My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 251: The Bored Movie King

Chapter 251: Chapter 251: The Bored Movie King

Yuran Xiaoxiao, didn’t pick up the conversation, the great thing about classmates is that, despite her certain level of fame, everyone still didn’t feel she had changed. So, after listening to everyone’s discussion, she smiled and said.

"You guys might have some misunderstandings about Director Lin Zhan."

Someone leaned in, "Is Director Lin Zhan very... fierce?"

"If it’s constant NGs, possibly," Yuran deadpanned, although she hadn’t experienced it herself.

Everyone was taken aback by the chilling thought, feeling like there was some misconception. However, they quickly cast aside the topic because they saw an even more interesting phenomenon.

A classmate grinned and handed Yuran their phone, "Who is this ’My Kid Needs a Leash’? Your hardcore fan, right? They’re actually taking it so seriously, replying to people one by one. They must really love you."

"Huh?" Yuran was puzzled and leaned in to look, indeed seeing a netizen with that username.

My Kid Needs a Leash replied to Walking in the Dark Till Dawn: Although I find you annoying, I also feel it’s a bit of an insult to grasshoppers. What do you even look like, daring to claim so confidently you can take Yuran’s place?

My Kid Needs a Leash replied to Graceful in the High-rise: Brains are a good thing, save them and you can still use them. And talking about graduating from Second Normal? If you went out to teach, wouldn’t you be afraid of biting your own tongue?

My Kid Needs a Leash replied to Beauty Attracts Money Like Butterflies: Just by looking at this ID, I can tell you’re a broke loser. Aside from wasting saliva online to feel some sense of existence, you’re just a social tumor, aren’t you?

With the ID My Kid Needs a Leash, every single comment against Yuran got a reply, even if someone continued to insult him, his pace was still even-tempered, his insults clean yet cutting.

And no matter how you looked at it, they seemed like a super interesting person.

The students of the Arabic Language Department were all abuzz, with many girls surrounding Yuran from all directions, grinning and pressing her to spill the beans about this fan, who would tirelessly hit back at each and every barbed comment.

They have way too much free time on their hands!

Yuran was completely baffled; she genuinely didn’t recognize this ID, and it didn’t seem like someone she knew.

She hadn’t seen this ID appear under her official Weibo before, could it be someone who had recently become a fan?

"I don’t know this fan."

"What, you don’t know?" The classmates felt very disappointed. If she didn’t know them, why were they going to such lengths?

Not just the classmates, even Yuran was shocked by these moves.

Because the ID, My Kid Needs a Leash, kept on replying to comments. Yuran headed home after class, and it was past midnight when she still saw him replying to people who insulted her. She felt a bit guilty and sent a private message from her M.YU main account.

Hi, this is M.YU, thanks for defending me on the official Weibo, but these things are endless, please rest early, thank you.

In Yuran’s eyes, the person with too much free time was, at that moment, on an overseas filming site, his face gloomy as his fingers flew across the keyboard replying to messages, while Xie Cheng watched him for a long time.

The filming went smoothly today, and Bo Yan, the superstar, was the first to finish his scene, but his co-star wasn’t up to par, constantly causing delays. The director had to let him rest first, but during these seven or eight hours of rest, he only saw Bo Yan repetitively tapping on his phone.

He couldn’t help but wonder when Bo Yan had become so addicted to his phone? With that brooding face, it didn’t look like he was chatting with Yuran. There were very few people who dared to offend him; could it be that Yuran had dumped him?

Thinking this, he suddenly felt an urge to laugh, the kind that delighted in another’s misfortune. Stealthily, he walked over, stretching his neck to look, and the first thing that caught his eye was Bo Yan’s slender fingers typing on the screen. He squinted and didn’t see what was being typed.

It wasn’t until Bo Yan sent the message that he saw it was a reply to a comment on the official Weibo.

Xie Cheng frowned, a bit gritting his teeth in thought. He had previously let this person manage his official social media account, but he had always been unwilling. Now, posting all sorts of nonsense on the official account, he better not bring any trouble upon him.

With this thought, Xie Cheng quickly took out his phone to check Bo Yan’s official social media.

He had set special alerts for Bo Yan’s posts, so he would receive a notification whenever Bo Yan posted on the official account. But when he checked his phone, there were no updates from Bo Yan’s account, not a stir.

He didn’t give up hope and waited a while longer, but still, no reaction.

Now, he couldn’t contain his curiosity at the bottom of his heart. He leaned a bit closer towards Bo Yan, but just as he extended his neck, he was stopped by Bo Yan’s fierce glare. Xie Cheng coughed awkwardly, "Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t mean anything by it."

Bo Yan’s gaze was ice-cold. Xie Cheng automatically kept his distance, "Bo Yan, what are you posting? Don’t just post anything on your official account."

"I’m not."

"Then what are you posting?" Xie Cheng asked persistently.

"Nothing."

Xie Cheng: "..."

Just when he thought that he would probably spend the whole day in this dull atmosphere, Bo Yan suddenly curved his lips upward. Xie Cheng didn’t know what he saw, but Bo Yan’s entire demeanor changed in an instant.

Bo Yan stopped attacking others and saw a private message from Yuran; he replied with a message back.

[I’m your super fan; I can’t stand to see someone bully you. Don’t worry about it, I have plenty of time to help you fight back against people.]

Yuran hadn’t expected the other party to reply, and amidst her puzzlement, what she felt was another kind of helplessness. She chuckled and replied.

[Wasting time on such insignificant people isn’t worth it. Don’t take it to heart, I’m not losing a piece of flesh over it.]

[That won’t do, it bothers me.]

Seeing this response, Yuran felt something was off and didn’t want to reply, but then the other person sent another message.

[There really aren’t many idols I like; you are the first. Please understand a fan’s determination to protect their idol, don’t take it to heart.]

[Thanks.] After replying with these two words of gratitude, Yuran didn’t bother further, ignoring any follow-up replies from the other person.

Bo Yan, sitting until his neck felt sore and limp, was no longer so angry. He tossed his phone to Xie Cheng, "There’s a bunch of people insulting Yuran online, go fight back. If you can’t handle it yourself, find me some internet mercenaries. Make sure the trolls don’t even recognize their own parents anymore."

After a few fumbles, he finally steadied the phone in his hand, only to hear such a sentence, prompting him to look bewilderedly at the phone screen. When he saw the ID name, the corners of his mouth twitched, "So, you’ve spent these seven or eight hours just arguing with people online?"

Bo Yan naturally replied, "What else would I be doing?"

Xie Cheng’s face turned as dark as charcoal, "Bo Yan, you really are... incredulously childish."

"I graciously accept your praise, thank you very much," Bo Yan said with feigned humility.

"Who’s praising you." Xie Cheng roared.

"Oh." Bo Yan walked forward two steps, hands tucked in his pockets, "The words from earlier, weren’t they praises for me? Oh, well then!"