"Six thirty..." Zhou Qi checked the time. This was strange. He had started meditating at seven yesterday, yet he had also woken up at six thirty.
Last night, he had not started meditating until nearly nine, yet he had still woken up at six thirty.
Not early, not late—not a second off. Exactly on time.
He knew the human body had a biological clock. If you used an alarm long enough, eventually you would wake up on your own before it rang.
But didn't it take twenty-eight days to form a habit?!
Zhou Qi was starting to get scared. Everything about him was improving, but the entire process felt muddled and unclear, giving him a sense that things were slipping out of his control.
He first opened the short-video app and checked his private messages. She had replied.
Zhou Qi: "Streamer, I see you broadcast twelve hours every day. Isn't that too exhausting? You need to take care of your health!"
Hu Minrou: "Can't be helped. Gotta make money. I'm not very popular, so I can only make up for it with time!"
Zhou Qi hurriedly made up another message and sent it over: "Making money is important, but your health is even more important..."
A message soon came back: "Of course. Are you a fan of mine, little brother? Do you want to get a membership card?"
Zhou Qi chuckled. "I want one too, but I have no money. I've been out here for years and haven't made a cent. Instead, I've racked up a pile of online loans and Huabei debt. To be honest, if I hadn't seen you singing yesterday, I'd have jumped into the sea by now!"
"Ah!" Hu Minrou hurriedly replied. "How could it be like that?"
"So I can't support you!" The words Zhou