Wang Xiaoliang jolted at the shaking and instantly became much more awake.
He rubbed his eyes and sat up. By the light of her phone screen, he could make out Wei Zijin's face, filled with shock and wild delight.
"What's going on...?"
"Look! Hurry, look!" Wei Zijin's voice trembled with excitement.
The screen was a little dazzling. Wang Xiaoliang narrowed his eyes, trying to focus.
It was the creator dashboard of a short-video platform.
At the very top was the thumbnail for her latest video, the one in which she interviewed Zeng Haiyan.
Below the thumbnail was a row of astonishingly high numbers.
Views: 1,534,281.
Likes: 8,600.
Comments: 3,700.
Shares: 9,500.
And those numbers showed no sign of stopping. Every time she refreshed manually, they leaped wildly upward.
"What... holy shit?" He couldn't help swearing. "Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands... one and a half million views? Is this for real?"
"I don't know either! I always check the numbers before bed, and when I opened it... it was like this! It was only at one point two million when I looked just now. In the time it took to say a few words to you, it's gained another three hundred thousand!"
Out of habit, Wang Xiaoliang opened the video, then the comments.
The screen scrolled rapidly, the densely packed comments pouring down like a waterfall.
"Wow! The host is so gorgeous! With those looks, she should just debut as a celebrity!"
"I hereby declare that from today onward, Little Wei is my new wife!"
"You above me, draw your sword! Little Wei is obviously mine!"
"Am I the only one paying attention to the woman selling stinky tofu? A Jiang University graduate who quit a state-owned enterprise. She's got guts! This is what a modern woman should be like!