"Wow... Yuran is confronting Zhou Cheng head-on! Well, that takes courage!"
"Hey, don’t you think this Yuran is a bit too prideful? After all, Zhou Cheng is a senior in the industry. He already offered a way out; why make things so ugly? What’s the goal here, to gain attention?"
"I don’t really get what the person above is saying. We’re all just onlookers, who knows what’s at stake behind the bet? Is it that if someone throws shit on your face and then apologizes, you’re expected to happily accept it?"
"I’m not a fan of anyone, but Miss Yuran gets points in my book."
"Zhou Cheng might be a senior in the circle, but his attitude before was problematic too! There’s definitely a story here, I guarantee it."
"Who knows if Yuran is using this opportunity to make her debut? With these series of moves, maybe she has a powerful sponsor backing her?"
"With a face as beautiful as a flower, and a temperament like a vixen, who couldn’t she seduce?"
After Yuran confronted Zhou Cheng, online opinions varied—sour comments, curses, support, admiration. Yuran briefly scanned through them but didn’t engage.
With a heavy academic load, who has time to worry about these people’s feelings?
And having been in the industry for many years, if she didn’t have a strong heart, she would have no idea how many times she might have fallen into depression.
The number of Yuran’s classmates who knew about her being Yuran was neither small nor large. They were some of the earliest to know; almost as soon as Bai Leyao spoke out, everyone got the news.
Yuran’s name dropped into the search rankings right alongside Yuran.
As more and more students filled the classroom and gathered around her, Yuran found the situation somewhat amusing. The relationships with her classmates seemed pretty harmonious.
At least, no one gave her any snide remarks. Instead, people were more concerned, asking, "Yuran, are you sure you’re okay with this?"
"Yuran, that Zhou Cheng, with all his messy scandals before, you shouldn’t get involved with that sort of person. You’ll be at a disadvantage. Just one look at his slick appearance and you can tell he’s no good."
Yuran paused, surprised by such a description.
What astonished the classmates more was the sudden emergence and popularity of Yuran’s other identity, M.YU. Suddenly she appeared, and just as quickly became famous.
Then, all of a sudden, she became their classmate.
Even those who had discussed Yuran before felt somewhat embarrassed and awkwardly came over to apologize.
Yuran didn’t take their words to heart and laughed it off, saying she didn’t mind. This eased their minds and improved their impression of her.
Later, the counselor had a talk with Yuran. The creed and regulations of Diwai were comparable to those of Imperial University; no matter what activities you’re involved in off-campus, it’s best not to skip classes, and not to let personal affairs outside affect your studies—otherwise, the school wouldn’t issue a graduation certificate.
Since her enrollment, Yuran’s professional grades had been good, and her admission scores placed her at the top of the pyramid. Her professors liked her quite a bit.
So after the counselor talked with her, they weren’t too worried, it was just a reminder to gauge Yuran’s mindset.
The entertainment industry is flashy and extravagant. Yuran is young, and the counselor was worried that she might become blinded by it all, but fortunately, after their conversation, they discovered Yuran wasn’t that kind of person.
She knew what she wanted, and at this stage, what was more important to her.
The counselor let her go back to class with satisfaction and peace of mind.