At nine-thirty in the morning, Shen Jianxin came downstairs in his slippers.
Someone had brought breakfast from the cafeteria and set it on the dining table on the first floor. By now, it had become an unspoken routine within the Wildfire Alliance.
"Sister Miao, you're the only one here?" Shen Jianxin asked.
"Sister Miao" was a joking nickname. Shen Jianxin had picked it up from the younger members.
Yun Miao nodded. "Brother Xi went to the writing room at seven-thirty. The other two went with him."
"What about Zhi Chu?"
Yun Miao pointed upstairs.
"He's still not up?"
Yun Miao shook her head and sighed. "He's a little freak, too. Around one-forty last night, I heard something outside and quietly came out to peek. He was still tidying up his room. Then I came out for a drink at two-thirty—guess what I heard? He was composing! It's great to be young. I can't think straight at all in the middle of the night."
Shen Jianxin stared at her for a moment, then sat down at the table and served himself some porridge.
"That kid's got something. If you see him, tell him not to wreck his health."
Yun Miao nodded. She didn't have a project at the moment, but that didn't mean she had nothing to do. Everyone without a project was keeping a close eye on the ones that hadn't been picked, working hard in hopes of making it to the upcoming stage recordings.
Word was, someone had already started tackling the tough challenge at the top of the task list.
That was another unspoken rule: being first to go wasn't necessarily an advantage. The production team was only too happy for everyone to spend more time preparing; the better the preparation, the better the show.
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