Qin Yulong chuckled: "Really? You're working so hard?"
Wen Yan glared at Qin Yulong: "Otherwise what? Did I look like I was acting just now? I was very serious, okay? If I'm going to do something, I'll do it to the best of my ability!"
"I know." Qin Yulong smiled again, her tone slightly indulgent. "Fans have sharp eyes; they even found out where you study and said they'd wait for you at the school gate."
"They're ambushing me? I've never seen them ambushing me before. What happened?"
"Look for yourself, they've been provoked."
Wen Yan then took the phone that Qin Yulong handed over.
"Holy crap, forget about them, I'm getting worked up myself. Let's get them!"
"What's going on? How are we going to do this?"
"You'll find out tomorrow. Let me tell you, we'll do this and that, and then we'll do that and that again."
Qin Yulong: "...So what does 'this' and 'that' mean?"
Wen Yan handed the phone back to Qin Yulong, then waved her hand dismissively: "You'll find out when the time comes."
The next morning, Wen Yan and her assistant went to the school gate with two large bags of soy milk and fried dough sticks.
She usually dresses very simply when she enters the school, and a mask and hat are essential items for her. No one has ever recognized her when she walks on the street.
But today she wasn't even wearing a mask, and just walked casually toward a small group of people at the school gate. At first, they didn't recognize her.
It wasn't until she spoke up and said, "Hello, I think I heard you mention my name earlier. Were you waiting for me?"
"Ahhh, Wen Yan! It really is Wen Yan!"
It wasn't until this point that the seven or eight fans who had huddled together realized what was happening.
"Actually, I thought you looked a bit like us just now, but I wasn't sure you were coming towards us."
"Ah, it really is you, what a surprise!"
"Let's not get so excited," Wen Yan said, noticing everyone's voices rising involuntarily. "This is a public place, after all, so we should be mindful of our behavior. There are a few chairs up ahead; let's talk over there."
From the moment Wen Yan appeared, people were already recording videos with their phones.
Wen Yan did not refuse, but instead joked:
"My agent told me yesterday that you guys were going to wait for me, so I got up early today to put on some light makeup. How is it? I think I look pretty good on camera. Did I not disappoint you?"
"Absolutely stunning! So incredibly beautiful!"
"A fairy has descended to earth!"
"Haha, thank you, thank you, but that feels a bit exaggerated. By the way, it's fine to take videos and photos now, but can we please not call for more people? It's just the few of us, okay? It's not good to have a good impression at the school gate, and it might affect other people's studies. Besides, I have class later, so I can probably only stay with you guys for a few minutes."
"good!"
"We'll all listen to you, Yan Yan!"
"Whatever you say, sister."
"Great, I love how cooperative you all are. By the way, have you had breakfast yet? I didn't know how many of you came, so I bought ten servings of soy milk and fried dough sticks. Do you want some?"
As she spoke, Wen Yan picked up the plastic bag in her hand and placed it on the bench.
"I haven't eaten yet, and I don't know what to buy. I just happen to be craving soy milk and fried dough sticks today. I just checked, and there are about seven or eight of us, so ten servings are just enough for me and my assistant."
"Ahhh, am I going to have dinner with Wen Yan? Oh my god, I'm so excited! I'm going to make this a day in my history."
"No, no, no," Wen Yan chuckled, "It's just breakfast, nothing special."
As she spoke, she took out a serving of soy milk and fried dough sticks and handed them to the fan who had just spoken.
Twenty minutes later, news of Wen Yan squatting by the roadside to eat soy milk and fried dough sticks with fans and chat with them quickly became a trending topic.
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