77: Chapter 77, I'll take it!

The wire rose slowly, steadily lifting Jang Wonyoung in her angel dress and suspending her directly above a giant orion pie, three meters in diameter, emitting a rich, sweet fragrance. All the lights in the studio focused on her, and the blower simulated high-altitude airflow, fluttering her slightly oversized skirt and dim mini-halo. Below her were countless eyes and dark camera lenses.

Jang Wonyoung closed her eyes tightly and took several deep breaths, the blush on her cheeks still present, her eyelashes trembling slightly from nervousness. A sense of shame washed over her logic like a tide—"Idol," "Actress," "Image management"... these words screamed in her mind, nearly making her flee.

But... the sweet, warm scent in the air, a mixture of chocolate, butter, and wheat, was so real and overbearingly entered her nostrils. She couldn't remember the last time she had indulged herself by getting so close to such a "sinful" dessert. To maintain that "standard idol figure," her daily life consisted of precisely calculated salads, boiled chicken breast, protein bars... that most primitive, instinctive craving for carbs and sugar had been suppressed for so long, and now, in this absurd scene, it was completely lured out by this massive, close-at-hand orion pie.

So embarrassing... such a social death...

The little person inside her was screaming and rolling around.

But... the orion pie... it looks so delicious...

Another little person gulped, eyes glazed.

"Action!" Producer Jiang's voice came through the loudspeaker, cutting off her final hesitation.

Jang Wonyoung snapped her eyes open. In those usually clear and bright large eyes, an unprecedentedly complex emotion was injected—a tragic sense of facing death, the fear of facing a "world-ending snack," the sense of mission as an angel (albeit a young one) who had to bear responsibility, and... at the very depth, a tiny, pure, foodie's desire ignited by the tempting aroma, nearly overflowing!

She pursed her lips as if making a major decision, her hands (looking a bit clumsy due to the wire harness) pressing against the cool, slippery chocolate coating. The texture... it was hard, yet possessed a hint of melting softness. She took a deep breath and then, facing the camera and the chocolate surface symbolizing the "Giant Pie in the Sky," she opened her mouth—

It wasn't an elegant little bite.

With a posture of going all out, almost one of tragic indignation, she took a huge bite!

"Crunch!"

An extremely clear sound—captured by high-sensitivity recording equipment—of teeth biting through the thick chocolate coating resonated throughout the silent set.

Following that was the dense and layered texture as her teeth sank into the soft pastry and the sweet, chewy marshmallow layer.

Jang Wonyoung's eyes widened uncontrollably the moment she bit down. First, she was shocked that she had actually done it, and then her taste buds were swept away by an unprecedented, rich chocolate sweetness and the buttery aroma of the pastry!

Jang Wonyoung's movements paused. The camera faithfully captured the momentary shock on her face—the daze of her sense of shame being interrupted by the actual taste experience. Then, an instinct belonging to "Jang Wonyoung," an idol long ruled by salads and chicken breast, began to quietly emerge.

(So embarrassing, such a social death... but... this pastry... it's really so crispy and fragrant... (-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩___-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩) How long has it been... since I've eaten something this high in calories...)

Her long-dieting body gave the most honest reaction to this sudden influx of high sugar and calories—a rush of near-dizzying happiness went straight to her head, mixed with a massive sense of guilt, instantly overwhelming her.

Subconsciously, she took another small bite. This time the angle was slightly off, her teeth piercing the pastry and touching the thick chocolate coating underneath. A mellow sweetness with a hint of bitterness, a silky texture... is this dark chocolate? The ratio is tuned so well, it's not too cloying...

Her facial expression management reached its peak at this moment, yet it was also completely "out of control." Her brow was furrowed as if enduring great pain (the hardship of battling snacks, the betrayal of figure management), and the rims of her eyes were slightly red (tragedy, shame), but deep within those eyes, a strange light shone. Her cheeks puffed out because they were stuffed with pie, and the corners of her mouth twitching upward in an irrepressible, extremely subtle way, only to be forcibly suppressed in the next second into more vigorous chewing, as if struggling against this "sweet burden."

