Song Shijia clicked her tongue: "Although he hasn’t sent you many gifts, he seems like a nice guy. He could be cultivated into a loyal fan."
Yun Qiluo nodded, somewhat understanding. She didn’t know what "loyal fan" meant, but she figured it was all about being a fan.
Song Shijia glanced at the name "Silent Night" again and remarked: "His ID looks familiar, he must be a fan of Ji Shen. Ji Family truly is spread all over the place."
"Who exactly is Ji Shen?" Yun Qiluo asked, confused.
She often heard Song Shijia mention Ji Shen, and occasionally people in the live stream would bring up the name too.
She only knew he was someone very popular, seemingly Shijia’s idol, but didn’t really know who he was.
Whenever Ji Shen was mentioned, Song Shijia’s eyes would light up.
"He’s the ADC for the UT Team, has won two world championships, and is known as the world’s best shooter. He’s incredibly skilled and has great game sense. Plus, I’ve heard he’s super handsome, but he has a cool personality. He always wears a mask during matches, never showing his face, which makes him the dream of all the girls in the eSports world!"
"I’ve even watched his streams, his voice is so good!"
Song Shijia spent half a day passionately promoting her idol, but the young girl still looked at her with a dumbfounded and innocent expression.
Finally giving up, she waved her hand: "Oh well, you don’t watch Honor of Kings matches, nor do you follow the eSports scene, so you wouldn’t know even if I told you."
Yun Qiluo hadn’t expected someone as cool as Song Shijia to have a male idol.
She paused, scrunched her small nose, and seriously thought if she should also find a male idol to admire.
However, after thinking it over, she still felt that the beautiful woman was the best.
No guy could compare to her beautiful woman.
Yun Qiluo didn’t bother with the matter. She looked at the few small gifts in her account and cheerfully sent them to her beautiful woman.
Then went happily to class.
The professor from the morning had learned she came to school in the afternoon and specially came over to check on her.
Perhaps due to the medicine and ginger tea from last night, Yun Qiluo’s tummy wasn’t hurting anymore, and receiving gifts as well had made her feel exceptionally good today.
Recalling that girl from noon, Yun Qiluo took the chance to text Ji Ruofeng.
Once Ji Ruofeng learned the other party wasn’t one of her friends, he decisively refused.
He also played pitiful in his text: [Little Sister-in-law, those girls are so annoying, you better not add them. One added me once and sent me two hundred messages in one day!]
Ji Ruofeng still felt frantic thinking about it — what a concept is two hundred messages! His phone didn’t stop buzzing all day!
Since then, he felt Brother Yan was truly wise, having no girls around him for years except Little Sister-in-law, giving no opportunities to anyone.
Sure enough, Little Sister-in-law has a good personality.
Yun Qiluo was also shocked at the mention of two hundred messages a day.
She went back to speak to that girl.
The reply she received was: [Can you directly give me his WeChat? Rest assured, I won’t tell him it was you who gave it.]
Yun Qiluo was scared the moment she saw her reply, fearing she’d receive a bombardment of two hundred messages once class started.
In a hurry, she did as Song Shijia said, and blocked the girl.
After blocking, she felt a little guilty, it was her first time doing something .
She whispered softly: "She won’t start hating me, will she?"
"It’s fine," Song Shijia clicked her tongue again, "whether you block her or not, she would still hate you."
She understood those girls too well; to them, having Ji Ruofeng’s WeChat and not sharing it was the original sin.