Zheng Bohan suddenly chuckled and said, "You think you can play Li Yiming looking like that?"
What do I look like? What do I look like?
Shang Yechu lowered her head and saw that her stomach was bloated like a balloon from the thirty-five cups of tea, to an unbearable degree.
As her belly grew, other parts of Shang Yechu's body also began to swell. In the blink of an eye, Shang Yechu's body had become round and shiny!
What was happening? Shang Yechu tried to scream, but no sound came out. The rolls of fat around her neck constricted her vocal cords and even suppressed her breathing.
Shang Yechu reached out, trying to tear off the invisible shackles around her neck, but they only tightened and tightened.
Those around Shang Yechu burst into laughter at his silly antics.
"Hahahahahaha..."
"Look at her!"
"It's hilarious."
"Is she trying to lift herself up by the neck?"
"Gagagahahahaha..."
Stop laughing!
Shang Yechu retreated in terror, only to bump into Wei Xuan; she tried to run forward, but Zheng Bohan grabbed her arm; she ran to both sides, only to find herself surrounded by countless people...
"Is this what you fought and fought for, and finally got?" Wei Xuan asked her with a compassionate expression.
"You're free now, and so am I." Xu Hanwen waved his hand. "I've had enough of your stupidity."
"Isn't this what you've been dreaming of?" Zheng Bohan's face darkened. "The audience's laughter. What else are you dissatisfied with?"
The last sentence touched a nerve with Shang Yechu. She suddenly screamed and lunged at Zheng Bohan—
"Shang Yechu! Shang Yechu!"
The deep, cold voice was like a thunderbolt, and Shang Yechu trembled, slowly opening her eyes.
Before me lay a dull, damp darkness.
103 calmly said, "I'm curious, why did you crawl under the covers while you were sleeping?"
Shang Yechu flung the blanket off her face, only to realize that she had somehow ended up sleeping with her head covered, her face and head covered in sweat.
103's tone remained calm: "Why did you tie your pillowcase around your neck?"
"..."
Shang Yechu quickly ripped the pillowcase off her neck and tossed it aside, then smirked, "Maybe I mistook it for an embroidered scarf."
103 said, "Judging from your physical reactions and hormone levels just now, I thought you mistook your pillowcase for a gallows."
Shang Yechu shook her head, shaking off the bad luck that enveloped her. She picked up her phone and checked the time: four in the morning.
A surge of joy and relief at surviving a disaster welled up inside me.
Thankfully, it was just a dream.
The moonlight shone on the trophy on the bedside table, casting a soft, milky-white glow. Upon seeing her trophy, Shang Yechu instantly forgot the horror of her dream, her heart filled with sweetness and warmth.
Shang Yechu rolled out of bed and picked up her trophy to examine it closely. The trophy under the moonlight had a hazy beauty and felt cool to the touch.
Shang Yechu suddenly realized that her palms were still sweaty, so she carefully put down the trophy and went to the bathroom to wash her hands.
Having taken care of his personal needs, he washed his hands and face. Cool water droplets clung to Shang Yechu's face, sliding down one by one.
Shang Yechu shook off the water droplets. Memories from her dream surged up again, making her feel a little irritated.
She desperately needs something cool to calm her temper.
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