Tragic heroism and gluttony, responsibility and indulgence, shame and happiness... these diametrically opposed emotions intertwined, collided, and bloomed on her delicate little face, which still had some baby fat, like an overturned palette in an incredibly vivid, authentic, and hilarious way!

"Cut—!!!"

Jang Wonyoung was slowly lowered, her legs feeling a bit weak when her feet touched the ground. She still had that huge mouthful of pie in her mouth, unable to either swallow or spit it out. Her cheeks were bulging, her eyes dazed and filled with lingering shame and indignation as she looked at Jiang Zhiyu, like a startled yet gluttonous hamster.

"Wonyoung, expression! Expression management!" Producer Jiang's voice came through the loudspeaker, carrying irrepressible laughter. "Don't show that 'Oh, this is actually delicious' look of surprise! Be tragic! Tragic with a hint of helplessness! Think about the world you're going to save! Think about the chocolate rainstorm!"

Jang Wonyoung snapped back to her senses, her face flushing red again. She quickly adjusted her expression, trying hard to swallow the food in her cheeks, and resumed her pained look of "difficult eating." But her eyes involuntarily glanced back at the spot she had just bitten... a small piece was missing, revealing the even more tempting layers beneath.

The rest of the shoot proceeded with Jang Wonyoung oscillating between "tragic performance" and "instinctive snacking." She tried hard to act out the feeling of "having to eat a terrifying monster for the greater good," but every time her teeth sank into the pie where crispiness and softness intertwined, the genuine pleasure from her taste buds would cause her gaze to drift for a moment. Especially when she finally "struggled" to bite into an area with the sweet, marshmallow-like filling, she almost couldn't help letting out a sigh of satisfaction, quickly covering it with an even more "tragic and indignant" expression.

This subtle and real struggle was captured clearly by the high-definition cameras. Behind the monitor, Jiang Zhiyu watched with great interest, the grin on his face widening.

Jiang Zhiyu walked over laughing and patted her shoulder (eliciting a muffled whimper of protest from her), then turned to face all the staff and the giant orion pie that had a clear chunk bitten out by Jang Wonyoung, revealing the light-colored filling inside.

"CUT!"

Jiang Zhiyu almost roared this out. He stood up abruptly from behind the monitor, nearly knocking over his chair in excitement.

"Fantastic! Wonyoung! Perfect! That's exactly the kind of overlapping emotion of tragedy and gluttony I wanted! Every layer of the expression change was superb! That sense of struggle, 'I'm doing something very embarrassing but the food is so delicious I can't help it,' came out completely!" He didn't hold back his praise at all, even clapping his hands vigorously.

"Alright! To celebrate Wonyoung's perfect performance and to thank the Orion factory for their special support," Jiang Zhiyu rubbed his hands together, excitement flashing in his eyes like a successful prankster, "now, let's—'dismember' this big guy!"

With a wave of his hand, he produced a large, ornately decorated prop cake knife from somewhere, though it was clearly not suited for this size. He didn't care, rolled up his sleeves, and walked over to the giant pie.

The next scene left everyone, including the still-dazed Jang Wonyoung, staring in shock.

Jiang Zhiyu, without any concern for his image, went in directly with his hands. Using brute force and a bit of technique, he began to manually tear and break apart the giant pie with crunches and squelches! Chocolate crumbs and pastry fragments flew everywhere, and the rich, sweet aroma instantly exploded and spread. His movements were crude but highly efficient, and he soon divided the giant pie into several pieces of varying sizes.

"Come on, come on! Everyone gets a share! Props team, hard work! Lighting team, hard work! Camera brothers, hard work! Everyone come and taste this 'world-ending' orion pie!" Like distributing spoils of war, he handed out large chunks of the pie to the stunned staff members around him.

The scene became somewhat bizarre for a moment—the serious filming set turned into a massive dessert-sharing party. The air was filled with sweetness and... a certain absurd joy. Everyone looked at each other, but seeing Jiang Zhiyu's matter-of-fact, even somewhat childlike expression of sharing happiness, and then looking at the substantial, fragrant giant pie chunks in their hands, someone finally couldn't help taking a tentative bite.

