Chapter 601: Idol Effect – Part 3
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
After all, it had been nearly five months since the start of the school year, and the students in the class were almost all familiar with each other. Suddenly seeing a new unfamiliar face, and one that was so beautiful at that, how could it not attract attention?
“Hey, have you guys noticed, she looks kind of familiar?”
“Damn, isn’t that the Goddess Yan?”
“The Goddess Yan is actually my classmate now?”
“But wait, wasn’t the Goddess Yan in her second year of high school before?
This year should be her senior year, why is she here at the university?”
“No, who is she? Do you all know her?”
“Are you not into gaming? If you’re not, then it’s no wonder you don’t recognize the Goddess Yan.”
“But do you remember last year’s National Youth Computer Competition? She was the leader of the championship team, single-handedly defeated computer experts from across the country, and propelled Zhide High School to become the biggest dark horse of the year.”
“And, and, in all the competitions last year, anything she participated in, she absolutely ranked first…”
In the classroom, there were various hushed conversations and explanations going on. People who knew Nan Yan were introducing her to those who didn’t.
Then, those who were informed looked at Nan Yan with shock and amazement.
Soon, most of the class came to know her in this way.
Seeing this scene, Zong Jinqi couldn’t help but marvel at Nan Yan’s popularity.
“Yanyan, you have quite a few fans,” he remarked.
Nan Yan casually replied, “I didn’t realize…”
It had been a long time since she had last live-streamed, and she had been out of the public eye for over half a year. She hadn’t expected that so many people still remembered her.
“It’s a good thing. A good idol can guide their fans to positive endeavors. I believe you have that ability too,” Zong Jinqi said.
Zong Jinqi wasn’t narrow-minded. He didn’t think that students idolizing others or engaging in activities unrelated to their studies was necessarily unproductive.
As the class continued, it was evident that all eyes remained fixated on Nan Yan, with students either tweeting or engrossed in their phones. Some even discreetly snapped photos of her.
Just then, amidst the buzz, Nan Yan’s phone rang, signaling a call from An Xiran.
Amidst the attention and the flutter of whispers, Nan Yan excused herself to answer the call..