348: Chapter 326 Park Si-eun has such a perfect first love face~ My heart is fluttering~ Congratulations on successfully getting a variety show opportunity

In a high-end barbecue restaurant private room deep in Gangnam District, the privacy was excellent, the soundproofing was good, and the decor was understated luxury. Right now, it was gradually being filled with the unique atmosphere of Girls Generation—a mix of beautiful women and 'madwomen.'

Except for tonight's protagonist, Im Yoona (who was still on her way from the film set), and another member who was arriving late, everyone else had arrived one after another.

Yuri and Hyoyeon were huddled together looking at a phone, probably researching some new dance challenge or funny video, bursting into hearty laughter from time to time. Sooyoung and Tiffany were discussing recent fashion trends, their voices soft but their speech rapid. The maknae, Seohyun, sat a bit further away, quietly drinking tea and occasionally chiming in with a few rational and calm words.

And the 'initiator' and 'hidden chief planner' of tonight's gathering, Sunny, appeared to be enthusiastically moving among everyone, helping pour tea and water, exchanging pleasantries and joking, with her usual sweet smile on her face.

But in her heart, a brilliant drama full of 'jealousy,' 'calculation,' and 'revenge' was playing out.

[Ever since discovering that there seemed to be something a little bit off between Jiang Zhiyu and a certain captain who was trying to cover things up, Sunny felt very sad for Kim Taeyeon's 'betrayal'—how pitiful!]

Her thoughts returned to that hungover morning, the lingering fruity scent in Kim Taeyeon's apartment, the white porridge in the thermal container, and Kim Taeyeon's panicked yet trying-to-hide-it appearance. Later, the testing in the group chat and Kim Taeyeon's silence (or rather, tacit admission) made the suspicion in Sunny's heart clearer and clearer.

Shibal! I clearly wanted a Lemm so badly! I tested you and threw tantrums in front of you, using every trick in the book! It turns out you, Kim Taeyeon, were just faking it! On the surface, you complained with me about Jiang Zhiyu's lack of emotional intelligence, but it turns out someone already promised you a custom-made one? (Although it's said it hasn't been delivered yet, the promise was made!)

Oh, what I wanted, I couldn't get no matter how much I threw a fit, threatened, or enticed. You just sat there, and someone was scrambling to give it to you? And it's light blue! The color of the sea! It sounds very thoughtful at first listen!

Shibal! Aren't we Girls Generation? That slogan 'Right now it's Girls Generation, from now on it's Girls Generation, forever Girls Generation'—did you, the captain, just forget it like that? As expected, you've forgotten Sunny for a man! You've forgotten your principles for a man! You've prioritized a man over your friend!

She 'condemned' Kim Taeyeon ten thousand times in her heart, but as she cursed, her thoughts involuntarily drifted to the 'man' himself.

(But... Jiang Zhiyu's looks are indeed impeccable. He's handsome and clean-cut, exactly the type young people like these days.)

(As for status, President of TG, a rising producer with several hit projects in hand—his future is limitless.)

(Not to mention talent—music, variety shows, movies... it seems there's nothing he can't do.)

(His build... I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but looking at his frame, the way he looks in a suit, and those 'combat power' rumors coming from the training ground... it probably isn't bad.)

(And that mysterious, ripe fruity body scent... once you smell it, you can't forget it...)

Aiya! Stop right there! Lee Soon-kyu, what are you thinking!

Sunny quickly shook her head, shaking out those inappropriate imaginations from her mind, but her cheeks felt slightly warm.

She subconsciously touched the backpack she had brought along, which contained a 'gift' she had carefully prepared—a 'Letter of Intent for Cooperation' (actually a unilateral demand contract) with 'rigorous' wording and 'clear' terms, requiring Jiang Zhiyu to customize a unique pink Lemm for her.

While I'm at it, I'll make him sign the contract to specially make a Lemm for me. If he tries to back out then... I'll go sit in protest in front of the TG Entertainment Building! I'll buy a truck to protest! I'll hang banners! The headline will be 'President of TG Breaks His Word, Deceives the Feelings of a Girls Generation Member'! Wahahaha~~

Thinking of that image, Sunny almost couldn't hold back a laugh and quickly covered it up with a cough.

Just then, there was a knock on the private room door, and a waiter led the last two members in—Im Yoona, whose face still carried some fatigue from filming but whose eyes were bright, and... Kim Taeyeon, who arrived late and seemed somewhat absent-minded.

