The Koi event within twenty-four hours had beco a trending topic, topping the official Weibo discussions.
The super topic was #IfItAKoi#
The discussion below was full of wishful thinking, the kind that doesn’t go through any brain filters; dreaming about counting money, Yuran woke up to see such a topic and was speechless.
After getting up, washing up, and coming out, she sat at the dressing table, applying skin care products, her heart still felt so pressure. Just then, Annan called, and she vented a little, "Why is everyone so restless nowadays? Always thinking about getting sothing for nothing. Is that even possible?"
Annan laughed on the other end of the phone, "Who made you a Koi? You’ve proved it twice, and people believe in the magic of your words! Your followers have now soared to 260,000, Ranran, I’m worried that the dia and unscrupulous influencers will dig up your information."
Annan hadn’t ntioned it, and Yuran had truly not thought about it, but now that it was brought up, Yuran felt panicked, "It shouldn’t be that bad, right? I’m just a nobody!"
"But the level of discussion you’ve triggered in these twenty-four hours is just too hot. Wuxin’s deeds, people with ulterior motives don’t think that way! You have value for consumption!"
Yuran sighed, "That really makes feel wronged!"
She had never thought about using the official account to gain attention for herself, but inadvertently, one thing had led to another, and now those with intentions were eyeing her, which made things difficult for her. When she was Fu Yuran, she had her own network.
But now was not the ti to use it, not yet at that point.
The face of Bo Yan suddenly flashed through her mind, and Yuran shuddered inwardly, criticizing: Even if I ask him for help, he might not be willing to do it!
"Ranran, are you listening?" Annan asked after she had not responded for a long ti.
Yuran: "I’m listening, it’s alright, I think it should be fine. Let’s leave it at that, I won’t make any comnts. Let this wave of popularity fade, and if there’s no trouble, we’ll see!"
"I could..."
"There’s no need, Annan! So things, you have to face on your own!"
Yuran knew what Annan wanted to say, but without waiting for her to finish, she interrupted her. The two chatted casually for a few more sentences before hanging up.
When she went downstairs, Bo Yan’s mother and Bo Yan were already waiting in the dining room. Yuran felt sowhat embarrassed walking over, "Auntie, Bo Yan, sorry for oversleeping!"
Bo Yan’s mother smiled, served her a bowl of porridge, handed her a plate of side dishes and a bun, "It’s okay, we have just arrived!"
Bo Yan’s brow twitched, just arrived?
Yuran imdiately saw the hesitation in Bo Yan’s eyes and felt even more embarrassed, "Auntie, Bo Yan, from now on, you don’t have to wait for for als. Really, I usually get up quite late!"
"Mm!" Bo Yan responded tersely.
Bo Yan’s mother kicked Bo Yan under the table and smiled at Yuran, "Ranran, don’t listen to him. Your godmother loves waiting for you so we can eat together!"
Yuran: "..."
Bo Yan, who got kicked inexplicably, his face dark and scary: "..."
"Ranran, do you have any plans for today?" Bo Yan’s mother watched the girl’s pale fingers pinch the bun, nibbling it in small bites. Dressed in a floral maxi dress, she looked tall and glamorous, her straight black hair cascading over her shoulders like an erect lily, with an almost refreshing allure.
Yuran replied with her cheeks puffing up, "My class is having a reunion today at Jinding Grand Hotel."
Bo Yan’s mother quickly said, "Have Bo Yan give you so money!"
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