Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Sun God, is it not hyped enough for you?” The coach lowered his head and looked at the post that Yang Fei had just sent. Then, he threw his vibrating phone aside.
How could he have forgotten that this person in front of him was the same person who had staked everything to revive Yi Jiming’s ruthless character when he had been the only one left in the team?
Yang Fei replied lightly, “Yeah.”
The coach didn’t say anything. After thinking about it, he took out his phone, opened his Weibo, and followed Qin Ran’s Weibo through Yang Fei’s post.
When he had seen Qin Ran for the first time, he had still been uncertain. But now, he was completely certain who that person was.
Although Yang Fei was indeed impulsive, it was still understandable if it had been for that person.
“Let’s go train.” The coach patted Yang Fei’s shoulder and urged him. “Don’t bring your phone.”
Yang Fei tidied his shirt and wanted to show off to Qin Ran.
He didn’t think he had done anything big and simply went to train lightly.
The coach stared at his back, and before he could sigh, the phone in his pocket started vibrating like crazy.
The people who called him were either elite professional players from another team or a coach from another team.
The moment he picked up, they all asked if the team OST had recruited a new member and if he was even more powerful than Yang Fei.
The coach uniformly answered no, and that it was Yang Fei’s friend.
Very few people believed him.
After several phone calls, the coach sighed. No wonder someone had used the term “eSports star” to describe Yang Fei. His popularity was really frightening.
He didn’t stay idle and went to the studio to deal with the following problems.
**
First Middle School, in class 3.9.
Lin Siran was writing on her physics paper and glancing at Qin Ran from time to time.
Qin Ran was sitting on her chair and had her legs propped up while she flipped through her book casually. She didn’t even raise her head and simply asked, “What do you want to say?”
“Ran Ran, who gave you that fountain pen?” Lin Siran put down her pen and asked quietly.
“Oh, I got it from the school doctor’s office,” Qin Ran answered and glanced over at her. “Why?”
“Oh, nothing.” Lin Siran looked up at Xia Fei, who was writing distractedly and seemed to be in deep thoughts.
They would never have thought that a pen would be so expensive.
Was it made of gold?
Lin Siran felt like if it had been hers, she wouldn’t even bear to touch it in case she wore it out.
Qin Ran’s phone rang. Someone was calling her.
It didn’t have a caller ID, but she recognized the number, so she didn’t pick it up.
The phone rang again.
Qin Ran took her headphone and her mobile phone and then lowered her head and walked out of the classroom towards the bathroom.
She found an unoccupied cubicle and sat on the toilet lid casually.
“What is it?” She put on her headphones and asked in a suppressed voice.
Yang Fei, who was now holding Yi Jiming’s phone, froze at that moment.
He had been quite cool when he posted on Weibo, but now that he was talking to Qin Ran, he felt a little apprehensive.
“God Qin, there’s something.” Yang Fei touched his nose. “I mentioned your Weibo.”
Qin Ran’s eyes squinted sleepily and she responded lightly.
Yang Fei laughed, his delicate face seemingly lit up as he said, unafraid of death, “I told the netizens that you’re a teammate I want to cooperate with.”
Indeed of being ashamed, he was proud.
Qin Ran was speechless.
What the heck?
She hung up very coldly and uninstalled Weibo.
Then, she took out her phone and locked her account as well as Lin Siran’s, so that no hacker could reach her.
Yang Fei handed the phone to Yi Jiming and touched his nose again. “I’ve provoked her. Please help me ask for one day’s leave from the coach after training in the afternoon.”
Yi Jiming knew what Yang Fei was going to do and his eyes lit up. “Can you…”
“No.” Yang Fei rejected him very gently before he finished.
**
Class 3.9.
Lin Siran’s mobile phone had been vibrating nonstop.
The boy in front couldn’t stand it anymore. He turned around, knocked on Lin Siran’s table, and stared at her very seriously. “I beg you to take a look at your mobile phone. Aren’t you afraid of it breaking with all the vibration?”
Lin Siran glanced at him, then took out her phone from under the table.
She realized that it was full of notifications from Weibo.
She had a personal Weibo and only followed a few peers and classmates, so she didn’t have many comments and hadn’t closed her Weibo notifications.
When she opened her Weibo, she was stunned.
Her Weibo had 999+ notifications, 999+ likes, and 999+ new fans.
Lin Siran froze for three seconds before she remembered what she wanted to do. She exited Weibo expressionlessly and then rebooted it after a few seconds.
There were still 999+ notifications.
“What’s wrong?” The boy in front saw that Lin Siran was frozen.
Lin Siran didn’t reply and just clicked on the comments.
“Miss, who is qr?”
“Miss, why is the big boss only following you?”
“Miss…”
Lin Siran went to see Qin Ran’s Weibo following these comments and found that she had 200,000 fans!
Then, she went to Yang Fei’s Weibo from Qin Ran’s profile and was completely dumbfounded.
As an eSports star, Yang Fei had long exceeded a following of eight figures, and his latest post had 130,000 comments and was still increasing.
Then, she found his hot search and realized that the two words “qr” had ranked first in the hot search by everyone’s manual search line.
Whether it was the hot search or an eSports star like Yang Fei, a normal student like Lin Siran simply couldn’t be associated with it.
A student like Meng Xinran coming to Heng Chuan’s First Middle School had already turned the place upside down.
Lin Siran knew Qin Ran was a little different, but she didn’t expect her to actually know Yang Fei himself?
And it seemed like they had a close relationship?
How did Qin Ran know this group of people?
Qin Ran happened to come back from the bathroom, and even though her face was expressionless, the pressure around her was low and the class gradually quietened.
