After Death, I Became a Superhuman

Anran hurriedly slung her bag over her shoulder and rushed downstairs, waving vigorously at the Didi driver parked at the door. She sprinted into the car at a speed reminiscent of her high school days, slammed the door shut, and immediately started gasping for breath.

"Are you going to Star Dream Culture Media?" the driver asked, turning his head.

"Yes... Hurry, I'm going to be late," Anran replied.

"Alright, buckle up."

The driver started the car with a smile on his face, made a U-turn onto the main road. He seemed to be in a good mood today, humming a tune as he drove.

When he stopped at a traffic light, he couldn't help but speak up, "Going to work?"

"Yes, that's right."

Anran took out a small mirror from her bag and examined her makeup from different angles, doing a final check before appearing at the company.

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She was quite beautiful and had a well-maintained figure. Apart from a few areas that were a bit lacking, she had no other shortcomings.

However, she had overslept a bit today and rushed out of the house in a hurry. It was only when she looked in the mirror that she noticed her normally smooth and shiny black hair seemed a bit frizzy, the creamy foundation had collapsed on her cheekbones, and there was a slight purple smudge extending to the lower part of her eyes.@@novelbin@@