Bad Morning, Little Haters!

Shen Ting followed the route he remembered back to his room. The moment he opened the door, his eyes widened.

There was only one word to describe the entire room: luxurious!

As soon as he entered, a solid-gold vase on the table caught his eye. The golden vase was filled with fresh flowers, a two-meter-long bed stood in the middle of the bedroom, and beside it was an incredibly spacious wraparound balcony.

The room also came with a huge walk-in closet, a bathroom, and a gaming room.

Shen Ting closed the door and walked inside, marveling inwardly. Poverty really had limited his imagination.

Shen Ting flopped onto the big, soft bed. The comforter was incredibly soft and full of the scent of sunshine. Clearly, it had just been aired in the sun.

Remembering that he had a variety show to film tomorrow, Shen Ting went into the walk-in closet and rolled out the electric suitcase gathering dust in the corner. He charged it and packed his luggage, opening an app on his phone to order delivery for anything he was missing.

After getting all that done,

Shen Ting looked at the three suitcases before him and nodded in satisfaction. With these, Mom won't ever have to worry about me traveling far from home again.

Shen Ting yawned, set an alarm, changed its song, and snuggled comfortably under the covers.

Early the next morning, sunlight shone through the window screen onto Shen Ting's finely sculpted face.

A black van pulled up outside the Shen family's gates.

After confirming the visitors' identities, bodyguard A opened the gates.

Inside the van were staff members from Love in the Next Moment.

The camera was already on.

Love in the Next Moment was a variety show broadcast through a combination of livestreams and prerecorded footage.

As soon as Shen Ting's livestream started, people flooded in, most of them drawn by yesterday's giveaway.

[Holy crap, how loaded is he?]

[Shen the cancer, get the hell out of showbiz.]

[Making time to check in on my future god of wealth.]

Right from the start, the traffic in Shen Ting's livestream shot straight toward the top-ranked Si Chen's.

Seeing this, the chief director cheerfully tugged his beard. This show was going to be a hit.

The production staff politely rang the doorbell.

The elderly butler opened the door.

Shen Ting's father was sitting on the living room sofa, reading a financial newspaper and sipping tea.

"Welcome." Shen Ting's mother wore an elegant, perfectly fitted qipao that gave her an ethereal air.

The production staff stared, dumbstruck. What kind of heavenly parents were these? So beautiful, and so well matched.

[A gorgeous mom and a CEO dad. Did Shen Ting save the galaxy in his past life?]

[Wait, haven't you noticed how many things in this living room are products Si Chen endorses?]

[Damn, you're right. Instantly lost all interest in Shen Ting.]

[Taking our Si Chen away. No thanks, we're not interested.]

"I'm sorry, our little darling isn't up yet." Shen Ting's mother looked at the staff before her apologetically.

"It's fine, it's fine. We're here to film him before he gets up." Seeing the worried look on the great beauty's face, the staff member hurriedly waved their hands.

"That's wonderful, then. His room is the first bedroom on the right on the second floor." At that, Shen Ting's mother smiled again, like a bent, wilted rose straightening and unfurling its petals once more.

The camera operator carried the equipment to Shen Ting's room, carefully pushed open the door, and went inside.

Shen Ting was sprawled spread-eagled on the bed, fast asleep.

The camera operator aimed the camera at the bed and was just about to reach out to wake Shen Ting when the phone on the nearby table suddenly blared a loud broadcast.

"Third Set of Broadcast Gymnastics, begin now..."

The production staff jolted in fright.

Eyes narrowed, Shen Ting suddenly stood up on the bed.

"First exercise... one, two, three, four; two, two, three, four; three, two, three, four..."

Standing on the bed with narrowed eyes, Shen Ting began doing broadcast gymnastics to the rhythm.

The camera operator was so startled that the shot shook.

[Scared the hell out of me! What's going on with Shen Ting? Everyone else gets beautiful women and handsome men waking up, and with him we get exercises?]

[Gotta say, I'm wide awake now. I know this routine.]

[Childhood memories suddenly activated.]

After finishing the exercises, Shen Ting opened his eyes, full of energy.

Seeing the camera pointed straight at him, Shen Ting wasn't startled at all. Instead, he waved with a broad smile.

"Good morning, fans."

"Bad morning, little haters."

The camera operator had just recovered when Shen Ting's greeting nearly made them lose it again. The director hadn't said Shen Ting was this unhinged.

The chief director, who was watching everything, nearly blacked out at Shen Ting's greeting too.

[Hahaha, this guy's kind of interesting.]

[Haven't seen him in years. Has Shen Ting gone this crazy?]

[Bad morning to you! Bad morning to you! The worst morning to you!]

[I just want to ask, does that clingy pest even have fans anymore? What a joke.]

[Just passing through, not taking sides. He seems pretty entertaining.]

Shen Ting got into the production team's vehicle without a hitch.

They headed to the airport to gather.

Standing at the airport entrance, Shen Ting took the sunglasses he had prepared the night before out of his pocket and smoothly slipped them on.

Shen Ting took a deep breath and solemnly pressed the electric suitcase's start button. The boxy suitcase instantly turned into a little electric vehicle.

Shen Ting hung his other two suitcases on the rail at the back of the electric suitcase, swung a long leg over it, and gave a tug with his little hand.

"The Shen Ting baby bus is officially departing!!!"

The production staff could only stare blankly as Shen Ting rode his suitcase into the airport.

When everyone came to their senses, they suddenly realized he seemed to have vanished!!!