"Unnies! Sorry I'm late!" Im Yoona greeted them with a smile.

Kim Taeyeon also bowed slightly, her gaze scanning the room as if checking if someone had arrived, then lowered her eyes and sat next to Seohyun.

With the protagonist present, the sounds of greetings and congratulations became lively again.

Seeing that the timing was right, Sunny clapped her hands to get everyone's attention.

"Alright, alright, everyone's here!" Her face wore her signature sweet smile, but her eyes sparkled with the light of mischief. "First, let's raise our glasses to congratulate our brave and amazing Yoona for successfully challenging an action movie. May the filming go smoothly!"

"Congratulations, Yoona!" everyone chimed in unison, raising their glasses in celebration.

After the first drink, the atmosphere became even more enthusiastic.

Sunny struck while the iron was hot, cleared her throat, and said in a serious tone of "I'm doing this for the good of the team":

"However, Yoona is working so hard on set. As her Unnies who care about her most, shouldn't we do something to ensure her upcoming filming goes even more smoothly and to make her feel the love and support of our Girls Generation family?"

These words sounded high-sounding, and everyone looked at her curiously.

Sunny looked around and deliberately lowered her voice, creating an atmosphere of "we're plotting something big":

"I suggest that our biggest, most sacred, and most team-unifying goal tonight is—"

She paused and, under everyone's expectant gazes, announced forcefully:

"Get Jiang Zhiyu drunk!!"

The private room went quiet for a moment.

Then—

"Omo?!"

"Get President Jiang drunk?"

"Really?!"

"Sunny, are you crazy? But... I like it!"

"Hahahahaha, that's a great idea!"

Exclamations and doubts quickly turned into excitement and eager cheers.

For this group of 'madwomen' from Girls Generation, who could be dignified and elegant in front of the camera but were more rowdy than the next in private, this proposal hit their excitement button perfectly.

Getting the most popular and discussed young president in the current Korean entertainment industry drunk? Seeing the possible embarrassment he might show after getting drunk? Hearing the nonsense he might say? This was much more stimulating than an ordinary dinner chat!

Yuri and Hyoyeon were already rubbing their hands together, discussing Jiang Zhiyu's possible alcohol tolerance. Sooyoung and Tiffany's eyes lit up as they discussed whether to try the legendary 'Century Fusion' (a mixture of various alcohols with amazing power). Even the usually calm Seohyun showed a somewhat helpless but seemingly non-opposed expression. Im Yoona covered her mouth and laughed, her eyes full of expectation for the show. And Kim Taeyeon... her expression was a bit complex. She seemed to want to say something, but seeing her sisters instantly ignited, she swallowed her words and just pursed her lips.

Sunny looked at her teammates, who had instantly formed a united front with a clear goal and 'mischievous' light in their eyes, and laughed inwardly:

Excellent!

Everything is going according to plan!

Jiang Zhiyu, oh Jiang Zhiyu...

When you arrive, get ready to face the fierce 'offensive' of our Girls Generation's 'love and support'!

And my Lemm contract... hehehe...

Inside the private room, a 'Hongmen Banquet' targeting a certain soon-to-arrive young president officially began under Sunny's careful planning and everyone's 'enthusiastic response.'

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The barbecue restaurant's underground parking lot was slightly dim. Two almost identical dark gray Mercedes-Benz coupes drove into adjacent spaces one after the other, almost side-by-side. The smooth engine sounds died out one by one, and the sound of car doors opening was exceptionally clear in the empty and quiet parking lot.

Jiang Zhiyu got out of the front car first. He was dressed extremely casually today—a seemingly ordinary, even overly simple plain white hoodie, a pair of black casual pants without any patterns, and clean white sneakers on his feet. A typical 'too lazy to dress up, just threw it on' college student style; even the material of that white hoodie looked a bit cheap.

However, when that face was completely revealed from the shadows inside the car, all evaluations of 'tacky' or 'casual' instantly became invalid. The slightly pale lights of the parking lot hit his face, outlining the clear and sharp lines of his profile, his high nose bridge, and his slightly pursed lips. That composed temperament, settled from being in a high position for a long time and his innate talent, combined with the few bits of relaxed leisure revealed because he was out with his 'sister,' strangely neutralized the youthfulness of his young face.

