CHAPTER 45: CHAPTER 45: 1.5 YUAN ARRIVES

On Wednesday morning, one new trend in the entertainment circle was [Su Yan liked Lin Banyan’s runway video].

Just the traffic brought by the name Su Yan caused Lin Banyan’s fan count to surge, not to mention he also commented a sentence below.

[Very nice.]

With just these three simple words, Lin Banyan’s Weibo was flooded with compliments, and phrases like "Sister is so beautiful, her figure is amazing" were crazily spammed like they didn’t cost traffic.

Below was Lin Banyan’s indifferent reply: [Thank you]

The word "indifferent" was added by Mu Qiu.

Mu Qiu just made breakfast, shaking the cup of soy milk to go with a bowl of tomato sauce mixed noodles. On the spacious dining table was a set-up tablet, as she ate while browsing today’s gossip.

According to the attitude of Lin Banyan towards Su Yan on the program, that "thank you" must have been quite reluctant. She could picture Lin Banyan’s clear and cold expression when she typed those two words.

Coming back to her senses it was exactly half past eight, and the book fan group promptly clocked in saying good morning.

Quickly followed by [Have you written? When will it be updated?]

Mu Qiu, unfazed, responded with a good morning meme, then copied the habitual phrase she had long set up.

[Often inspired, but temporarily without substance.]

Book Fan: Just like having the strength but not willing to give birth, is it?

Mu Qiu:......

Besides being mute in front of Jiangdong elders, what else could she say?

Book Fan: But luckily there’s the variety show, you’ve made progress, Da Da. Given that the variety show airs every week, we’ll give you two months for manuscript storage.

Book Fan: The only request is that if you have any extreme ideas, feel free to propose them to the show crew. We love watching this, it’s what all the fans of the male and female idols convey.

Mu Qiu: My breakfast is tomato sauce mixed noodles with soy milk.

Book Fan: Changing the topic again, I knew it, wait until everyone gets back from school break.

The downside of her readers being students was when they urge updates, they tend to say things that sound like challenge invitations that can easily be misunderstood.

Although there were no extra praises, Mu Qiu looked at the fans’ clocking in, feeling her good mood slowly swelling. Her lips involuntarily curled upwards, even the action of holding the shaking cup turned into pampering herself with both hands in a coquettish gesture.

After sipping a couple of swigs of soy milk, she continued to browse the gossip on Lin Banyan and Su Yan.

[Sister is really beautiful, those long legs could rival brother’s.]

[Sister is pretty!]

[Why is my Brother Yan inexplicably paying attention to a female model’s runway video?]

[So brother appreciates this type of girl, wah wah wah]

[Seems like there’s an inexplicable sense of compatibility? (Don’t hit me)]

[Imagining the two standing together, perfect!]

By Su Yan’s efforts alone, people were already dreaming under his Weibo.

Indeed, as Zhao Yu had complained, in celebrity interactions even if it’s just a comma, there are those desperately forming or shipping a couple, inexplicably conjuring a one-stop true love service themselves.

It’s just the makeshift couple names that are a bit strange.

1.5yan?

1.5yuan?

[Fresh new CP just outta the oven, don’t miss out as you pass by, we are one-point-five group enjoying within our circle, only fans please don’t come.]

[One-point-five... this name is so down-to-earth.]

[Pretty good.]

[Spent one-point-five to have Yan Shen’s brain-compliment usage rights...]

Mu Qiu finished her last sip of soy milk, her gaze landed on the simple words [Pretty good], then saw the ID, gxvsisvgjd, just a bunch of gibberish. She had reasons to suspect that was Su Yan himself undercover.

Indeed, is the secret true love of reconciled broken mirrors? Even the illustrious High Peak Snow went with a little vest strategy.

Breakfast time ended, gossip time was over too. Mu Qiu contemplated and wrote "Reconciled Broken Mirror of Love Unknown" on the row of sticky notes on the dining table, tidied the bowls and cutlery, and headed to the kitchen.

At nine-thirty, she donned the newly-bought baseball cap and mask, ready to go out and stock up.

The conversation with Cheng Zhirang yesterday, along with the dream she had last night, kindled a bit of urge within her to write a full story. So the next two days should be spent at home without going out, necessitating the purchase of needed items.

Circling around two buildings, there’s a big supermarket. Mu Qiu, fully armed, shopped for half an hour, and with ultra-high efficiency bought two large bags of stuff, carrying one in each hand and walked back quietly.

April sky is like a capricious child; a few days ago she felt it was tender enough to make one cry, but today felt so hot that she couldn’t resist stopping to remove the mask.

She stopped at the temporary parking area around her apartment building, found a shaded spot, placed down the shopping bags, and shook off her reddened hands from being weighed down.

Then she took off the cap, gathered her hair together and fanned her neck, put it back on, took off the mask and stuffed it in her bag, pulled out an old popsicle from the bags and stuck it in her mouth, finally letting out a satisfied breath.

A few meters away in a Bentley, Cheng Zhirang sat in the backseat, observing Mu Qiu’s every move.

Assistant Wen was sitting in the front, making idle conversation: "Miss Mu is pretty aware of avoiding being snapped/photographed, but wearing a mask while sweating is really uncomfortable."

Cheng Zhirang leaned back in his seat and replied indifferently, "Having this awareness is a good thing."

Mu Qiu’s current look, being very warm but needing to wear a hat, so resembles Cheng Zhirang himself a few years ago when he just debuted. Because there were many paparazzi, and lots of media liked to report on him, wherever he went he had to be fully armed.

Fanning her neck with her hair lifted... He had also acted in period dramas before, knowing how hot it really gets in summer when long hair is draped down the neck.

A novice gaining attention abruptly, with careless mistakes inviting backlash, her manner could still be deemed sensible.

"Why hasn’t Sister Chen come down yet?" His attention stayed on Mu Qiu only for a moment before returning to the main point.

Assistant Wen glanced at his watch, "Maybe she’s looking for something?"

He then looked back at Cheng Zhirang, "Should I go up to help Sister Chen? Brother Cheng, you stay in the car?"

Cheng Zhirang shook his head, pressed the cap lower, started to open the door, "Let’s go together, in case of anything."

Assistant Wen thought of Chen Song’s husband who was discussing divorce terms, and could only agree with a nod.

Mu Qiu was unaware the man in her dream was about to walk past behind her, just as she bit into the popsicle in her mouth, a call came through.

Mu Qiu answered the call with one hand while continuing to lick the popsicle with the other.

"Mm, just had breakfast not long ago."

"Had noodles, a large bowl, and soy milk, especially a large cup, yes, ate a lot, very full."

"I’m out buying stuff, yes, necessities, didn’t buy snacks."

"Of course didn’t buy, you know I don’t really like snacking."

Seamlessly continued with licking the popsicle after saying this, the candy wrappers in the shopping bag full-color like not seen.

Cheng Zhirang, just walked behind her preparing to pass by, was choked by her mastery of blatant lying.

In Assistant Wen’s expression trying to contain laughter, he couldn’t help but glance at Mu Qiu again, showing no sign of guilt from lying.

No wonder she performed so well in the previous episode of the show.