"Wow... it's really delicious!"

"This chocolate layer is so thick!"

"The filling is so soft!"

Praises rose one after another. The atmosphere completely transformed, filled with the sounds of joyful chewing and laughter.

Jang Wonyoung finally swallowed the mouthful she had been holding, feeling her blood sugar spike. She looked at this chaotic and sweet scene, feeling a bit dazed. The extreme shame and the immersion in her performance from just moments ago hadn't fully dissipated, and now she was swept up in this sudden, collective "crime" of joy.

Just then, Nayeon, who had been watching the scene with a smile and had even secretly eaten nearly half a piece of pie, her eyes suddenly lit up as if she had remembered something crucial.

"Wait a minute—!!!!!"

Her clear and vibrant voice instantly drowned out the noise on set.

She quickly pulled out her phone, her face blooming with a glow even more excited than when she was eating the pie. She dashed in front of Jang Wonyoung, who was still holding two large pieces of pie with chocolate crumbs on her lips and a dazed expression. She then quickly adjusted the angle to include Jiang Zhiyu, who was manually breaking the pie with a satisfied smile, and the surrounding staff who were joyfully sharing the food.

"Wonyoung! Look here! Producer Jiang! Everyone! Cheese—!"

Without waiting for anyone to react, with her excellent idol camera sense and agility, she pressed the shutter continuously, clicking away.

"Perfect! This scene! Wonyoung's dazed look with her cheeks puffed out! Producer Jiang's wild posture 'dismembering' the orion pie with his bare hands! And everyone looking so happy while eating!" Nayeon danced with joy while checking the photos on her phone. "I'm going to post this! Right now! To the fan community and SNS! The title will be... A destined kim hyo-soon special episode behind-the-scenes treat! A sweet celebratory feast after the Angel and the Producer collectively 'resolved' the world-ending crisis!"

"Wait! Nayeon Unnie!" Jang Wonyoung finally reacted, letting out a desperate wail as she tried to grab the phone, but Nayeon's quick hands stuffed another small piece of pie into her mouth. "Mmph... you can't post that! It's too embarrassing!!!"

"How is it embarrassing! It's so cute! So real! The fans will absolutely love it!" Nayeon nimbly dodged, her fingers already flying across the screen. Her smile was as bright as a lollipop crown. "This is excellent promotional material! Producer Jiang, don't you agree?"

Jiang Zhiyu was munching on a piece of pie nearly as big as his face. Hearing this, he looked up, chocolate still on his lips, a hint of mischief flashing in his eyes. Ignoring Jang Wonyoung's terrified gaze, he instead gave Nayeon a thumbs-up:

"Post it! Of course you should post it! Nayeon Senior truly has a perfect sense for promotion! Remember to @ the official account and Orion!"

Jang Wonyoung: "..."

She looked at Nayeon, who was enthusiastically editing the photos and text, then at Jiang Zhiyu, who was munching on the pie without any regard for his image and clearly enjoying himself. She felt the sweet aroma and joyful atmosphere surrounding her, and the lingering, sinful yet delicious aftertaste of chocolate in her mouth...

It's over.

She could already see the scene on the trending search lists, with tags like #Jang Wonyoung Giant orion pie#, #Jiang Zhiyu Manual Pie Partitioning#, and #Nayeon On-set Report# climbing at an unstoppable speed.

And for a long time in the future, she would be repeatedly teased by her members, fans, and everyone who had seen this photo as "that angel who munched on a giant pie for world peace."

The sense of shame, once again, came crashing down like a mountain after the fact.

But... the chocolate in her mouth is really so sweet. (-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩___-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩)

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A few days later, in the Girls Generation common room at the SM Entertainment building.

The afternoon sun lazily spilled into the room, and the faint scent of coffee and skincare products floated in the air. The members were either sitting or lying down, enjoying a rare moment of leisure between group schedules. The TV was on, the volume turned low, playing reruns of some insignificant variety show.

Im Yoona was curled up in a corner of the sofa, scrolling through her phone. Her finger slid across the screen, her face wearing a complex expression somewhere between "I knew it" and "out of sight, out of mind." On the screen was the set of behind-the-scenes photos from the filming set that Nayeon had posted on SNS, which had sparked a small-scale heated discussion.

