After diligently protecting his younger brother, she looked back and found that his life span had been reduced by 10.

　　Fearing another mishap, Song Zhiyi hurriedly ended the meeting, not even daring to drive home. Instead, she booked a suite near the set. After repeatedly forbidding Song Zhiyu to leave, she locked herself in the room.

　　The blue, hard-covered notebook in her hand, before it became a character card, was actually her memo. It contained a scattershot collection of notes, and even now, she could still see the old notes, only obscured by the shadow of the character card.

　　But today what she wrote on it disappeared.

　　No, perhaps it would be more accurate to say it was integrated. It was integrated with the information in the character card book.

　　While discussing investment with Chen Fei and the others, she conveniently wrote down information like the amount and investment date on Song Zhiyu’s page. Perhaps because of the keyword “Wind and Cloud Records,” it automatically merged with the original information.

　　On the character cards of Chen Fei and others, the TV series “Tears of Beauty” has been changed to “Chronicles of Wind and Cloud”, but the drama still failed to be broadcast and was not even completed.

　　The reason for not finishing the filming was no longer because of the scattered chapters, but because of Song Zhiyu’s death.

　　Song Zhiyi lowered her head and looked at the page of character cards without turning it for a long time.

　　The information that had originally been densely written on a page and a half had all vanished. Song Zhiyu’s life still ended at the age of twenty-three, but he no longer experienced those tangled love and hate. On the character card, only a short sentence remained of his twenty-three-year-old experience:

　　[Met Lin Xiaofeng. Five days later, he was stabbed by a mysterious person and died despite medical treatment.]

　　Seeing those words, Song Zhiyi’s hands trembled uncontrollably. Unlike the ignorance and fearlessness she had shown in the past few days, she would no longer treat this death warning as just a weird joke.

　　Calm down, calm down, and look more carefully.

　　Song Zhiyi patiently flipped through the character card album until her eyes could no longer bear it and she protested with tears.

　　She blinked to moisten her extremely dry eyeballs from not closing them for a long time, then gulped down a cup of bitter coffee and patted her face.

　　There’s still time to calm down.

　　After drinking the cold coffee, her brain, which was a little swollen due to excessive thinking, was relieved.

　　Song Zhiyi kicked off her shoes, stepped barefoot on the floor, bent her knees slightly, and did the starting position of Ba Duan Jin.

　　This was her unique way of thinking. As twins and born prematurely, she and Song Zhiyu were both very weak. It was said that their cries were thinner than a cat’s meow when they were little.

　　Later, when she was four or five years old, her parents took her to practice Ba Duan Jin to keep fit. After Song Zhiyu went to learn dance at the age of ten, she still practiced martial arts with her grandmother’s friends, and she has kept the habit of Ba Duan Jin until now.

　　When the body is performing mechanical movements, the brain becomes more alert than usual. Song Zhiyi closed her eyes and quickly reviewed the information on the character card she had memorized.

　　Today’s events didn’t involve many people. Even if she hadn’t come, according to the original development process, Xiaoyu should have been filming on the set. However, the mysterious man didn’t appear on the previous character card, which meant that he really appeared because of the butterfly effect today, and Zhang San was still a strong suspect.

　　But the information on the character card showed that he also died, and on the same day as Xiaoyu…

　　Wait.

　　Song Zhiyi suddenly opened her eyes, ran to the table in two steps, and quickly turned the character card book to the page where Zhang San was.

　　[His experience: …after being kicked out of the Wind and Cloud Record crew, he died of a drug overdose the next day.]

　　What if he died after Song Zhiyu?

　　…

　　Song Zhiyi picked up the pen again and did a few experiments.

　　1. First, just write some illogical information, such as Zhang San died of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage.

　　The writing disappeared, but nothing on the character card booklet changed.

　　2. Try to make logical changes, for example, Song Zhiyu was stabbed by a mysterious man, but the doctor with superb medical skills saved him.

　　Same effect as above.

　　Song Zhiyi bit the tip of the pen, then picked up her phone, clicked on the line break, and typed a few words.

　　3. Only supplement the modifications that have occurred or are about to occur.

　　She picked up a pen and wrote down everything she knew: Zhang San was kicked out of the crew, beaten up by Zhao Bai, the crew would receive new investment and would no longer accept Boss Wang’s investment, and Zhang San’s involvement in prostitution, gambling, and drugs was suspected to have been exposed…

　　Finally finished. Song Zhiyi put the pen down and stared at the words that disappeared like water marks dried in the sun without blinking. Then, new words emerged.

　　Done.

　　*

　　The next day at noon, under the urgent calls from agent Brother Liu, Song Zhiyi accompanied Song Zhiyu to Huaxing Entertainment after lunch.

　　She even went to circle around the security guard who stopped her a few days ago.

　　Unfortunately, she was not recognized.

　　Song Zhiyi followed Song Zhiyu into the elevator with regret. The elevator door, which had not yet closed, framed a group of colorful furs walking towards them in a lively manner.

　　The black-haired boy in white shirt and black pants, standing out against the crowd. He had very fair skin and a small silver earring in his left ear, which reflected a glare as he turned his head.

　　Song Zhiyi was dazzled by the light, and when she opened her eyes again, the elevator door was already closed.

