Anran hurriedly slung her bag over her shoulder and rushed downstairs, waving vigorously at the Didi driver parked at the door. She sprinted into the car at a speed reminiscent of her high school days, slammed the door shut, and immediately started gasping for breath.

"Are you going to Star Dream Culture Media?" the driver asked, turning his head.

"Yes... Hurry, I'm going to be late," Anran replied.

"Alright, buckle up."