The photos were extremely high-resolution.

The first one: Jang Wonyoung suspended in mid-air by wires, leaning down to bite into an absurdly giant chocolate pie with an expression of tragic sacrifice. Her mini-halo was crooked, and her angel skirt was flying—the visual impact was immense.

The second one: Jiang Zhiyu standing next to the "dismembered" giant pie, holding a chainsaw (?), his smile as bright as sunlight. In the background, the staff were watching, making the scene look like some kind of cult ritual... or a food show accident site.

The third one: A dazzling array of giant pie chunks on a long table, their size astonishing.

The fourth one: After Jang Wonyoung landed, her cheeks were stained with chocolate crumbs, her expression a mix of shame, daze, and a lingering "this is delicious," as she held a substantial piece of pie in her hands.

The fifth one: The ITZY members surrounding Jang Wonyoung, smiling as they wiped her face, a heartwarming scene (if you ignored the mountain of pie chunks in the background).

The sixth, seventh, eighth... they were all "sharing" scenes from various angles, with everyone's face beaming with the happy smile of sharing high-calorie joy.

The last one was a selfie of Nayeon, squeezed between Jiang Zhiyu and Jang Wonyoung, making a V-sign at the camera with a mischievous smile. Behind them was the battlefield strewn with cups, plates, and pie remnants.

The comment section had completely exploded:

[Hahahahahahaha help, what kind of magical realism filming set is this!]

[Wonyoung!!!! I'm laughing so hard at your expression the neighbors called the police!!!]

[Producer Jiang looks so handsome yet scary holding that chainsaw! Is this allowed to be filmed?!]

[Does that pie actually exist?! Three meters?! Is Orion crazy or is the production team crazy?!]

[Am I the only one who noticed the chocolate on the corner of Wonyoung's mouth? She looks like she really ate it and thought it was delicious kkkkk]

[Nayeon Unnie really is the biggest fan and a war correspondent! These photos are priceless!]

[So what exactly happened in the special episode that required this kind of "trial"? I'm getting more and more curious!]

[What about Yoona Unnie? Does the adult version of the angel see her younger self working (eating) so hard? @yoona__lim]

"Tsk," Im Yoona curled her lip and muttered softly, "I knew he wouldn't behave... Poor Wonyoung, she really had a hard time." She swiped to a close-up of Jang Wonyoung suspended by wires, leaning over a giant pie with a dazed expression. She couldn't help but want to laugh, but felt more of a shared sense of pity, "At least... at least I didn't actually have to crawl into that..."

Her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the script that Producer Jiang had repeatedly mentioned and finally "sealed away" after "tough negotiations"—the angel falling into the toilet, spinning, and flushing.

Right, she, Im Yoona, although tormented enough by Jiang Zhiyu's "creativity," had at least held her final line—she had no direct, visually unacceptable association with any sanitary ware, pipes, or unseemly liquids! That "Golden Toilet" nightmare seemed to have been successfully sealed away by Jiang Zhiyu's "solemn oath" and the subsequent seemingly normal scripts.

Thinking about it this way, she even felt Wonyoung was a bit "pitiful." Being tricked into gnawing on such a huge pie and being filmed for the whole internet to watch... In comparison, her own "suffering" seemed like it could still be explained as an "artistic pursuit"?

"Yoona, what are you looking at? Your expression is so vivid." Kim Taeyeon leaned over from beside her and glanced at her phone screen, "Oh, the one Nayeon posted, hahaha, Wonyoung is so cute! That guy Jiang Zhiyu really is a 'Set Tyrant' (Snack Version)."

"What Set Tyrant?" Kwon Yuri also became interested.

"The kind that forces a minor idol to gnaw on a three-meter-long chocolate bar," Choi Sooyoung summarized accurately, drawing a round of light laughter.

"But then again," Sunny said slowly, biting her straw, "Producer Jiang's ideas might be bizarre, but the results seem to generate a lot of buzz. Look at these photos of Wonyoung; the discussion level is quite high. Maybe it'll really become a classic scene after it airs."

