2:30 a.m.
The event finally ended.
Yuwei and the others felt like they were about to starve to death.
From noon until now, they hadn't eaten a single bite, afraid of messing up during the performance.
With the kind of physical exertion they had and the lack of food, their stomachs naturally protested strongly.
"I'm starving to death!" Fu Xiaoyu felt like she was about to faint.
"I'm finished, can I eat a person?" Qi Ziyue walked weakly.
"I just want to eat and sleep. I don't want to diet anymore," Lv Xiaoyu stuck out her adorable tongue.
"Yuwei, don't you feel hungry?" Zhang Zijing, who was holding Yuwei's arm, felt like the person beside her was made of steel—showing no signs of fatigue or hunger.
For today's performance, they hadn't even drunk much water.
First, to avoid the inconvenience of needing the restroom, and second, to ensure nothing went wrong during the performance.
"Hungry, I haven't eaten much all day either. But there's a camera around."