He looked like a handsome older brother from a well-off family with a cheerful personality taking his sister out to play. Those ordinary clothes, far from lowering his image, were instead set off by his own looks and temperament... giving him a lazy and casual sense of fashion. It was as if he had deliberately dressed like this to prove that 'the completion of fashion depends on the face.'

He walked around to the passenger side and opened the door. A small head with 'life is meaningless' and 'why is it me again' written all over it poked out—it was Lee Tima, who had been forcibly grabbed by Jiang Zhiyu to serve as a 'shield' (and possible 'stand-in drinker' and 'atmosphere buffer').

"Oppa, can I apply for a raise? Or give me a long vacation?" Lee Tima's small face slumped as she slowly moved out of the car.

"If you perform well tonight, I'll take you to eat at that cheese pork cutlet place you've been talking about for a long time tomorrow." Jiang Zhiyu threw out the bait with a smile and casually rubbed her hair.

"Really?" Lee Tima's eyes lit up, but then she became wary again. "It couldn't be another 'Hongmen Banquet,' could it?"

While the two were bickering back and forth, Kim Taeyeon in the other car hadn't come out for a long time.

She had actually arrived early, even parking a bit before Jiang Zhiyu. Just as she unbuckled her seatbelt and prepared to get out, she heard the sound of the car behind her pulling in. She instinctively looked up and saw that familiar car in the rearview mirror, as well as the familiar and... somewhat strange figure getting out of the driver's seat.

Jiang Zhiyu.

He... actually dressed like this today?

Kim Taeyeon's fingers tightened slightly on the steering wheel.

The Jiang Zhiyu in her impression was either a president/director in a suit with a full elite vibe, a serious and professional coach in training clothes, or a home-style dressed, gentle and caring... breakfast deliverer. Like now, in a white hoodie and black pants so simple they were almost 'tacky,' looking like a clean and fresh college student, easily playing around with his sister in the parking lot...

She seemed to have never seen him like this.

A strange feeling, a mix of freshness and some indescribable emotion, quietly seized her. Her gaze, as if attracted by a magnet, was glued to that figure in the rearview mirror, watching him rub Lee Tima's hair, seeing the boyish, cunning smile on his face that was different from when he was at work, and watching the natural and intimate interaction between him and Lee Tima...

It wasn't until Lee Tima also got out of the car and the two seemed ready to walk toward the entrance that Kim Taeyeon suddenly snapped back to her senses.

She took a deep breath, let go of the steering wheel, and quickly adjusted her hair and expression in the car's vanity mirror, confirming that the exquisite light makeup on her face was fine, and then pushed open the car door and stepped out.

The crisp sound of high heels tapping on the ground echoed in the quiet parking lot.

Jiang Zhiyu and Lee Tima, who were bickering in low voices, both looked up at the same time and followed the sound.

Kim Taeyeon stepped out from beside her identical coupe. Tonight, she was dressed exceptionally softly. A white knit cardigan softly wrapped her upper body, and she wore a pair of loose and comfortable brown wide-leg pants. Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and she wore exquisite light makeup with a gentle dusty rose lip color. Under the slightly cold and hard lights of the parking lot, her whole being emitted an aura as cool and soft as moonlight.

Lee Tima's eyes lit up, and she immediately threw her complaints about her Oppa to the back of her mind, hopping over to Kim Taeyeon's side like a cheerful little bird and affectionately hugging her arm: "Taeyeon Unnie!"

"Tima-ya~" Kim Taeyeon also smiled, reaching out to gently rub Lee Tima's head, her tone gentle. "You're getting more and more beautiful." Her gaze met Jiang Zhiyu's a few steps away.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at her and a smile appeared on his face.

But this smile made Kim Taeyeon's heart skip a beat.

It wasn't the gentle, polite, and friendly smile with a standard social distance from usual.

Nor was it the encouraging smile with professional affirmation when he was guiding Im Yoona on set.

And it certainly wasn't the one that morning, at her doorstep, with a bit of playfulness and softness... the smile that made her heart race.

This smile... seemed more natural, more relaxed, without so much deliberate restraint or calculation in his eyes. It was just a simple smile that appeared because she showed up. However, deep within that smile, there seemed to be a hidden trace of something complex and difficult to discern that Kim Taeyeon couldn't read.

