When the alarm on Yuran’s cell phone woke her up, she wished she could kick it away. Strictly speaking, she had hardly slept for a few hours.
Barely three hours, all thanks to Bo Yan, this unpredictable man.
That name was like a bolt from the blue, and her drowsiness vanished without a trace as she hurriedly changed her clothes and went out.
The room was quiet, except for the breakfast on the dining table that was still emitting steam.
She walked over with suspicion and was surprised to see a rich variety of breakfast on the table. The master bedroom’s door was open, but there was no one inside.
This was far more thrilling than any horror movie.
To think that Bo Yan, the great actor, would buy her breakfast?
Well, maybe she was overthinking it.
This couldn’t have been delivered by a ghost, could it?
She didn’t dwell on it too much, though. After washing up, she quickly ate her breakfast and left the house, but no matter what, she couldn’t find her keys.
Her memory told her she had a good habit of placing the keys on the shoe cabinet, but now, the empty shoe cabinet also told her that her keys were missing.
Forget it, I’ll look for them when I get back tonight.
"Ranran, I’m here to mooch a class." As soon as Yuran entered the university, Annan caught her, and Yuran looked at her with a bemused smile, letting her come over and take her hand as they walked towards the lecture halls.
"You’re here to ask about the bet, aren’t you?"
Annan stuck out her tongue, "You really can’t hide anything from you, but we indeed have no classes today. I want to experience the learning atmosphere of Diwai."
"You’re going to regret it."
Annan, puzzled, "Why?"
Yuran, "Today’s classes are mostly my major courses. You might not be interested."
Annan shrugged carelessly, "I can sleep on the side."
In the classroom, as soon as the two walked in, they heard a burst of laughter coming from the corner. Their gaze was drawn over, and the small group of people weren’t talking softly; their topic also floated over.
"This M.YU is really too full of herself. Zhou Cheng has created so many popular TV dramas, where does she get her confidence from!"
"Exactly, Zhou Cheng’s songs are catchy and beautifully written. It would be very difficult for the average person to beat him, but the trailer for ’General’s Token’ had a good song in it too."
"Hey, which side are you really on? Anyway, I don’t think this M.YU will beat Zhou Cheng, plus she even initiated contact with Zhou Cheng. Zhou Cheng didn’t even acknowledge her, how embarrassing."
"Right, right, I’ve bet on Zhou Cheng to win, two thousand bucks."
On the side where they were discussing, the crowd dragged M.YU into ridicule for a while and then praised Zhou Cheng before quieting down.
Annan, furious, was about to confront them when Yuran pulled her back, "What are you going to do?"
Annan, with ready fists, "It’s uncomfortable to listen to, I’m going to tell them who will win. How absurd! Even if they don’t think highly of you, they shouldn’t talk behind your back, right?"
Yuran, "It’s nothing. Let’s go, sit in the last row. You should know that his fan base is much larger than mine. Even if his fans say it, there’s really nothing wrong with it."
After Yuran sat down, she smiled slightly, "I am very angry indeed!"
Annan examined her for a while and really couldn’t see any sign of anger, shaking her head, "I can’t tell at all."
Yuran, "Anger doesn’t necessarily have to show on one’s face, right?"
Annan crossed her arms and leaned on the desk, her gaze fixed on the eight large blackboards in front, "Okay then, what are you planning to do?"