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Song Jixing looked at her agent's overly exaggerated performance and reassured him.

[I didn't raise a child, nothing happened, went home to cook, don't worry, see you tomorrow morning.]

Song Jixing sent the message back, added Wang Xiaoming's WeChat, and logged into her own Weibo account on impulse.

Sure enough, the moment she logged in, the Weibo interface buffered for a long time, and messages popped up from the background one after another.

Song Jixing watched the various red dots like private messages, replies, etc. turn into 999+.

It should be known that in her several years since signing the contract, the total number of likes added up was not even 999. Now there were so many more all at once that her phone got stuck for a good half a day.

What if her phone broke? Who could she ask for reimbursement?

After a few minutes, when her phone finally regained normality, Song Jixing clicked to view her homepage, and as expected saw some related posts about herself.

Mainly it was the live broadcast she had used yesterday to prove herself, the one Young Universisty had sent out.

But the one Young University had sent out was not the hottest. Even hotter was a post by a big V self-media with the sensationalistic title: How many meters has Song Jixing run around the school track 53 times?

The big V seemed to be a graduate of Young University. Acting under the name of alumni, he had gone in and measured the size of the track, concluding that the track Song Jixing had run around was more than 400 meters per lap, not only breaking the actual record, but greatly exceeding the original record.

This short video stunned the public. For a time, several hot search topics were occupied again, and some even @ the national team, saying to take the seedling in.

There were words of praise, and words of doubt. Below it was still a melee, saying Song Jixing's physique compared with all long-distance runners was very different, not the most optimal, so there was reason to suspect Song Jixing was showing off.

It seemed like the hot search was always arguing about these things. Song Jixing took a look at it for a few times, didn't have much interest.

If they could also cultivate, it would be as simple as not only breaking that world record, even running while carrying a high-speed rail would be faster than the rail.

Song Jixing retreated from the hot social news and looked at the interactions of several people she followed on her homepage.

The previous Song Jixing had been too unknown. Her Weibo had been operated by her previous agent. Occasionally she would post some photos to interact, or post holiday greetings and the like.

The last Weibo post was still two years ago, truly bleak.

Song Jixing looked at the several people from the same company she followed on her homepage, all of whom were forwarding the message from Lan Ying Company's legal department.

The legal department had issued a notice saying that it would specially protect the individual reputation rights of the company's artist Song Jixing, and asked all kinds of media marketing accounts to cherish themselves.

Song Jixing took a look, didn't know what to say, and closed her phone directly.

Sleep, talk about it tomorrow.

While Song Jixing herself went to bed, many people couldn't sleep tonight.

Xiao Mei was an ordinary white-collar worker. After finishing a day's busy work, she lay in bed and opened her phone, like the many other people surfing online at this moment, looking at the hot search with puzzlement in her heart.