"A classic 'social death' scene, you mean," Im Yoona complained, but in her heart, she had to admit Sunny had a point. Jiang Zhiyu had a beast-like intuition for buzz and audience psychology.

She turned off her phone, decided not to upset herself further, and reached for the remote, wanting to turn up the TV volume or change the channel.

Just then, the TV screen, which had been playing a bland variety show, switched without warning.

Soft background music with an ethereal, hymn-like echo began to play. The screen showed a pure, flawless white space seemingly composed of clouds and light, so beautiful it felt unreal.

"Hmm? A commercial?" Tiffany blinked.

On the TV, after a warm family scene, the image suddenly became holy and dreamlike. Soft light radiated, feathers drifted down, and a piece of ethereal music played. The camera focused on a clean, shiny, and highly designed bathroom. Then, with a soft "shua" sound and a gentle glow, a small figure wearing a white puffy dress with a pair of small wings on her back abruptly appeared about ten centimeters above the surface of the toilet water, accompanied by a few sparkling special-effect feathers!

"Is this... some new cosmetic commercial? An angel concept?" Seohyun guessed.

However, in the next second.

The holy "angel" seemed to slip, or was tripped by something invisible, letting out a short cry that was completely inconsistent with her holy image: "Oops!"

The camera then plummeted rapidly!

The pure white space was instantly replaced by cold, white walls with a ceramic luster! The perspective became narrow and cramped!

The falling figure of the "angel" struggled to turn around at the last moment, facing the camera—that face!

In the waiting room, the movements of all the Girls Generation members were like they had been hit by a pause button.

The hand holding the coffee cup stopped mid-air.

The mouth chewing snacks forgot to close.

The bodies leaning against the sofa instantly straightened.

Their gazes were uniformly and firmly fixed on the TV screen.

That face... although the makeup was a bit more exaggerated than her real self, with a touch of cartoonish sweetness and a deliberately created "angelic innocence," that facial contour, that distance between the eyes, that specific curve when pursing the lips...

It was too similar.

It looked exactly like someone they had spent over a decade with day and night.

Im Yoona's eyes instantly widened, her body went rigid, and a chill rushed from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head.

Before they could recover from this shocking "face-swap" (or "tribute makeup") impact, the footage continued.

The "Mini Im Yoona" seemed a bit confused about where she had landed, blinking her big eyes and looking around. She tried to turn around gracefully, but her little foot accidentally...

"Plop!"

Her whole person fell into the toilet! The splash (special effect) wasn't high, but it was clear enough.

That wasn't all! The commercial was accompanied by a cheerful yet slightly mocking electronic sound effect. Inside the toilet (clearly a CGI-produced, enlarged, and clean cross-section), "Mini Im Yoona" was flailing about in a panic, her puffy dress soaked in water, and her little wings drooping. Immediately after, the screen simulated the action of pressing the flush button.

"Whoosh—"

A powerful (but CGI-rendered to look like a dreamlike starlight vortex) stream of water appeared, swirling that small, panicked "angel" inside the toilet pipe (beautified by CGI into a starlight tunnel)...

Spinning at high speed!

One lap, two laps, three laps... "Mini Im Yoona's" expression changed from panic to dizziness, her eyes turned into spirals, and the mini-halo on her head even flew off, sticking to the pipe wall.

Subtitles popped up accompanied by an energetic male voiceover:

[Encountering blockage troubles? Even angels are helpless!]

Spinning footage.

[Jieshi Cyclone Flush System, powerful force, unobstructed flow! Even naughty angels can be easily sent away!]

In the image, "Mini Im Yoona" was finally "flushed" to the end of the pipe (a place of light), sitting dizzily on the ground with stars popping over her head, and a huge, shiny Jieshi Sanitary Ware logo appeared next to her.

[Jieshi Sanitary Ware, enjoy a fresh day every day!]

The commercial ended, and the screen cut back to the noisy variety show.

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"..."

"..."

Girls Generation waiting room.

Time seemed to remain frozen.

