Her hand was being pulled, and she wanted to break free, but it was to no avail. Yuran gave up, stopped struggling, and let him lead her while she seriously considered where to go for a meal.
A sly glimmer passed through her eyes.
"I heard that there’s a pretty good private dining restaurant near South Gate at Chaolixiang in our school. It’s affordable, has a nice environment, and a rich variety of ingredients. Bo Yan, do me the honor of joining me there!"
Bo Yan might not go to crowded places, and this was just perfect; it was time to hurry out.
Being with him was too stressful.
Contrary to Ruyu’s expectations, Bo Yan nodded, "Alright, let’s go eat at that private dining place then."
No, did you get it wrong? What about your celebrity image?
Indeed, the private dining restaurant was really affordable, as evidenced by the long queue outside, and it seemed most of the patrons were student couples, probably because of the nice environment.
Yuran had wanted to see Bo Yan make a fool of himself, but upon actually seeing so many people, she had a traitorous bout of concern for Bo Yan. She stopped him from walking forward, and he paused, turning his head to look at her.
He raised his eyebrows in inquiry, "What’s wrong? Changed your mind about eating here?"
It had always been Bo Yan dominating the battlefield. If she backed down now, what chance would she have to stand up for herself in the future?
Yuran hadn’t even realized that she had started to subconsciously include Bo Yan in her life plans.
This subtle immersion would come too late for her to notice, but that was a story for another time.
Wanting to save some face for herself, Yuran huffed, "I think there are just too many people."
Bo Yan’s eyes narrowed, his smile almost spilling out, "Are you sure it’s not because you’re worried about me?"
Yuran bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, defending herself, "Absolutely not, I’m worried about myself."
The tone of her voice, insisting she wasn’t hiding anything, felt oddly familiar.
Bo Yan didn’t argue. Not wanting to irritate her, he smoothly followed her lead, "Hmm, excellent suggestion. So, where do you want to eat? Don’t be shy; I’ll take you wherever you want. Anywhere is fine."
In the end, they chose a quiet Western restaurant with very few customers to fill their bellies before they returned to Museli.
As soon as they stepped through the door, Bo Yan was about to discuss joining the crew with Yuran when he received a call from Xie Cheng.
Bo Yan, "You better have something I want to hear, or else you..."
Xie Cheng said with a shudder, "Yuran must have some kind of blessing on her mouth! Damn it... do you know what happened? Zhou Yong managed to fracture his leg just by going to the bathroom.
He must have injured his brain, right? He’s not missing any limbs! This isn’t scientific at all!"
After changing her shoes, Yuran looked up to see Bo Yan staring at her with a contemplative gaze. When he saw her looking, he smiled at her.
Yuran walked straight to the living room, utterly confused, as the notification sound from the official blog rang on her phone.
She casually took out her phone and looked, only to be immediately engulfed in embarrassment.
The notification was for a headline: "Sister Koi’s Blessed Curse Strikes Again, Victim a Certain Investor, The Truth Revealed."
She somewhat understood the meaning behind Bo Yan’s look from earlier. Opening the official blog, she found her DMs already filled to the brim. She scrolled through hundreds of messages but had no interest to continue further.
She swiftly sent off a 10,000 yuan red envelope on the official blog, a lucky draw for ten people.
And as the initiator, she didn’t manage to snag a single one of her own red envelopes.
The netizens this year must have been waiting just to snatch her red envelopes!
Bloodstained Battlefield Asura Sword: Thank you all for the support. It was indeed an accident. Don’t be superstitious; trust in science.