Mo Shiwei slept for eighteen hours before she recovered, looking at the warm sunshine outside the window, she was extremely happy.

Luckily, it's all just a game.

If she had been allowed to live underground all the time, she might as well have died on the spot.

……

Open WeChat, and the messages in it keep jumping.

Everyone is knocking a pair of CPs.

[Love-loving meow-sama: Are you sure you're not mistaken, it's really my male god and a girl? 】

[Chen Anjing: Baby, that man is my rival, how can I admit my mistake. I told you a long time ago that a man who is too handsome is unreliable, but my brother loves you the most. 】

[Food-loving meow-sama: bagpipes are heard in the distance.] 】

[July: I've seen it, but I can't confirm it, that young lady looks pretty powerful. 】

[Unsalted Sea: Of course, people like him definitely don't like weak chickens. 】

[Zhou Shengru: I always thought that a real man like my Brother Chu would never fall in love with such a burden as a woman. 】

[Dance wink you: @周生如故, tsk, the emperor is dead, he perished early in the morning, what age, I still think girls are a burden, vomit~]

[Hu Lala: That is, feudal ideas like yours really should be pulled to wash your head. 】

………

Next, there was a burst of verbal criticism against Zhou Shengru in the group, and Mo Shiwei looked bored, so she clicked out.

On the chat page, some messages pop up, including a group message from a music club.

[President An Nan: Notice, next Saturday night, our club invited CFZ to hold a small concert, I hope everyone can come to participate, thank you. 】

As soon as this news was sent, it immediately swiped the screen.

[Meteors don't fall: Ahhhh My idol. 】

[Meteors don't fall: Ahhhh My idol. 】

[Meteors don't fall: Ahhhh My idol. 】

[Meteors don't fall: Ahhhh My idol. 】

………

[System message: Prompt, meteor does not fall because of swiping the screen, and was banned for 30 hours.] ]

After the meteor was banned, the group began to become active, and everyone began to talk word by word.

[Liu Xiaoyu, School of Management and Economics: CFZ, no, if it was really him, I would skip class and go to see it. 】

[Xia Bing, Music and Dance Academy: I don't believe it, he didn't like to participate in these activities before he graduated, not to mention that he graduated now, I have to go and see it. 】

[Wu Luo, School of Digital Letters: Hearing is false, seeing is believing, don't you know if you go to see it.] 】

……

Mo Shiwei hadn't heard of this CFZ, but through these conversations, she could probably guess that this was a powerful character.

She originally wanted to go and see it, but there was a class that day, and she sighed with some regret, it seems that she is destined to have no fate with this kind of big man.

Just as she was about to continue squinting for a while, she suddenly received a message from President An Nan who sent her privately.

[President An Nan: Mr. Mo, you will come to the concert, right? ] 】

[No, I had a class that day, so I won't come for the time being.] 】

[President An Nan: This opportunity is really rare, or you can come, if you miss it, you may not have a chance in the future. 】

[Okay, I'll see the situation then, thanks.] 】

Mo Shiwei replied to the message, threw the phone aside, and continued to sleep.