At 10 a.m., at Shengshi Department Store in City A.
Since opening at 9 a.m., numerous young girls have gathered inside and outside the mall, wearing various promotional items in their hands and looking full of anticipation and excitement.
Later, due to the overwhelming number of people, the area around the railing on the second floor became completely crowded.
Nan Yue had no choice but to move up one level and sit on the bench beside the escalator on the third floor. She glanced at the large poster hanging right in the center of the mall, then lowered her head to look at her phone.
She went through all her social media accounts—including those on platforms like WeChat Moments, Moments, and Alumni Circles—and deleted or canceled them as needed.
The only thing left is Weibo, which is quite a headache.
As a true fan girl by nature, she had already amassed over ten thousand Weibo followers in less than a year since opening her account.
Even if he treated this account merely as a secondary profile, should it gain popularity later on, its contents would inevitably be exposed. Nevertheless, Nanyue remained patient and went through each post carefully.
The character’s designation as Sheng Jingheng’s exclusive fan should be retained; therefore, it shouldn’t be completely removed. Only the earlier, somewhat immature comments need to be deleted, along with unfollowing a few individuals.
While I was editing, a message notification appeared.
Tong Xiaolu: You’ve advanced again?! Congratulations! Seeing that name, some images instantly flashed through Nan Yue’s mind; after pausing for a moment, she opened WeChat and replied with just two characters— “Thank you.”
Tong Xiaolu seemed to expect her to post something more, but after waiting for a long time without any follow-up, she could only send another dry message: “Then keep up the good work!” This time, Nan Yue simply replied with just the word ‘Good,’ and as expected, there was no further news.
Gazing at her quiet phone, a strange mix of emotions surged within Nan Yue’s heart. Without hesitation, she suppressed them—along with a sense of irritation.
Tong Xiaolu was her former classmate at the Art School, and the only person in her class who neither bullied nor isolated her.
For a while, she was quite dependent on Tong Xiaolu, but eventually realized that she couldn’t offer much help. Moreover, whenever classmates bullied her, Tong Xiaolu would deliberately avoid them and act as if nothing had happened the next day.
Tong Xiaolu has many friends— classmates, students from other classes, former middle school peers, and so on.
It only speaks to the original entity out of its gentle nature and genuine sympathy for it.
Yet despite this, Tong Xiaolu remained the only person to send congratulations after successfully advancing in the South Vietnam competition.
At that moment, Nanyue suddenly began to understand why his original self didn’t want to live.
After logging out of WeChat, Nan Yue lowered her eyes and continued deleting posts on Weibo with a cold expression.
After deleting nearly half of her Weibo posts, another text message appeared warning her that her data was running low and further usage would incur charges.
While regretting why they hadn’t used the hotel’s Wi-Fi, Nanyue quickly canceled their data plan and uninstalled all apps before finally breathing a sigh of relief.
Making money has become an urgent priority.
After a half-hour of silence, I finally couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Host, how do you plan to earn money?” “What exactly can’t you do? Or could Xiao Wu help me?” “Nothing. If needed, you can exchange Spirit Stones for items that grant luck bonuses!” Luck bonuses? Nan Yue raised an eyebrow and didn’t ask how many Spirit Stones were required—instead, she posed another question.
[After applying the luck bonus, does buying a lottery ticket guarantee a 100% chance of winning the jackpot?] [The probability of winning is 80%, regardless of the prize amount.] This means there remains a 20% chance of not winning; even if you do win, the prize could be small amounts such as tens or hundreds of dollars.
“Xiao Wu, next time you come up with something like this to trick people, don’t even bother bringing it out again.” Nan Yue casually slipped her phone into her pocket; as she looked up, her dark eyes lit up: “You’ve come!”