Kim Taeyeon suppressed the small throb in her heart caused by the difference in his smile and the subsequent subtle complaint (why haven't you contacted me for so long?), took Lee Tima's hand, nodded to Jiang Zhiyu, and responded politely: "Zhiyu, it's been a long time."

Her tone was calm and her posture was graceful, completely in line with the proper distance between senior and junior, collaborator and partner.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at Lee Tima, who was being naturally held by her, then looked at her face, which she was deliberately keeping calm. The curve of his lips remained unchanged, but his gaze seemed to deepen.

"Yeah, long time no see, Noona." He spoke, his voice sounding exceptionally clear in the quiet parking lot. "You're very beautiful tonight."

This compliment was very direct, but his tone didn't carry much ambiguity; it was more like stating an objective fact.

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Kim Taeyeon didn't read any more of the emotions she expected (or feared) in his gaze, and that little bit of resentment in her heart bubbled up again. She simply nodded, not pursuing the topic further.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't seem to mind, turning to say, "Let's go in together; the other seniors and Yoona Noona should have arrived already."

"Mm, let's go." Kim Taeyeon took Lee Tima by the hand, turned first, and headed toward the entrance of the barbecue restaurant.

Jiang Zhiyu lagged half a step behind, following along the side.

Thus, on the way to the private room, a subtle scene formed: Kim Taeyeon walked in front, naturally holding the lively Lee Tima's hand with her right. Jiang Zhiyu walked to Kim Taeyeon's left-rear, maintaining a distance of half a body length. Lee Tima, like a tiny bridge connecting the two, excitedly told Kim Taeyeon about the interesting things happening on set—how Jiang Zhiyu "tortured" the actors (mainly Im Yoona), what funny mistakes happened on set, and what new things she had secretly learned.

Kim Taeyeon occasionally turned her head to listen, a gentle smile on her lips, responding with a few soft words now and then. Most of her attention seemed to be on Lee Tima.

As for Jiang Zhiyu, he would occasionally add some details from the side or "gently" correct Lee Tima's somewhat exaggerated descriptions, his tone relaxed, as if it were just a daily chat between siblings.

"Oppa doesn't always keep a straight face; he's just very strict about action details, but he's very good to everyone." — This was to "clear the name" of Jiang Zhiyu.

"That explosion shot was carefully calculated; it looked dangerous, but it was actually very safe." — This was to explain professional operations.

"Tima, when talking to seniors, pay attention to explaining the cause and effect of things clearly; don't just talk about the fun parts." — This was a subtle instruction.

He appeared to be communicating with Lee Tima, but in reality, those additions and corrections were clearly transmitted through Lee Tima, acting as a megaphone, to Kim Taeyeon walking in front. It allowed her to understand the real situation on set more comprehensively and objectively, to understand his work state, and even... to understand his method of conducting himself and teaching juniors.

Kim Taeyeon listened silently without interrupting, but her fingertips tightened unconsciously on the hand she was holding, Lee Tima's.

The three of them continued in this way, in a manner that was both intimate (through Lee Tima) and maintained a subtle distance (between Jiang Zhiyu and Kim Taeyeon), crossing the corridor toward the private room where the "plan to get drunk" was about to unfold.

Moonlight shone through the window at the end of the corridor, spilling onto the three of them and casting shadows of varying lengths.

As they got closer to the private room door, the noise from inside could already be faintly heard.

For some reason, Kim Taeyeon's heartbeat accelerated slightly along with the increasingly clear sounds of laughter.

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(Only one update today; I've been trapped by that crafty old woman, Bae Joo-hyun.)

[ March 6, 2026 06:45 - First Selfie ]

It was bright outside the window, cloudy, with sunlight occasionally leaking through the gaps in the clouds. Karina reached out from under the blanket and took a photo facing the window.

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She edited the photo and added a speech bubble: "March 6, 2026, 6:45 AM. Friday. Woke up. Not a natural wake-up, it was the alarm. It has nothing to do with you."

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[ 06:52 - First Reply Video ]

Karina was still lying in bed, her hair a mess, but she tried to look awake.

"Slept so-so last night. Not because I missed you, but because there was noise next door. Don't be delusional."

She yawned and hurriedly covered her mouth.

"Today is Friday, the last day of the week. Pretty good, can rest soon. What are you doing this weekend? Forget it, don't tell me. I don't want to know."

