How Do Anime Studios Apply Thermogravimetry In Merchandise Quality Control?

My company hosts an appreciation gala to thank long-time clients. I go to the company's cold storage to retrieve the batch of wine just flown in from overseas when a stream of comments suddenly appears before my eyes. "That was close! She almost caught Daisy covered in red wine and looking all seductive. Good thing Tristan reacted fast and hid her in the freezer." "Can Scarlett just leave already? Look how cold Daisy and Tristan are. They are shivering. What if they catch a cold?" I pause mid-step, my gaze landing on the freezer behind me. Red wine is dripping out, and a piece of fabric is caught in the door. On it, I see the motif I personally sew onto my fiancé's clothes. Just then, the comments appear again. "Tristan plays it cool, claiming he is all about platonic love and staying chaste for Daisy. What a touching romance!" I smirked coldly. The platonic act is fake. The truth is he's cheating on me. Without a word, I turn around and toss the clothes they leave on the floor into the trash. Then, I lock the cold storage door and call the boss, who is in the middle of giving a speech. I exclaim over the phone, "A thief broke into the company! I locked them in the cold storage. Please bring some men and come over quickly!"

Poppy died from exhaustion at work, lying helplessly on her cold desk. She died a virgin who had never been with a man, leaving behind many regrets, and because of those regrets, she was given a second chance. When Poppy opened her eyes again, she found that she had transmigrated to another world. She was overjoyed and intended to find a handsome man in this new world. However, all of Poppy's hopes were shattered when she realized that this world was in the midst of an Apocalypse! [Welcome to the Virgin Survival Guide System!] [To survive in this frozen world, the Host must seek warmth from the affection of others. If the Warmth Meter reaches zero, the Host will die.] Poppy was stunned, not only did she have to survive in the middle of a frozen world, but now her life was also in danger!

In my family, everything was decided by a blind box draw. Even on the day my twin sister and I were born, my parents used a blind box to decide who would be the older and younger sibling. My sister, who was born four minutes before me, drew 'The Beloved Little Daughter'. I drew 'The Responsible Elder Sister'. For 18 years, my parents would place two blind boxes in front of us for everything—from picking our bedrooms and clothes to deciding who got the chicken drumstick. I always ended up drawing things like 'Clean the Entire House' or 'Eat the Chicken Wing Tips'. Meanwhile, my sister always got 'The Latest Princess Dress' or 'Secret Edition: Family Vacation'. Whenever I felt upset, my parents would always say, “That’s fate. Whatever the blind box gives you, you have to accept.” That was until my 18th birthday. My parents brought out the blind boxes again. This time, I drew 'The Right to Attend College'. My younger sister, the girl who had been spoiled and cherished her entire life, drew 'Work in a Factory'.

My roommate, Keith Kavanaugh, calls himself the "Holy Son of Frost". On the very first day we meet, he insists that the air conditioner in our dorm room must stay on until October, and the temperature can never go above 50°F. He claims, "A mystic says I'm the Holy Son of Frost, so I have a rare physique. I can only live in cool environments of 50°F at most." He even starts live-streaming, and his "special condition" instantly attracts a huge following. Meanwhile, I'm sitting right in front of the AC vent, so I'm shivering all over from the cold. I quickly turn the temperature up, but he immediately turns it back down and even locks the remote in his cabinet. "We're all educated college students here. Why are you so selfish?" he questions. Faced with his unreasonable accusation, I hold back my anger and try to reason with him. "We're in the north region. The weather here is cool enough in September. There's no need to set the AC this low. But if you insist, I can switch spots with you…" Keith cuts me off impatiently, "Are you crazy? Who sleeps right in front of the AC vent? What if I get sick from it? No one else has a problem. Why are you the only one making a fuss? Let me warn you—I'll melt from the heat. If you make me uncomfortable during my stay, I'll have you kicked out!" I realize there's no reasoning with him, so I plan to contact the dorm counselor to switch rooms. But Keith beats me to it! He goes to her first, records a video, and even posts it online. He accuses me, a local student, of being selfish and bullying him, someone who is from out of town. Just then, a new post suddenly appears on the campus forum. The poster writes, "My roommates are too wasteful. One guy washes his hair every day, and he even uses running water. He even takes a shower after every training session! Meanwhile, I can wash my whole body with just one damp towel. "And the worst part of this is that they want to kick me out after I made an itemized bill to split expenses. These cheapskates are always taking advantage of me. I'm looking for a high-quality dorm to take me in." My eyes light up instantly. He's the one!

My boyfriend’s childhood sweetheart had bound a transfer system to me, causing the cool air around me to automatically converge on her. From then on, her family no longer had to pay for air conditioning. They even made a fortune by selling the cool air at a low price, thanks to this supernatural arrangement. When I explained the situation to my boyfriend, he was lying in his childhood sweetheart’s arms while eating an ice pop. He looked at me as if I were an idiot. “Your family is so poor that you can’t even afford to run the AC. Instead of looking at yourself, you came up with such a ridiculous excuse.” Later, I installed three air conditioners at home, but it did not help at all. In the end, I literally baked to death in an air-conditioned room at 60 degrees Fahrenheit. By the time I was discovered, I had turned into a dried corpse. Even after my death, my boyfriend still tried to profit off my misfortune. He became an internet sensation as the “first person to discover a dried corpse in an air-conditioned room.” He went on to live the life of a rich influencer with his little sweetheart. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the very day his little sweetheart had bound the transfer system to me. Knowing the future ahead, I immediately booked a reservation at the nearest sauna to escape the heat!

On our wedding anniversary, my husband, Ethan Pascal, who had never bothered to cook, made a table full of dishes for me. With every bite I took, he would ask for feedback and note it down attentively. At one point, Ethan went to the bedroom to answer a phone call from his assistant, Cecil Greene. Meanwhile, I grabbed the notebook he had left behind on the table. It contained countless details that had nothing to do with me at all. [The green beans are a bit undercooked - Cecil won't like them.] [The mushrooms are a bit too salty. Make sure not to add too much salt when making them for Cecil.] [The mutton is too gamey. Try using beef instead.] When he returned and saw me reading his notebook, he immediately told me off, "Did I say you could touch my belongings?" Just as I was about to say something, I felt a terrible throbbing pain in my head. His figure began to duplicate in my eyes. "Ethan, I don't feel so good. I think it's because the green beans weren't cooked properly..." "Alright, I'll have to write that right now. I'll try to grill them a little longer when I cook them for Cecil." With that, he ignored me and walked off toward the door while scribbling something in his notebook. "I'm heading out for a bit. I'm sure your immune system is strong enough. Just take some medicine, and you'll be fine." Before I passed out, I tried to call him again, only to get told off by him, "What's the problem? It's not like you're dying! Call me if you die!" "Ethan Pascal, I will never call you again."