Early in the morning, just as Jiang Qiuqiu was getting up, she received a call from Meimei.
She felt like getting a call from Sister Mingmei after a broadcast had become a standard routine.
"Sister Mingmei, what's up?"
On the other end came the familiar words: "You've made it big! Qiuqiu, you've really made it big!"
Jiang Qiuqiu burst out laughing. She had just crawled out of bed, still groggy and half-asleep, and her voice was soft and raspy. "Sister Mingmei, should we just call this a copy-paste of our last conversation?"
'It's the same every time. Pretty hilarious, actually.'
"What I admire most about you is how you can stay so calm after a huge broadcast. Qiuqiu, this time is completely different." Meimei had been stunned when she got the news. "You were featured by the official media."
"Things were still a bit of a mess in our circle, but once the official media weighed in, everyone else went quiet."
