Shang Yechu yawned as she walked out of the room, feeling her mind still foggy, as she hadn't slept enough.
There seemed to be something on the living room floor. Shang Yechu blinked and then realized it was a pile of food. It was neatly stacked on the floor, with the ropes tied to it still in place.
Shang Yechu racked her brains but couldn't find any recollection of this pile of food, so she asked, "What's going on with this pile of stuff?"
103 said, "I used your phone to buy it. If I had Ji Juntao buy it, she would have become suspicious."
"Oh." Shang Yechu sat down on the sofa, poured herself a glass of water, and suddenly realized something was wrong. "How were they brought in?"
"You don't remember?" 103 asked, somewhat surprised. "You were the one who had the receiver push it in."
"Hmm?" Shang Yechu frowned and put down her water glass. "When did I ever let a deliveryman in? I just woke up."
Shang Yechu was absolutely certain that she had not seen any courier today!
103 said coldly, "You originally wanted Ji Juntao to buy you some food, but you fell asleep before you could even make the message or call. The second I asked you as you fell asleep, 'Do you want me to order it for you online?' and you agreed."
Shang Yechu vaguely remembered some details of the first half of what 103 said. But she had no recollection of the second half at all.
"You asked me this question?" Shang Yechu frowned, trying hard to recall, "I have a feeling..."
It feels like I'm listening to someone else's story?
Perhaps because he had been using it for too long, Shang Yechu's mind was not fully clear yet, and he felt as if he were in a fog.
103 continued, “You fell asleep on your own this time, I didn’t have time to hypnotize you at all—then the doorbell rang, and I asked you what to do if someone came in. You got up with your eyes closed, felt your way to the door like a sleepwalker, opened it, signed the form for the receiver, and asked him to push the car in and unload the things on the ground. He said you could pack up yourself in a little while.”
Shang Yechu: "..."
It does sound like something Shang Yechu would do. But why can't I remember it at all?
"Really?" Shang Yechu was still skeptical. "I opened the door? I even wrote something—"
103 said, "If you don't believe me, look at your own palm."
Shang Yechu subconsciously looked down and saw a dark, gooey mark on her palm. She was taken aback: "What is this?"
"After you signed, you forgot to put the pen tip back in and just lay back down on the bed with the pen tip still in your hand. This is where the pen tip drew the mark."
Shang Yechu shuffled into the bedroom in her slippers and glanced inside. Sure enough, there was a ballpoint pen lying on the bed with the nib not snapped back into place.
With both witnesses and physical evidence, Shang Ye had no choice but to believe it. However, after racking his brains, he still couldn't find a single relevant clue.
Can your brain black out like when you're drunk after using it for a long time?
Shang Yechu picked up a tissue to wipe her palms, yawning through her tears: "I really forgot, I can't remember anything at all..."
"It seems you've been spending too much time in the database, to the point that you've blurred the lines between virtual and reality," 103 said coldly. "If this continues, I have the right to refuse you access to my database."
Shang Yechu's attention immediately flew away from the food and the deliveryman. "Hey, hey, hey! I was just kidding!"
103 said: "As far as I know, mentally ill people should go to mental hospitals, not film sets, let alone databases."
This ridiculous, gap-toothed system!
Shang Yechu gulped down a glass of water, wiped her face, and said, "Actually, I just remembered. I was just teasing you."
Fearing that the database of 103 would be closed forever, Shang Yechu immediately mobilized her professional ethics as an actress. Although she couldn't think of a single thing, she still forced herself to make up a story: "Unpacking things one by one was too much work, so I let the courier in—I remember I signed 'Shang' when I signed, right?"
"Oh right, I was thinking of calling my aunt to ask her to help me prepare these ingredients. But I just fell asleep while thinking about it."
Shang Yechu grabbed her phone and quickly made a video call to her aunt. To divert 103's attention, she even went out onto the balcony and started talking loudly.
"Aunt Song, I'm having dinner with some friends soon, and I've prepared a lot of ingredients at home. Could you come and help me with the preparation?"
"About a dozen friends. Seven or eight come every day, and it'll probably last for a week. Thank you for your hard work. How about doubling your weekly salary this week?"
"Do you need to buy groceries? Yes, you do. How about this, you buy the groceries on your way here each day and bring them with you. I'll reimburse you for the invoices."
"They're just friends from the film crew, Aunt Song, please don't ask any more questions..."
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Five days passed in the blink of an eye, and Shang Yechu still hadn't sent any news.
Ji Juntao had several blisters on his lips and in his mouth. He wanted to call Shang Yechu every day, but he was afraid of disturbing her "immersion in the role," so he held back from calling.
The audition is in two days. Ji Juntao has been running around these past few days and is so tired that he fell asleep in his office.
In the dream, Ji Juntao was still chasing after Shang Yechu, rehearsing the script everywhere. He held a pointer in his hand, cracking it repeatedly on Shang Yechu's body.
"Can you please pay a little more attention! Pay a little more attention!"
"Do you know how many scripts you turned down for 'Half the Sky'?"
"If I can't handle this script, I might as well go home and grow sweet potatoes!"
In the dream, Shang Yechu screamed and cried out as she was whipped, tears streaming down her face, "Boss, I'll never do it again! I'll listen to you from now on!"
Ji Juntao held the leather whip imposingly, looking down at him and asked, "Really?"
Suddenly, Shang Yechu, who was crying and sniffling, turned into a ferocious expression and lunged at Ji Juntao, yelling, "Ji Juntao! Ji Juntao!"
In his dream, Ji Juntao was startled and picked up a leather whip to lash her, but Shang Yechu grabbed his shoulder: "Ji Juntao! Ouch! I've been hit!"
Ji Juntao subconsciously asked, "You beast, what have you been poisoned by?"
"Bang! Bang!"
Ji Juntao was awakened by a fist that fell from the sky.
Waking from an anxious, beautiful, and bizarre dream, Ji Juntao raised his head in confusion, his vision blurred. Only the streetlights and colored lights outside the window illuminated the room, casting a misty glow.
Standing in the lamplight, Shang Yechu excitedly shook Ji Juntao, exclaiming, "Ji Juntao! I understand!"
Ji Juntao asked instinctively, "You blew it out? What do you know?"
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