The members' expressions were frozen in a moment of dumbfounded shock, eyes wide like copper bells, mouths open wide enough to fit an egg (except for the "Mini Im Yoona" same-style expression of still being in a daze).

The liquid in the coffee cups stopped swaying.

Snack bags slipped from rigid hands, falling onto the carpet with a soft "thud."

Even the air seemed to stop flowing.

A few seconds later.

"Click." That was the sound of Kim Hyoyeon's jaw closing.

"Hiss—" That was the sound of Tiffany sucking in a breath of cold air.

"Holy..." That was the half-sentence of English Choi Sooyoung unconsciously uttered.

"Wha... What?!!!" This was the voice Kwon Yuri finally found, filled with absurd shock.

"Pfft, hahahahahaha!!!!" This was Sunny, the first person to burst into earth-shattering laughter after the initial petrification. She laughed so hard she rolled off the sofa, pounding the carpet, "An... an angel... falling into the toilet... spinning... Hahaha, Jieshi Sanitary Ware!!! Jiang Zhiyu!! You're a genius!! Hahaha!!!"

Seohyun covered her mouth, her eyes wide, looking at the TV and then at Im Yoona, who had completely fossilized into a statue. She wanted to say something but couldn't organize her words.

Kim Taeyeon's expression was the most vivid, from shock to daze, from daze to understanding, from understanding to... a complex look mixed with "as expected," "this is too ridiculous," and "it's actually kind of funny." Finally, she couldn't help but let out a "pfft" laugh, and her shoulders began to shake.

And the absolute center of the event—Im Yoona.

She maintained her posture of holding the remote, motionless. Her eyes were fixed on the TV screen, which had cut back to the variety show, as if that shocking commercial just now was merely a collective hallucination.

That face that looked just like hers... that toilet... that frantic spinning... that advertising slogan about "gracefully handling all 'unexpected' descents"...

Every frame, every detail, was like a heavy hammer smashing hard against her nerves labeled "sanity" and "last bit of fantasy about Jiang Zhiyu."

Blood seemed to rush to the top of her head and then receded in an instant, leaving a cold numbness. Her ears were buzzing; Sunny's unbridled laughter and the other members' chaotic exclamations and laughter became distant and blurred.

Her brain struggled to process the information.

Commercial... Jieshi Sanitary Ware... the sponsor Jiang Zhiyu mentioned... he swore at the time it wasn't in the "official filming script"... but this is a commercial... independent behind-the-scenes? A body double? That tribute makeup... that look-alike face...

Im Yoona's fingers holding the phone turned white at the knuckles from the force. The expression on her face was like a knocked-over palette—shock, absurdity, the daze of being struck by lightning, slowly rising anger, and an intense sense of dizziness from "what did I just watch."

Her lips trembled, and her eyes stared fixedly at the TV screen, which had cut back to the host, as if she could see the planner of that commercial through the screen.

In her mind, Jiang Zhiyu's face, which always wore a gentle smile but hid a mischievous light in his eyes, became clearer and clearer. That damn guarantee he made in the meeting room when she ordered him never to mention the "toilet" again... that oath saying there was absolutely nothing in the "official filming script"...

"An... angel... de... scends..." Im Yoona squeezed the words out one by one through her gritted teeth, carrying ice shards.

"Then falls into the toilet..." Her breathing grew heavy.

"Mini Im Yoona..." She suddenly raised her hand, pointing at her own face and then at the TV.

"Stuck in the toilet..." Her voice rose.

"Spinning?!?!" The last word was almost screamed out.

"Jiang... Zhi... yu...?!!!"

Im Yoona bounced up from the sofa, her phone hitting the carpet with a "thwack." her chest heaved violently, her cheeks flushed bright red from anger and extreme shame, and those beautiful eyes were now burning with a fire enough to burn two holes through TG Entertainment's basement (and a certain producer).

"How dare he...! He actually...! Used my face...! Toilet...! Spinning...! And made it into a commercial!! A golden toilet... that's still a toilet!!!"

