Yuran's round-faced deskmate saw her nearly retching expression, chuckled, and said, "Bo Yan, after all, is the first one in the empire to be revered as a deity. Although others have also been deified since, there's really none who have stood as firm and long as Bo Yan."
Indeed, Bo Yan's total number of fans, according to data published on the Diyang official website, reached 180 million, unrivaled, with hardly any inactive 'zombie' fans; this is because the Diyang website routinely purges inactive accounts. Thus, Bo Yan has the highest number of active fans in the empire.
In other words, his status is unshakeable. As the empire develops, there are countless famous individuals in the circle, but only a rare few are worshipped as deities. The audience's standards are rising, and those in the circle who rose to fame on quick trends are beginning to struggle, unable to suppress the decadence before their fame. To reach the status of a deity is not common.
Being gloriously beautiful is indeed important, yet it's not everything in entering this circle; relying solely on magnificent beauty to rise straight to success is absolutely erroneous.
Back when she had been Fu Yuran, the highest number of fans she counted was barely seventy million, which dropped to sixty-one million after a clean-up. That was her peak, but still not even close to one tenth of what Bo Yan had.
Bo Yan's rank and status were not on the same level as theirs.
One might wonder whether someone standing at the peak of a mountain finds it boring.
Deep inside, Yuran sighed faintly and joked with her deskmate, "Bo Yan's height is exceptionally rare. Throughout the entire empire, few can match him!"
The deskmate nodded in agreement, "That's true. I want to be an agent in the entertainment circle, then strive to become a leading top agent. If I could work at Diyang, that would be wonderful!"
Indeed, such grand ambitions!
The round-faced deskmate was named Annan, who was round and personable, a guaranteed student of the class, nearing the college entrance exams. The entire senior year was murky and oppressive with constant testing, wave after wave, small tests every two days, and major exams every three days, draining everyone by early June.
They all wished they could immediately go home, dive under the duvet, and sleep obliviously through storms unalterable, be it the sky falling or the earth splitting.
Yuran stayed in a hotel for more than a month and often contacted Bo Yan's mother but never once mentioned in front of Bo Yan's mother that Bo Yan had kicked her out of the Platinum Imperial Palace.
She always skirted around it, and Bo Yan's mother even thought that she and Bo Yan got along well.
The apartment previously occupied by her, which belonged to Bo Yan, had never been revisited, and she planned to return all the keys to Bo Yan after graduation.
In the span of a little more than a month, aside from testing, she spent most of her time and energy on revision, practicing problems, and self-testing. She found some time to check online for a small apartment; approximately seventy square meters, not too big, but the location was good, very close to Imperial Capital Foreign Studies University and her current school—a nice fit for living alone.
Because the owner wanted to emigrate and was eager to sell, the price was not driven too high. When she called to inquire, the other party even said the price was negotiable. They agreed to meet at a coffee shop near the apartment. The seller was a very young man, not much older than her age now.
In conversation, she learned that the young man's name was Huo Qi, a graduate from the Diying Media directing program, preparing to continue his studies at a university abroad. Huo Qi jokingly told her, "Your looks would be a good basis to enter the entertainment industry; it's a pity!"
Yuran laughed, "I think I'm more suited for a proper exploration at Diwai."