Chapter Two: The Price of Going Viral

The bear nodded, then slowly shook its head. On a new page it drew seven musical notes—six empty, the last colored silver. COMPLETE THEM. GIVE EVERYTHING BACK. “Where are they?” WHERE THE MOST DREAMS ARE. Xinghe almost laughed from anger. “The tour isn't a concert. Someone is using crowds to feed you.” Applause came from the door. Zhou leaned against the frame. “People sleep, you get songs, Mianmian survives. Three winners are rare in any bargain.” “What about the forgetting?” Wanzhao asked. “Living requires forgetting.” Xinghe swung at him, but Mianmian stepped between them. Its body was surprisingly light. It fell against a case, cracking the mascot head.