Under the official Weibo of Bloodstained Battlefield Asura Sword, a bunch of netizens went crazy.
[▼ Riding a donkey, bumping into a traffic copッ: Sister Koi, I wish for such accidents every day. Your mouth must be blessed, since your debut, without a single miss.]
[ぐ Single song on loop゛: Yeah, yeah, yeah, Sister Koi, I also hope for activities like grabbing red envelopes every day. As a loyal fan who snatched two red envelopes, I’m genuinely hopeful.]
[Carrying a cannon to bombard the school°: Sister, I’ve always believed in science, but after meeting you, I’ve become superstitious, and I won’t change, I’ll continue to be superstitious.]
[Gathering, gathering, period: +1 to the above, since meeting Sister, I hope to be superstitious every day.]
Since Yuran posted that status update, there have been over a hundred thousand comments below, all uniformly declaring they’ll turn to superstition, unwavering in their belief, not even Buddha’s compassion could save them, only superstition could rescue their absurdity.
Yuran’s eye corner twitched. No way, did she commit some sin? How did this misunderstanding become as deep as a chasm?
She posted another status update.
Bloodstained Battlefield Asura Sword: Don’t be superstitious. Don’t be superstitious. Believe in science. Science is the only path that can lead you to the peak of life, boys and girls, don’t fall.
No, no, no, following you can’t be falling. It’s called being far-sighted.
Yuran dared not post any more status updates.
Bo Yan, who was standing at the entrance hall, was still listening to Xie Cheng’s endless rambling, "This has developed into a social event, you know? Based on these few statements from Yuran, the heat won’t drop, and the fans are huge. Aren’t you worried that the higher-ups will take her back for dissection and research?"
Bo Yan narrowed his eyes, "Who would dare?"
Xie Cheng was choked up, "Alright then, blessing in disguise. You don’t even have to make a statement. Whether it’s a coincidence or she really has a blessed mouth, this matter, you’re off the hook. Yuran’s national recognition is too high, and her influence is quite widespread.
Anyway, your popularity has gone down. The hottest topic is actually Zhou Yong’s broken leg.
Incredible topics, wait, isn’t your little one spending too lavishly? Red envelopes of a hundred thousand, fifty thousand, ten thousand, just flying out. Is her inheritance meant for her to squander?"
"Spending your family’s money?" Bo Yan squinted his eyes, displeased.
"That’s not the case." Xie Cheng fell silent for a moment, "But who can afford such spending?"
Bo Yan, "Don’t worry about it, I can support her."
Xie Cheng: "...Fine, fine, fine, I’m just being nosy."
"You are indeed being nosy," Bo Yan said.
Xie Cheng felt upset, "I’ve followed you for so many years, no merit but also no lack of hard work, right? You turn your face so fast, does Yuran know? Last month, I went to Mount Putuo to pray for your well-being, was that in vain?"
Bo Yan was taken aback, "You took half a day off to Mount Putuo for me?"
Xie Cheng, "What else then?"
Bo Yan, "I thought you went seeking solace because you were restless."
Xie Cheng nearly spat blood, "Did you feed your degree to the dogs? If you don’t know how to use words properly, don’t use them at all, okay?"
Oh? What’s that supposed to mean?
Xie Cheng, "Four days later, we’re joining ’Glory With You, Unmatched.’ Mention it to Yuran on the side."
"Alright, hanging up."
"Wait." Xie Cheng interrupted Bo Yan, "Will I pick you up at Museli, or are you guys going separately?"
Bo Yan, looking over at Yuran sitting on the sofa in the living room, his thin lips curling up in a smile, said, "We’ll go in two batches."
"Why? Can you bear it?" Xie Cheng sneered.
"Can’t bear it!" Bo Yan admitted candidly, "but I don’t want my relationship to lead to her being prematurely judged."