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[ 07:10 - Second Selfie ]

Karina got up and walked to the window to open the curtains. It was cloudy today, with the sun occasionally popping out and then hiding again.

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Bubble caption: "Woke up. Cloudy today, 5 to 11 degrees. Not specifically telling you the weather, just happened to see it. Whether you look or not is up to you."

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[ 07:25 - Second Reply Video ]

Karina finished washing her face and recorded a video in front of the mirror. She was wearing a white hoodie today.

"Wearing white today. Not because you said you liked white, but because white is clean. Don't overthink it."

She finished applying skincare and patted her face.

"Today's training content: rehearsal in the morning, rehearsal in the afternoon, rehearsal at night too. 14 days until the concert. Are you nervous? I'm not. What's there to be nervous about? It's just over ten thousand people. It's not like I haven't seen it before."

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[ 07:50 - Third Selfie ]

Karina finished changing, standing in the entryway preparing to go out. She was wearing a white hoodie with black sweatpants, a short down jacket on top, her hair tied in a low ponytail, and wearing a white mask.

Click. Bubble caption: "Heading out. Dressed like this today. White hoodie, black pants. Not dressed for you to see, just dressed casually. Whether you think it looks good is your business; it has nothing to do with me."

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[ 08:05 - Third Reply Video ]

Karina was walking on the road, camera pointed at the ground. There was sunlight today, but not much, flickering on and off.

"Walking on the road. A bit of sunshine today. Do you have any on your side? If you do, fine; if not, also fine. I was just asking."

As she walked, she saw a puppy on the side of the road. "Dog. See it? White. Not specifically filmed for you; it ran into the shot itself. Coincidence."

In the video, the little white dog wagged its tail and ran past; Karina glanced at it. "More enthusiastic than you. At least it wags its tail. You don't even initiate messages."

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[ 08:40 - Fourth Selfie ]

Karina arrived at the practice room, held up her phone, and took a photo in the mirror. She was taking off her down jacket, revealing the white hoodie underneath. Click. Bubble caption: "Arrived at the practice room. Not reporting, just a habit. You don't need to reply."

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[ 09:15 - Fourth Reply Video ]

Karina started warming up, recording a video while stretching. She propped her phone in front of the mirror, her expression indifferent. "Warming up. Rehearsing all day today, no time to deal with you. Go play by yourself."

She did a straddle stretch and was silent for a few seconds. "Thought about you four times yesterday. Up to now today, zero times. Haven't started thinking yet. Might not think about it today either. You figure it out."

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[ 10:30 - Fifth Selfie ]

During a rehearsal break, Karina sat on the floor drinking water. She held up her phone and took a photo of the stage—a huge stage, lights not fully on, staff busy. Click. Bubble caption: "Rehearsing. Stage. See it? Not for you to see, just recording it. 14 days later there will be over ten thousand people here. Doesn't include you? Including you is fine, not including is also fine. You decide for yourself."

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[ 11:00 - Fifth Reply Video ]

Karina sat on the edge of the stage, her legs dangling and swinging. "Rehearsing is exhausting. Over and over again. You have it easy, just sitting and watching. Unfair. You should come dance for me. Forget it, you can't dance. Coming would just be adding to the mess."

She took a sip of water. "Thought about you today... once. Thought of it just now while drinking water. Just once. Don't expect more."

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[ 12:15 - Sixth Selfie ]

Lunchtime, the Manager delivered a lunch box. Today it was bibimbap, various vegetables arranged neatly. Karina opened the lid and took a photo. Click. Bubble caption: "Lunch. Bibimbap. Not for you to see, preparing for Instagram. Although I won't post it."

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[ 12:45 - Sixth Reply Video ]

Karina recorded a video while eating. She mixed the rice and took a bite. "Delicious. Did you eat? What did you eat? Forget it, don't need to tell me. I was just asking."

She chewed the rice, cheeks bulging. "Still have rehearsals this afternoon, rehearsals at night too. Exhausted. Comfort me? No need, I don't need it. I can do it myself."

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[ 14:00 - Seventh Selfie ]

Before the afternoon rehearsal began, Karina stood in the center of the stage and took a photo. The light hit her just right, making her look bright. Click. Bubble caption: "Center stage. Not for you to see, testing the lights. If you saw it, consider yourself lucky."

