Before crossing over, Sui Xiong had been someone who wasn't particularly interested in reality or current affairs.
That definitely wasn't because he was cold-hearted. Most artists were like that. In fact, he had been dragged by friends to donate blood before, had donated money during natural disasters, and had never been stingy about helping whenever he saw someone in trouble.
But if he didn't see it, he truly wouldn't waste time investigating or researching it.
Because he was busy.
He had to work, deal with that huge pile of stuff in the warehouse, and keep the accounts in order; he had to draw illustrations for others, earning money to support himself; he also had to squeeze out time to play games and chat with his friends in them...
So aside from a few online acquaintances he followed on his Weibo, and the idle chatter of his friends in games, he really didn't have much time to gather all sorts of unimportant information.
To give an extreme example, even his own birthday was something he only remembered when his mother called him the night before.
The days he could never forget were probably statutory holidays. Things like Tomb-Sweeping Day, Mid-Autumn Festival, National Day, New Year's Day, and the Spring Festival, as well as dates when games held events—Valentine's Day, Christmas, and the like.
For someone who could even forget his own birthday, social hot topics might as well not have existed.
Who said people in the internet age were so good at keeping up with the news? In truth, Brother Xiong couldn't even remember when he had last watched the news...
On top of that, aside from art, he had only learned everything else so-so in college. So no matter how hard he racked his brains now, he couldn't think of