　　”What bad luck! Both elevators went up.” The boy with dyed blue hair complained and put his hand on the black-haired boy next to him. “Nanfeng, can we discuss the part allocation for yesterday’s song?”

　　Qi Nanfeng’s brows were cold, and he dodged his touch by turning sideways. His big, bony hands slowly tore open a disinfectant wipe and gently wiped across his shoulder.

　　”Pretentious.” The blue-haired boy muttered vaguely and stopped making himself look awkward.

　　The used wet wipes were thrown into the trash can, and a faint smell of alcohol still lingered on his shoulders. Qi Nanfeng stepped away from the crowd and looked at the closed elevator door again. His eyebrows and eyes were so soft under his slightly long hair that they seemed to melt.

　　…

　　In the office, agent Brother Liu very kindly poured Song Zhiyi a glass of orange juice, and then took Song Zhiyi to the small conference room built into the office.

　　”Your sister wants to invest in Beauty Tears? Is this true?”

　　”That’s fake,” Song Zhiyu teased him deliberately, “It’s called Chronicles of Wind and Cloud now.”

　　”Little guy, why didn’t you tell me before that you had such a rich sister?” Liu Bai glanced at him, turned his head through the glass door, looked at the girl who was sipping orange juice, and sighed again.

　　”But I’ve also done some research on Boss Wang for you. He’s not someone you can easily get along with. I’d better try to persuade your sister not to be so ruthless.”

　　Song Zhiyi raised an eyebrow and glanced at him inconspicuously. How could she remind him that the door wasn’t closed properly and wasn’t soundproof at all?

　　Forget it, let Xiaoyu fool around.

　　Song Zhiyi put down the cup and picked up the silver-gray computer bag from the stool beside her.

　　It’s almost time, so I’ll take a look at what Zhang San has done from yesterday to now.

　　She opened the zipper and took out the blue notebook. When she was about to open it, Song Zhiyi’s fingers paused.

　　[Where do I even start looking… What if they are having sex? I don’t want to get hurt.]

　　In the conference room, Brother Liu, who was still asking about the whole story of this investment, was stunned and asked hesitantly: “What did your sister just say?”

　　”Did she speak? No,” Song Zhiyu poked his head out and took a look, then said confidently, “Look, she didn’t even open her mouth.”

　　She really didn’t speak, but where did the sound he heard come from?

　　On the other side, Song Zhiyi finally opened the character card album. Looking at the bold words that would definitely be blocked if written out, she couldn’t help but curl her lips. Finally, for the sake of her brother’s life, she gritted her teeth and put her finger on it.

　　[Good news, I’m wearing clothes. Bad news, what the hell am I wearing?!]

　　[Is this a big cow? Is this a big cow? Why does Boss Wang gain XP by pretending to be a pure, innocent cow and having it milked? Speaking of which, this duck is definitely not something an ordinary person can do. Zhang San’s mental fortitude is truly strong.]

　　[Ahhhh, help me, help me, what kind of embarrassing lines are these? Can you fast forward a hundred times?!]

　　What’s this big cow? Where did Zhang San come from? What does this have to do with Boss Wang?

　　It was bright in the daytime, the air was buzzing, and Liu Bai suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

　　Song Zhiyu was becoming increasingly confused. They were both standing by the door. He hesitated for a moment before dragging a stool over from behind. “Brother Liu, why don’t you take a break? I’ll get you some water.”

　　”Don’t go,” Liu Bai stopped the man. His intuition told him that it would be best not to disturb Song Zhiyi now. “Let’s just rest here.”

　　——

　　Zhang San was drinking when he received a call from Boss Wang.

　　The wounds on his body were briefly treated, but the anger still lingered in his heart. How dare a mere man, an unattractive one at that, lay so much at stake?!

　　Just wait, sooner or later they will kneel down and lick his shoes and ask him to come back!

　　After hanging up the phone, Zhang San took a shower, picked up an inconspicuous black backpack, and rushed to the address given on the phone.

　　Pushing the door open with a click, Zhang San was not surprised to see a fat figure wearing a simulated cow suit.

　　Even though it wasn’t the first time he saw it, his eyelids couldn’t help but twitch for a moment.

　　He opened his black backpack, pulled out a dark brown leather apron and put it on, a smile on his face as he put on his gloves as he walked.

　　”Where did this little cow come from?” The voice was so disgusting that it made people tremble.

　　”It must be painful to produce so much milk.” He walked forward, held Wang the Cow’s face covered by a semi-enclosed hood of a simulated cow and kissed. Then his ten fingers moved along the short fur and slid all the way to the target.

　　Even through the gloves, one could feel the texture of silicone. Seeing that he was still not moving, Wang Cow mooed twice to urge him on.

　　”Little thing, are you so impatient?” Zhang San chuckled, his fingers barely touching.

　　Pure white, sweet, pasteurized milk dripped out of the silicone milk container.

　　Wang Cow was so itchy that he shook his fat body and his tail followed suit.

　　But Zhang San stopped at this moment, stood up, looked down at him with a look of looking at trash, and slowly took out a cattle whip from the pocket of his apron with his left hand.

　　”Why are you in such a hurry? Do you want to suffer a little?”