บท 847: Fire Dragon

*Thud*

Qi Zao walked into her bedroom before she fell face flat on the bed. All she felt was a sense of comfort as if her entire body had been disassembled before being put together again. 

"If I still work as a campus reporter, I'll be cursed to date Back-Up 3, marry Back-Up Number 8, and marry again Back-Up Number 12!" Qi Zao swore to herself. Her neck was so sore that she did not want to move at all.

Her dormmate chuckled. "Qi Zao, wake up. You don't have a boyfriend! And you don't even have a back-up!"

"Ouch… I don't even have a back-up? Life is such a pain. I can hardly breathe now…" Qi Zao casually replied, before she turned her body and kicked off her shoes. Then, she saw that her dormmates were dressed nicely. They seemed to be ready to leave. 

"Where are you going, and what are you doing?" Qi Zao's reporter-instinct started functioning again.

"Going to queue up," her best friend answered.