"Sigh, we're really pitiful! Look at how the top three can each have a room. Look at us…" Han Fang said to her new roommate, Fang Qian.
Fang Qian ignored Han Fang and tidied her things.
Han Fang felt bored and lay on her bed. "I haven't been feeling well these past few days. My cough might affect your sleep at night. If you mind, you can tell the production team and ask them to change rooms."
Fang Qian glanced back at Han Fang in the makeup mirror and said, "If you're not feeling well, rest well."
"Aren't you worried that I'll affect your rest and cause you to not be able to score well?" Han Fang frowned, a little dissatisfied with Fang Qian's unreasonable answer.
"The top three are determined by true ability. I have to accept my fate since I don't have the ability," Fang Qian said meaningfully. "I'm not like some people who don't have the ability but insist on harboring thoughts about others!"
