After adding him on WeChat, she glanced at Ji Ruofeng’s Moments.
Apart from a few game results and some study-related pictures, most of them were related to Yun Qiluo.
Even the ten-yuan box lunch Yun Qiluo treated him to a few days ago was flaunted by him from various angles.
As if he was showing off something extraordinary.
Confirmed as Yun Qiluo’s brainless fan.
While eating, Song Shijia casually opened his game results.
No wonder he could carry their Luo Luo in games.
But that familiar ID made her pause for a moment.
She remembered Yun Qiluo telling her before that he was that Jing Jing guy from the livestream.
She also looked at his increasingly familiar WeChat avatar, identical to Ji Shen’s.
She couldn’t help but ask him, "Are you a fan of Ji Shen?"
Ji Ruofeng, upon suddenly hearing this, had his hand, which was attentively serving Yun Qiluo dishes, shake.
The dish fell onto the table.
He quickly apologized, "Sorry, Little Sister-in-law, I’ll clean it up for you."
After cleaning, he vaguely replied, "Ah, sort of."
His expression looked very guilty and awkward, and his eyes started to dart around.
Song Shijia was a bit surprised, didn’t expect someone like Ji Ruofeng, a straight-A student, not only played games well but also followed esports players.
Looks like every guy has an esports dream, huh.
And upon further thinking, since he liked playing games, it seemed only natural.
She had a slightly improved impression of Ji Xiaocao and showed a smile, "I’m also a fan of his."
Song Shijia: As long as you like Ji Shen too, we’re buddies.
Ji Ruofeng stiffened again slightly, laughed dryly, and said, "Is... is that so?"
This reaction made Song Shijia, who was eating, raise an eyebrow and suspiciously glance at her.
What was he awkward about? Could he possibly be one of Ji Shen’s anti-fans?
But anti-fans wouldn’t change their WeChat avatars and game IDs to resemble Ji Shen’s, right? What kind of twisted anti-fan would do that?
Under her gaze, Ji Ruofeng became more uncomfortable, even the roots of his ears hidden under his fringe turned red.
"You... why are you always looking at me?"
Song Shijia: "..." Seriously, you’re a popular guy and you’re afraid of people looking at you?
There are quite a few girls who sneak glances at him during meals, right? How come he’s never blushed before?
Ji Ruofeng hurriedly finished his meal, handed his study materials to Yun Qiluo, and quickly left.
Song Shijia felt puzzled, asked Yun Qiluo, "Luo Luo, what’s up with him?"
Yun Qiluo obediently shook her head, "I don’t know."
Then, munching on the chicken leg Ji Ruofeng bought her, she mumbled, "He’s often , silly."
After what happened a few days ago, Ji Ruofeng dared not let her go home alone again.
Although Yun Qiluo planned to cram her courses these days and didn’t intend to stream or play games, he still came over first thing to escort her to the school gate with Song Shijia.
Even so, today he seemed to be on edge the whole time.
Even his gaze was filled with the words: Do Not Disturb.
He regained the noble school heartthrob image and aura once more.
To this, Yun Qiluo and Song Shijia had the same thought: Did this kid go dumb?
Only when Yun Qiluo saw their car did she wave her hand to bid them goodbye:
"You guys go back! Uncle Driver is right ahead, I won’t be in any trouble!"