Haicheng in July is like a giant steamer. The hot and humid wind, wrapped in the smell of industrial waste gas, comes in through the cracks in the windows of the dilapidated rental house and hits Chen Tian's face with a sticky irritation. He curled up on the squeaky wooden bed. The mat under him had already been soaked with sweat, and it felt stuffy and itchy against his skin. The screen of the mobile phone was on, and it stayed on a newly pushed entertainment news. The title was bold and eye-catching: [Top manager Lin Xiao and his new group swept the hot searches, and the holographic stage debut set a ratings record]