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[ 15:30 - Seventh Reply Video ]

During a rehearsal break, Karina sat on the floor, dripping with sweat. Her hair was a bit damp, her face flushed red. "Afternoon rehearsal over. Still have the night. Tired. But it's okay. You aren't allowed to say you feel sorry for me; I won't believe it even if you do. You aren't even by my side, what are you feeling sorry for?"

She wiped her sweat. "Thought about you twice today. Once in the morning, once now. Two times. Remember clearly. Not three times."

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[ 17:00 - Eighth Selfie ]

Afternoon rehearsal over, Karina stood by the window and took a photo outside. The sunset was out, golden light spilling onto the building opposite. Click. Bubble caption: "Sunset. There's a sunset today. Not because of you, it's just nice weather. Don't get ahead of yourself."

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[ 17:45 - Eighth Reply Video ]

Karina sat in the car on the way home, talking to the camera. The sunset light shone in through the car window, dancing on her face. "On the way home. Exhausted. Have to come back at night. Concerts are too troublesome, won't do it next time. No, I will do it next time, because I need to make money. Has nothing to do with you."

She squinted at the sunset. "The sunset is quite pretty today. Did you see it? If you did, fine. If you didn't, also fine. Anyway, I saw it. It's enough that I saw it."

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[ 18:30 - Ninth Selfie ]

Karina got home, the first thing she did was rush to the sofa and lie down. She held up her phone and took a photo of herself sprawled on the sofa. Click. Bubble caption: "Got home. Lying down for a while. Have to go again at night. Tired. Not asking for your sympathy, just stating facts."

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[ 19:00 - Ninth Reply Video ]

Karina lay on the sofa, holding her phone, in a strange position. "Have to go to rehearsal at night. Don't want to go. But have to. You accompany me? No need, you can't really come. Even if you came, you couldn't help. You'd only distract me."

She rolled over. "Thought about you three times today. Thought of you once more in the car this afternoon. So three times. Are you satisfied now? If you aren't, I can't help it. It's just three times."

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[ 19:45 - Tenth Selfie ]

Karina had a simple dinner—instant noodles. She took a photo of the noodles. Click. Bubble caption: "Dinner. Instant noodles. Not for you to see, just recording that I ate poorly today. Has nothing to do with you."

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[ 20:15 - Tenth Reply Video ]

Karina recorded a video while eating instant noodles. Slurping sounds. "Still have to go to rehearsal at night. What are you doing tonight? Forget it, don't need to tell me. I was just asking. Really just asking."

She finished the last bite and wiped her mouth. "Leaving. Going to rehearsal. Sleep early. Not caring about you, just afraid you'll stay up late and not be able to get up tomorrow. If you can't get up, no one will send me messages. Although I don't care for it anyway."

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[ 22:30 - Eleventh Selfie ]

Night rehearsal over, Karina sat on the floor, dripping with sweat. She held up her phone and took a photo of her disheveled state. Click. Bubble caption: "Rehearsal over. Exhausted. Going home. Not reporting, just a habit."

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[ 23:00 - Eleventh Reply Video ]

Karina sat in the car on the way home, the night scenery outside the window flying backward. She was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open. "Home... no, still on the road. Almost there. Today was exhausting. Rehearsed all day. You have it easy, lying down and receiving my messages. Unfair."

She yawned. "Thought about you... four times today. Thought of you once during night rehearsal. So four times. Four times a day, that's enough, right? Not allowed to complain it's too few. If you complain it's too few, tomorrow it'll be three times."

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[ 23:30 - Twelfth Selfie ]

Karina finally got home, finished showering, and curled up on the sofa in her pajamas. Today's pajamas were dark blue. Click. Bubble caption: "Got home. Finished showering. Getting ready to sleep. Today, March 6th, is over. Time passed okay. Thought about you four times today. Recording complete."

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[ 23:45 - Twelfth Reply Video ]

Karina was so sleepy she couldn't go on, her voice soft, but she still tried to maintain a calm tone. "Tomorrow is Saturday... you can rest... I have training... unfair... but forget it... used to it..."

She rubbed her eyes. "Let's leave it at that for today. Goodnight. Not saying it specifically, it's just that time. Whether you sleep or not is up to you. Anyway, I'm sleeping."

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[ 23:50 - Last Text Reply ]

Before turning off the lights, Karina sent a message: "March 6, 2026, thought about you four times. Tomorrow might be less, or maybe more. Depends on my mood. Goodnight."

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