"It's only April today, and this is Chen Jingwei's 12th concert. I heard the tour will have 32 more shows, one in each of our provinces, and she'll also be performing overseas in Tokyo, Seoul, and Singapore. Won't she be tired?"
"That's nothing. Chen Jingwei also has 10 TV series, 6 movies, and 150 variety shows lined up. I almost suspect Chen Jingwei is an alien who doesn't need to sleep. Otherwise, how would she have so much energy to do all this?"
"I just feel sorry for her boyfriend. With such a busy celebrity, her boyfriend would have run away long ago because he couldn't stand it."
"Compared to how busy his girlfriend is, my goodness, look at Jingwei shining on the stage, any boyfriend would feel inferior and think he is not worthy of her."
"Indeed, no one is worthy of Jingwei. Sister Jingwei, please don't get married for the rest of your life."
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The lights dimmed and the performance came to an end. The last image on the big screen was her sincere smile as she bowed, her dark blue hair falling on her cheeks, and her eyes still glistening with tears after the performance. She was so beautiful that she looked like the twinkling stars in the sky.
After the concert ended, the audience in the stadium was still immersed in Chen Jingwei's charm, shouting "encore" and unwilling to leave.
At this moment, backstage, Chen Jingwei was looking at the new message on her mobile phone, with a smile sweeter than anything else on her lips.
This is the daily life of Chen Jingwei, a top idol.
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On an ordinary street corner in Haicheng, there is a bookstore with simple decoration. On the wooden signboard, "Moxiang Book Garden" is written in gold-plated fonts. A copper bell is hung at the door, and it will make a crisp sound whenever someone pushes the door and enters.
The hostess inside was Song Chan. She was wearing a white lace top today. The neckline and cuffs were decorated with delicate hollow patterns, which vaguely revealed the soft luster of her skin. She was wearing a dark blue uniform skirt. The hem of the skirt swayed gently with her movements, revealing a pair of slender legs. She was wearing black leather shoes with a small silver bow on the shoe surface.
Her long brown hair was slightly curly and loosely tied into a side ponytail, hanging down on her shoulders. It had a honey-like luster in the sun, and a few strands of hair casually hung by her ears, making her skin look white as snow. Her lips were a natural light pink, like cherry blossoms kissed by morning dew.
The bookstore was filled with the scent of paper and wooden bookshelves. Song Chan sat behind the counter, holding a copy of "The Tempest" in his hand, his fingertips gently stroking the edges of the pages.
The sunlight slanted in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and fell on her profile. Her eyelashes cast tiny shadows, and she looked like a girl who had walked out of a classical oil painting, so beautiful that it seemed unreal.
AI paintings are so pathetic!
The doorbell rang softly, and a young girl wearing round-framed glasses walked in and asked timidly, "Excuse me...is there a copy of 'A Midsummer Night's Dream' here?"
Song Chan raised his eyes, the corners of his lips slightly raised: "Love is seen with the heart, not with the eyes."
The girl was startled for a moment, then realized what was happening and continued with a smile, "That's why winged Cupid is often portrayed as blind."
Song Chan nodded, took a hardcover edition from the bookshelf and handed it to her: "It's a new edition, with complete annotations."
The girl took it with joy, and couldn't help but look at her twice more when paying - Song Chan's face was so beautiful, quiet, elegant, but with a kind of indescribable sense of distance. Boys would go crazy if they met such a beautiful girl.
It wasn't until the evening, when the bookstore was about to close, that the doorbell rang again.
A man wearing a plaid shirt and with a noticeably bald head, who looked like a programmer, walked in. His leather shoes made a soft sound on the wooden floor. He didn't go to the bookshelf, but walked straight to the counter and whispered, "The calm before the storm."
Song Chan paused while turning the pages of the book and slowly raised his eyes.
The man continued, "Yaozi Country, three days later."
Song Chan closed the book, tapped the cover twice with his fingertips, and said calmly: "Hell is empty, and the devil is on earth."
The man nodded, bought a book, paid and left, as if he was just an ordinary customer who came to buy a book.
The bookstore returned to silence.
Song Chan stood up, walked to the window and pulled down the blinds, then took out an encrypted communicator from under the counter. Her fingertips tapped on the keyboard, and the code on the screen scrolled rapidly, finally stopping on an encrypted file "Yaozi Country Military Change Plan".
Finally, she murmured to herself: "The world is going to be in turmoil again."
But the corners of his mouth are clearly curved upwards, as if he is happy to face the unrest in the world.
The beautiful proprietress of a classical bookstore and the head of a world-class intelligence group.
During the day, she discussed Shakespeare's verses with her guests.
At night, her intelligence network spans the globe.
This is Song Chan’s daily life. She is the intelligence chief and the queen of the underground world.
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