"Mm!"
Bo Yan nodded, acknowledging her. Yuran felt a headache coming on, realizing there were no slippers for Bo Yan to wear, which made the atmosphere awkward again.
This ti, however, Bo Yan didn’t say anything. Just like before, he entered wearing only his socks. Yuran quickly followed him and deliberately served him a bowl of bird’s nest porridge in the kitchen.
Placing it in front of him, "Seventh Brother, did you just co back?"
"No," replied Bo Yan, taking the porridge and glancing at the girl’s face, "How did the competition turn out?"
Upon ntioning this, Yuran perked up a bit, picked up the tablet from the couch, tilted her body slightly, and leaned in his direction. It was an unintentional move, but it distracted Bo Yan a bit.
He fixated on the girl’s earlobes, close enough to touch and jade-like, the color intensity increasing in his eyes.
His gaze shifted to the tablet in Yuran’s hands, and he heard her pleasant voice tinged with a hint of pride, "Seventh Brother, look, I won."
The deadline was at twelve o’clock sharp.
Yuran’s "Bloodstain," total single sales: 656,000 copies, total revenue: 3.28 million, number of clicks: 30 million, listens: 17.89 million.
Zhou Cheng’s "Farewell to You, Farewell to the Past," total single sales: 317,000 copies, total revenue: 1.585 million, number of clicks: 20 million, listens: 13.65 million.
The victory was resounding.
When he was coming from Diyang, the final tally hadn’t been released, but he was sure that this girl wouldn’t lose. He didn’t expect the results to be this impressive.
Seeing the look of pride on her face, a subtle smile flickered in the depths of his eyes—very light, very gentle.
"What are you planning to do with the money from the album sales?"
Their proximity was close, his breath nearly at her ear. Yuran jerked as if burned, her fingers trembling on the tablet, her ears reddening, and then she feigned calmness and pulled back a bit.
Only, she couldn’t see her own face. If she could, she would probably realize how her pretense of composure was so deceiving to herself.
"What’s wrong?" Bo Yan asked, seeing the girl pull away, the smile in his eyes slightly fading, feigning ignorance but noticing her flushed ears, which renewed the depth of his hidden amusent.
"No, nothing..."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yuran was shocked by her voice. What the hell, she actually... stuttered...
Bo Yan the Actor must be toxic!
After taking two deep breaths quickly, Yuran cald her emotions, "It should be donated! Seventh Brother, the crew from ’Hero’ contacted , planning to buy the rights to ’Bloodstain,’ and the fee they offered was quite generous. I intend to donate it all.
This contest was a farce to begin with. I think it’s aningless to keep this money for myself. It’s better to donate it directly to those in need."
Bo Yan never expected the girl to have such a novel idea, but amid his surprise, there was a hint of admiration. The smile in his eyes subdued a little, but it was still evident. Speaking of "Bloodstain," Bo Yan really wanted to ask a question.
"How did you co to write such a song?"
Yuran made a surprised noise, looked up at Bo Yan’s serious expression, hesitated a mont, and said, "Riding the trend."
Bo Yan: "..."
Yuran laughed awkwardly, "Mainly, after watching the promo video, I felt very inspired, and then I wrote the music. My classmate is your fangirl, and watching your promo video, ideas ca pouring out. She quickly penned the lyrics, and we decided to go with it."
"Just like that?" questioned Bo Yan, raising an eyebrow.
For so reason, Yuran felt that she was being shad by his gaze.
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