Because Fu Yang had previously cosplayed as White Fox, combined with his variety show appearances and the buzz from being the top scorer in the middle school exams, he attracted quite a number of fans.
Just in terms of active followers, Fu Yang could be considered a second-tier male celebrity.
Fans gathered together, changed their profile pictures to "Refuse to Star in No-Na Movies," and flooded Fu Yang’s social dia comnt sections.
"You dazzled our tis, we will definitely protect you forever."
"Shu Wan, stop persecuting Lin Yang imdiately, boycott Shu Wan using a child to boost the popularity of no-na movies."
"How could you deceive such an innocent child, are you bullying Lin Yang because he doesn’t have a biological mother? We millions of fans are Lin Yang’s support!!!"
Coincidentally, that afternoon, reporters snapped photos of Fu Yang and Shu Wan having an argunt, with Fu Yang storming off in a huff.
The fans felt even more that Shu Wan had upset Fu Yang and the boycott group got even stronger.
Back at the Estate, even though he was ho, Fu Yang was still giving Shu Wan the cold shoulder over the issue of wearing long johns.
In Shu Wan’s view, long johns are close-fitting and invisible when worn inside, if such intimate design had existed in ancient tis, it definitely would have been exclusive to the Imperial Palace, so she couldn’t understand why Fu Yang was so resistant.
However, Fu Yang felt that at his young age, wearing long johns made him seem elderly, it wasn’t just long johns, it was his pride, and he’d rather die than wear them.
"Aren’t you cold?"
Shu Wan slightly furrowed her brows. Although there was floor heating indoors, the mont the cold wind blew outside, Shu Wan, despite wearing so much, still felt chilly.
"Of course I’m not cold, I’m very warm."
Just then, a gust of cold wind blew, and Fu Yang felt as if every pore on his body had been soaked in ice water, chilling him to the bone; he even paused mid-sentence.
Shu Wan reached out and touched the back of Fu Yang’s hand, cold as ice, no doubt he was cold.
"You must wear them."
Shu Wan made a final decision.
"I won’t," Fu Yang continued to resist.
"I rember, you still have the last two matches to advance to Peak War God."
"....."
ntioning this made Fu Yang angry.
Originally, he had made a deal with Shu Wan that if his middle school exam scores were higher than hers, Shu Wan would help him reach Peak War God in the ga.
But Shu Wan’s score was nearly perfect, how could Fu Yang possibly score higher than her.
He lost the bet, but still ca up with several excuses to have Shu Wan help him in the ga.
Considering Fu Yang was the top scorer in the middle school exams, Shu Wan helped him advance.
But the rank achieved by proxy was sothing Fu Yang couldn’t handle on his own; lately, he had played nearly a hundred matches just to barely maintain his rank from a month ago.
For the remaining two promotion matches, Fu Yang didn’t dare to touch them because the current competition was a clash of the world’s top players, and Fu Yang had no ability to compete.
Now that Shu Wan offered to help, Fu Yang wavered.
If wearing long johns ant wearing them, they were invisible on the inside anyway. But being Peak War God was visible to all players in the server—what glory that would be.
Fu Yang nodded, "Okay, it’s a deal."
"Go change now."
"Okay, just make sure you get there."
With the incentive of the rank, Fu Yang ran upstairs quite eagerly.
In no ti, Fu Yang ca back to the yard, lifted one side of his trouser leg to show Shu Wan, "I did wear them as required, you’d better not"
Before he could say "back out", Shu Wan suddenly crouched down and adjusted the trouser legs that Fu Yang hadn’t tucked into his socks.
The cold wind could no longer find a gap to directly penetrate the skin, indeed making it much warr.
Fu Yang watched Shu Wan in a daze; maybe it was the heat that made his ears start to faintly turn red.
After Shu Wan adjusted both trouser legs, she stood up, "Let’s go have dinner, your dad isn’t coming ho for dinner tonight."
"Really?"
Hearing that Fu Siyu wouldn’t be coming ho for dinner, Fu Yang imdiately cheered up, "Let’s go, let’s go."
These past few days, because Fu Siyu was at ho, Fu Yang hadn’t been able to properly enjoy a al. Today, he could finally relish his dinner, the housekeeper had even instructed the kitchen to prepare all of Fu Yang’s favorite dishes.
After finishing the al, Fu Yang was quite happy, but then his mood soured when he saw his phone.
The screen was full of boycott ssages, and various demands made in the na of love.
They demanded he play fewer gas, demanded he study hard and not act in films, demanded he be wary of Shu Wan.
"Psht."
Fu Yang never mingled in fan circles, so these people seed especially bizarre in his eyes.
Seeing more and more boycott comnts from fans, Fu Yang simply closed the comnt section and private ssage function, then posted a new update.
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