It began as routine due diligence on Lu Yuxiao and escalated, predictably, into a hostile takeover of my evenings. The file only grew: Cheng Lei and his magnetic hold, Hou Minghao and his suspiciously investable charm, Chen Xingxu turning every scene into a boardroom coup, Tan Jianci conducting a masterclass in undue influence from the stand. Then came Zhou Yiran: effortless comfort-boy energy, blindsiding the entire docket. The profession runs on logic, precedent, and risk assessment, but the defense rests. This rabbit hole remains my most enforceable remedy against burnout, and I have no intention of settling.