[System: Ding! Host, everyone outside has gone crazy. Get up!]
Tang Shiba opened her eyes groggily, only to close them again.
Have they gone crazy and decided to throw a zombie party? Then I'd better stay away.
Nobody was allowed to disturb her sleep-in. Her scenes were scheduled later today. What was wrong with sleeping a little longer?
[System: Weibo has gone crazy, and so has the crew. You, Gu Qingcheng, Fang Cheng, and Director Zhang are all trending.]
Oh, sounds lively. Don't bother me. Let me sleep a little first.
[System: Since things are so lively today, how about a prize draw? Maybe we'll get incredibly lucky!]
Tang Shiba's eyes flew open. This garbage system seemed to pull this trick every time.
Fine. You do the chanting this time. I'll watch.
System: ...Why make life difficult for an AI?
[System: All right!]
Whatever. To get its host motivated, the system went all in.
[System: Here we go! Spin, spin, spin! Stop, stop, stop!] [Ding! One pack of small tissues dropped. It has been placed in the system inventory.]
Tang Shiba thought, Sure enough, a garbage system. Completely useless.
Tang Shiba got up and washed anyway. She wanted to catch the gossip-and watch it unfold in person.
The atmosphere today was a little different from before.
When Tang Shiba arrived at the studio, she noticed everyone was looking at her strangely.
Their gazes were complicated, and tinged with envy?
What are they jealous of? My trending spot on Weibo? They can have it! Take it, no thanks necessary!
``` [System: No, they're jealous that a man came looking for you of his own accord. They've also lit a candle for Fang Cheng, praying he's still alive. He hasn't shown up