Lin Siran turned and stared at Qin Ran. “Weibo…”
Qin Ran put her headphones on and said calmly, “I’m not close to him, I don’t know how he found my account.”
She talked calmly and seemed unbothered.
But upon close listening, she seemed to be gritting her teeth.
Lin Siran tilted her head, nodded, and returned to her senses.
She naturally didn’t know that her deskmate was not only very close to Yang Fei but was also the creator of the three God cards in his hands.
Lin Siran picked up her phone again and stared at it in a daze.
**
There was a lot of news on Weibo.
The hype surrounding Meng Xinran could be disregarded, but afterward, there was too much hype around OST’s female eSports player.
The official Weibo page of OST posted and showed proof that there was a female player in the first generation of OST players.
Female players hadn’t been included because of someone.
On the other hand, Yang Fei was the undisputed first person in Kyushu Tour.
Be it his three God cards, his personal ability, or how he had led the domestic team to the international competition…
He was an uncrowned emperor in China.
The phrase “better than me” shocked a lot of Yang Fei’s fans.
And it also shocked the professional players in the eSports circle.
Some people picked out the video of Yang Fei when he said he was ranked “second” in hand speed, and speculated if this “qr” was the one who ranked first.
They followed the account qr and didn’t see anything.
It was clearly an account, but it only followed one person, had few fans, and half of them were basically inactive fans.
No traces could be found.
Then, they found out that Yi Jiming and OST’s coach had all followed this account.
As soon as the news came out, several coaches of veteran eSports teams in China and several aces also silently followed this account.
“This person must be the big boss!”
“It’s the first time I saw a retired ace from the first generation. I really want to know who qr is!”
“So qr is really better than Sun God?”
“It’s just my opinion… but does any first-generation fan think that she’s God Qin…”
Because there were few first-generation fans, this comment was drowned out in the comment section.
Within ten minutes.
Much to Qin Ran’s surprise, the two letters “qr” were on the hot search.
The four words “first in hand speed” were also first on the hot search.
The news was so big that everyone’s attention was madly gathered at the phrase “better than Yang Fei”.
It was only when the heat subsided slightly that they reacted to a problem.
So the person Yang Fei had been talking about during the exhibition game that day was the account qr and not Meng Xinran?!
So what had been with the hype afterward?
In particular, Meng Xinran had posted a Weibo mentioning all the team members. None of them responded and Yang Fei had even posted such a message.
Team OST’s official website also posted a clarification on Weibo.
Because of this, Meng Xinran’s post seemed a little ridiculous now.
Meng Xinran’s previous increase in fans had all been Yang Fei’s fans, but now that Yang Fei had personally mentioned the right person, the fans immediately unfollowed her.
They even scolded her for joining the hype in her comment section.
The way Meng Xinran had made use of the hype made them feel disgusted, and the netizens felt like they had been made fools of.
Meng Xinran’s haters rose sharply.
Several entertainment bloggers saw this situation and immediately deleted the Weibo that they had previously posted.
But they couldn’t delete Meng Xinran’s Weibo post. She was the hotspot of netizens’ focus and they had already taken screenshots of the post. If she were to delete it at this time, it would make her seem more guilty.
Meng Xinran received the news.
A friend from Beijing sent her a screenshot.
Previously, she had gained a few hundred thousand fans because of Yang Fei, but now, they had all disappeared.
She looked at the screenshot and clenched her fingers.
Everyone in the class was stealing glances at Meng Xinran.
Meng Xinran pursed her lips and felt her lips turn cold. How could it be her?!
There were only a few female players in OST, and none of their hand speeds were faster than hers!
She glared at the account qr, thought about how she had just mentioned everyone in her post, and felt her face flush red in embarrassment.
She couldn’t stand being glanced at, so she took her sunglasses and went directly to the office to take a leave from Li Airong.
She just happened to see the Physics teacher looking for Qin Ran.
Meng Xinran didn’t look at her and just passed by her.
She wasn’t ridiculing her on purpose, she just didn’t care.
To Meng Xinran, no matter how bad of a situation she was in, she was still better than this kind of person.
**
In the middle of class, the news on Weibo only circulated in a small circle.
It only spread slowly after class in the afternoon.
Qin Ran went directly to the school doctor’s office.
Lu Zhaoying was looking at a boy’s neck in the school doctor’s office. The boy was lying his head on a pillow, seemingly asleep, and Lu Zhaoying was applying ointment on him.
Qin Ran put her bag on the table and Cheng Juan looked up.
“Does your classmate like your fountain pen a lot?” Cheng Juan kept his scalpel and asked slowly.
Qin Ran leaned on the back of the chair and replied vaguely with a rather vexed expression. “Yeah.”
Cheng Juan pulled the drawer open and took out a pen. “It’s the same as yours. Give it to your classmate.”
He thought for a moment, then said seriously, “You don’t have a good temper, so it’s not easy for you to have a friend.”
Qin Ran was speechless.
She recalled how her grandma had often said that she was afraid Qin Ran would be alone after her death.
She felt like they were singing the same tune in different ways.
Outside.
Lu Zhaoying sent the student away.
While talking to Cheng Mu, he scrolled through Weibo. He hadn’t been on Weibo much as he was afraid he would want to punch Meng Xinran.
Someone knocked on the school doctor’s office door.
“Student, we’re closed…” Lu Zhaoying was playing with his phone and looked up, but he froze before he could finish talking.
The person wore a black sweater, a hat on his head, and a mask.
After hearing Lu Zhaoying’s words, he took off his mask and smiled very politely. “May I ask if Qin… erm, is Student Qin Ran here?”
Lu Zhaoying felt like his soul had left his body as he replied, “Qin… Qin Ran, come out!”