She remembered those "toilet scripts" Jiang Zhiyu had tried to shove at her before, remembered his solemn guarantees, remembered his endless "creativity"... So this was what was waiting for her! Not through the official series, but with a commercial! In such a widely broadcast, ubiquitous way! To have her, Im Yoona (her face), bound together with a toilet and spinning in such an absurd, brainwashing image!

"I'm going to kill him!!!" Im Yoona frantically messed up her hair, pacing back and forth in the living room like a thoroughly enraged lioness who had lost all her grace, "Now! Right now! Immediately! Where's the Chili Water?! Where's my special enhanced version of Chili Water?!"

"Yoona, calm down, calm down!" Choi Sooyoung tried to comfort her, but she was also trying desperately to stifle her laughter, her shoulders shaking violently.

"Pfft, hahahahahaha!" Sunny was already clutching a pillow and laughing on the sofa, tears streaming down her face, "Jieshi Cyclone Flush System... even naughty angels can be easily sent away... Hahaha! Yoona, you're the 'Naughty Angel' spokesperson from now on!"

"The commercial's special effects... were actually quite exquisite?" Kim Hyoyeon tried to give an objective evaluation, but her distorted expression betrayed her.

Kwon Yuri had already taken out her phone to search for the replay: "I have to record this! This is definitely a historic moment! Yoona, you'll have an innate advantage for endorsing sanitary products in the future!"

"Producer Jiang Zhiyu... really is..." Seohyun pursed her lips, her expression complex, as if trying hard to find the right words to describe this "creativity" and "boldness."

Tiffany looked at Im Yoona with concern: "Oh my, Yoona, your face is so red, are you okay? Do you want some water?"

Im Yoona couldn't hear any of it. She rushed to the TV, staring fixedly at the screen as if she could glare the commercial back. Then she turned abruptly, picked up her phone from the floor, and with fingers trembling from anger, began frantically scrolling through her contacts.

"Jiang Zhiyu... Jiang Zhiyu... you just wait... Explanation? No explanation needed! I'm going to let you experience what it feels like to be flushed down a toilet and spin!!!"

Just as she was about to press the call button, her phone screen lit up, and a new push notification popped up from the official SNS account of "destined kim hyo-soon":

[Heavyweight Preview for 'destined kim hyo-soon' Special Episode: The Angel's Disaster is Not Over Yet! The ultimate solution for the 'Sky Giant Pie' is about to be revealed! More surprise cameos, more hilarious scenes, please stay tuned! Note: Special thanks to 'Jieshi Sanitary Ware' for their strong support of this show's creativity! (Commercial Link)]

Below was a picture: Jang Wonyoung (dressed as a young angel) standing next to the "wreckage" of that three-meter giant pie, hands clasped in prayer, with an expression of indescribable piety and collapse, and behind her, the faint silhouette of a toilet shape (but with a gold rim)...

"..."

Im Yoona stared at that push notification, then at the TV, and then remembered the photo of Jang Wonyoung gnawing on the pie on SNS.

She suddenly felt that her previous experiences of "being hit by a halo," "pedaling a bicycle frantically in the rain," "standing as punishment holding a sign"... and even the more "creativity" that might be coming...

Compared to this ubiquitous, already widely publicized "Toilet Spinning Angel" commercial...

Seemed... maybe... perhaps...

Like they weren't much at all?

(This comparison didn't give her the slightest bit of comfort; instead, it made the fire of her anger burn even more vigorously and desperately.)

"JIANG! ZHI! YU—!!!" In the Girls Generation dorm, Im Yoona's roar, mixed with shame, collapse, and murderous intent, resounded.

This time, the name was burst out from between her teeth completely, clearly, with bone-chilling coldness and overwhelming fury.

It wasn't a question; it was a confirmation, a sentence.

The air in the waiting room dropped completely to the freezing point.

All the members held their breath, sensing that a "storm" more terrifying and real than the "Sky Giant Pie" and the "Toilet Cyclone" was about to descend fiercely upon the real world, centered around Im Yoona.

And the target of the storm, without a doubt, was aimed straight at the producer named Jiang Zhiyu, who might be feeling smug right now about the commercial's effect and his "clever" bypass of his promise.

He was finished.

At this moment, all the members of Girls Generation reached an unprecedented consensus.