Su Jiameng looked at the few people who were silent and half-dead, and rolled her eyes covertly. She swore this was the coldest celebration she had ever attended. After all, how could a few unfamiliar people thrown together spark any intense interaction?

Even in such an awkward situation, Gu Ningzhi remained cheekily upbeat, trying to liven up the atmosphere. But considering someone’s limited ability and the aloofness of the participants, he could only taste the bitterness of failure.

"You can’t drink..." Watching the group quietly waiting for the alcohol’s effects to fade, Su Jiameng looked around and reached for the glass in front of Guan Changxi... Changxi was a robot and couldn’t drink, so she, the owner, decided to help out.

Her hand hadn’t even touched the glass when it was stopped by an intervening hand. Looking up, it was Gu Ningxuan.

"It’s fine, it’s just a small glass..." Su Jiameng wasn’t a fan of drinking, but today she was indeed happy, and a small drink wouldn’t hurt. "Don’t worry, I won’t feed the baby for the next few days after drinking..."

Caught between Su Jiameng and Gu Ningxuan, Guan Changxi found himself under immense pressure and simply pretended to be deaf and mute, acting as if he hadn’t heard anything.

Gu Ningxuan couldn’t resist Su Jiameng’s persistence. A momentary daze later, the glass had already disappeared from his view, snatched by Su Jiameng.

Though her arm was bandaged, there was no issue taking a sip through a small gap. Carefully sipping the drink, her mind was busy reflecting on the events of the day. Given the circumstances, it seemed necessary to prioritize investigating those nine people.

Perhaps due to the overly chilly atmosphere, the restless Gu Ningzhi suggested karaoke to liven things up. Su Jiameng remained silent; she was never good at singing, and in her "Major General Su" mode, her hoarse voice could not manage it.

However, not being able to sing didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy listening to others. Su Jiameng thought it would be nice to watch Lieutenant General Li sing. Glancing at the song list, she was astounded by "Princess Fusu’s" "talent"!

Since the last experience at Nocturnal Song City, "Princess Fusu" had penned around twenty more songs. Aside from vaguely remembered ones like "Dancing Lady," "Self-directed and Self-acted," "Hair Like Snow," and "Hong Yan," the rest were completely unfamiliar.

Bored, Su Jiameng traced her fingers over the titles "Sword Heart" and "Sword Injury." She couldn’t recall ever hearing these songs, not even a hint... Uh, probably she’d either never heard them before or they were released after her time travel.

Regardless of the situation, Su Jiameng didn’t consider them original works of "Princess Fusu."

"Ah, Su Su wants to sing these two songs?" Gu Ningzhi’s face loomed large in front of her, startling Su Jiameng to lean back slightly. Unconcerned, he smiled and said, "These two are ’Princess Fusu’s’ new songs, reportedly written for the upcoming drama adaptation of ’Ancient Sword Legend’... Tsk tsk tsk, this Princess Fusu is really impressive, right?"

Su Jiameng remained silent in response to Gu Ningzhi’s words.

In a way, Princess Fusu certainly was impressive, brazenly copying so much... She grew curious, what exactly was Su Qixin’s golden finger?

"Hey, wasn’t there talk of adapting it into a single-player game before? Why now a drama?" Luo Xin, intrigued by the conversation, chimed in, "I really like Boss Shao Gong in it, hope they don’t ruin it."

Su Jiameng muttered internally; it’s often said adaptations kill the original, so the chance of not ruining it is low. However, she didn’t know yet; filming now was all done in virtual networks, with pre-simulated effects, the special effects were outstanding!

Generally, as long as the adapted script’s plot and the actors’ performances were good, the adaptation would be considered eighty percent successful.

They didn’t linger long on this topic before Gu Ningzhi turned his attention to coaxing others into singing. Su Jiameng quietly sat there, listening to the songs on the list, occasionally sipping from her glass until it was empty, her face flushed, eyes dizzy...

Guan Changxi had already been pulled away by Gu Ningzhi to sing, leaving behind only her and Gu Ningxuan.

"You seem quite uncomfortable?" Gu Ningxuan, also with a quiet personality, found Gu Ningzhi’s antics headache-inducing. Bored, he observed his surroundings and noticed Su Jiameng holding her head in distress with her eyes closed.

"I’m fine... It’s nothing." Su Jiameng blinked, trying to see the person in front of her clearly. Eventually, she reached out to steady his face, "Don’t move, keep your head still, there’s a bit of double vision, good... don’t move!"

Gu Ningxuan, having grown up, was only close to his mom, and suddenly being this intimate with the opposite sex made his face flush, thrown into confusion.

"I didn’t move..." Gu Ningxuan said softly, his voice holding a hint of awkwardness.

"But I see you moving." Su Jiameng found his features blurred and unclear, so she moved closer for a better look. "If you move again, I’ll twist your neck – no joke."

Gu Ningxuan: "..." It seems he shouldn’t feel shy now but be more concerned about his neck and life...

Holding the microphone ready to sing, Gu Ningzhi noticed the commotion and a mischievous thought popped into his head. Acting swiftly, he gave Su Jiameng a push on the back, ducking away before she could react, and then...

Gu Ningxuan ended up in a comical tragedy, with his first (fake) kiss flamboyantly bestowed upon Su Jiameng’s bandage buddy... (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to vote for it on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)