"knew."

A weak female voice sounded, it should be Luo Chen's mother.

"Hi." After Luo Chen cleaned himself up, he covered his sensitive parts with a bath towel and started interacting with the audience. "My name is Ren Yi, and I'm currently working as a freelancer... Just kidding, I'm an unemployed vagrant who lives at home and relies on my parents for support!"

He walked out of the bathroom while brushing his teeth.

There was no one in the living room, so he sat down on the sofa and opened the laptop on his lap.

"But I still have a job. I make money playing games for other people. Yes, that's what you call boosting! There's a new dungeon opening at 9 o'clock today, so I'm afraid of being late."

After Ren Yi played the game attentively, the camera switched again to a bar full of lights and wine.

Some people were shaking the cups in their hands, some were shaking their heads, and some were sitting at the bar. Just by lighting a cigarette, countless people came to offer them drinks.

"Ms. Masako, you are too cold."

The bartender shook the glass vigorously, but his eyes were lingering on Masako, played by Tang Yue, and he was reluctant to look away.

"They're all a bunch of stinky men who only care about my skin," said Masako, who had dyed her hair red, a skull-shaped earring on her left ear, and bright red lips. Her eyes rolled upward as she spoke, a look of disdain. "They don't care what I sing."

"Who said that?" The bartender pulled out a glass of boiled water and handed it to Masako like a magic trick. "I care. I don't want your throat to get hurt. So, put out your cigarette!"

"Don't be ridiculous." Masako smiled sweetly. When she smiled, only her mouth was smiling, and her eyes were cold. "If you really liked me, you wouldn't have hidden all the cups I drank from. You're just like them."

She exhaled the cigarette from her mouth and threw it into the glass of water casually.

When she walked onto the stage with her unsteady steps, everyone in the bar cheered.

"What do you want to hear?" She held the microphone tightly with both hands to keep herself steady on the stage and not fall.

""juvenile"!"

“Nobody!”

"Prague Square!"

""lover"!"

Many netizens couldn't help but smile knowingly after seeing this. It was obvious that Zhou Yiyang was trying to smuggle in his own ideas. However, he did it in a reasonable and pleasing way.

Who can blame him for the fact that in the real world, the songs of his artists are so popular in China!

However, Masako was clearly not one to listen to other people's opinions. She stood up straight, blew a kiss to the front, and after hearing the men's screams, she said, "What I'm going to sing today is—'Blooming in Full Bloom'!"

She held the microphone stand tightly with her hands and legs, her eyes were blurred, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Although Masako is so beautiful at this moment, it makes people feel distressed.

She seems to be just like what the song says, blooming to the fullest, and then will die after blooming.

After a few dizzying shots, Masako woke up and found herself lying on the bed.

She rubbed her head and opened her eyes with difficulty. She wanted to speak, but found that her throat was very sore.

At the end of her bed stood a middle-aged woman dressed elegantly.

When she saw Masako wake up, she walked quickly to her and handed her a glass of boiled water.

"Finally you woke up. Didn't I tell you not to drink on the job? It was Xiao Wang who brought you back."

"Mom, who is Xiao Wang?" Masako seemed not to know this person.

"Oh, it's the bartender from your place." The mother glanced at her and quickly dragged Masako up from the bed.

"You, you stink! Go take a shower and change your clothes. It's time to go on your blind date."

"Another blind date." Masako felt nauseous when she heard these two words. She suddenly covered her mouth as if she was going to vomit.

But he didn't notice that his mother standing in front of him looked like she was smiling.

"Other people are only free at this time, so bear with it. After all, their family is well-off! If you can marry him, you're marrying above your station!"

The mother kept nagging until Masako put on her bed and slipped on her shoes and went into the bathroom.

Seeing this, the man with glasses whispered, "Have you noticed? The director never told us when each scene took place. He's deliberately being vague."

The bald man beside him snorted without interest: "You're still analyzing a horror movie. Is that pointless? I'm just waiting for the ghost to come out soon!"

The camera turns and returns to the noodle shop at the beginning.

The proprietress was still the only one there. She stirred the soup pot vigorously, and the color inside seemed to be darker.

This time the clock behind her pointed to three o'clock.

Judging from the dark sky outside, it was obviously three o'clock in the morning.

As usual, Masako came over holding an umbrella, and she looked much better.

"Still the old rules?" the proprietress asked skillfully.

"I want to eat pork knuckle noodles today," Masako found a table and sat down. "Are there any left?"

"Yes, we have everything." The proprietress smiled and took out a pig's trotter that had been soaked until it was shiny red from the soup pot, making people drool.

Masako took a bite and let out a slight moan as if she had eaten a top-notch delicacy.

"Is it delicious?" The proprietress looked at Masako gently.

"It's delicious." Masako wiped the corner of her mouth and accidentally smeared her lipstick, making it all over her mouth, like blood.

"Are you going on a blind date again?" the proprietress continued to ask.

"Yes." Masako licked her lips. "Is there a mirror? I think my lips are all stained."

"Yes," the proprietress paused and looked at Masako uncertainly: "Are you sure you want to use it?"

Masako was very confused and didn't understand why the boss lady asked this. "Of course, what's the problem?"

The proprietress stopped talking and turned around, took out a small mirror from the cabinet and handed it to Tang Yue.

At this point, most netizens actually speculated that Masako would definitely see something horrible when she looked in the mirror.

Little did she know that she hadn't changed at all in the mirror.

"Come to think of it," Masako said after wiping off all her lipstick, "There's something I've never figured out. Every time I go on a blind date, I can't remember what happened. I remember what the person I went on the blind date with looked like, but I can't remember what we said or did."

"You can't remember anything?" the proprietress asked.

"Yeah," she said distressedly, "What's wrong with me?"

"Don't worry." The proprietress gently placed her hand on Tang Yue's cheek. Her black nails were particularly eye-catching under the white light. The accompaniment of the erhu made people feel nervous.

"Eat noodles first. Once you're full, you won't have any random thoughts."

…

"Mom, I won't eat breakfast today, otherwise I'll be late!" Ren Yi wiped his body and shouted in the bathroom.