal. The costumes and makeup are all ready."

The assistant reminded her softly, her gaze involuntarily drifting toward the several boxes of desserts piled beside the sofa.

Jing Liuli had specifically asked someone to prepare those as "energy supplies" to replenish her strength during rehearsal breaks.

"Got it. I'll go over once I've smoothed out this section of the melody."

Jing Liuli waved a hand, pinched up a mango gummy, and popped it into her mouth. With puffed cheeks, she said indistinctly, "Oh, right. Remember to keep my hot mango drink warm. I want it after rehearsal."

Seeing Jing Liuli on screen without a trace of big star airs, looking just like some lazy homebody, the bullet comments immediately began teasing her.

'Hahahaha, Liuli really can't live without desserts wherever she goes. It's carved into her DNA.'

'She had big star presence just a second ago, then immediately exposed her foodie nature.'

'Suddenly worried about what'll happen if Instructor Yun Meng comes and confiscates her desserts. (doge)'

The words had barely fallen when a commotion suddenly erupted at