My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 384: Yuran Falls from the Horse

Lu Xiao, Qi Younian, and Kang Zhenyu sat on the side, feeling utterly superfluous. The two girls completely dominated the scene.

The three of them, just like bystanders, couldn’t get a word in edgewise.

The reporters were also annoyed. Which celebrity wouldn’t show a journalist a little respect?

True, celebrities don’t really take journalists seriously because they like to expose their private lives.

The courtesy only extends to avoid getting entangled with the press—grasp the logic of ’you scratch my back, I scratch yours.’

But Yuran simply overturned their entire understanding of the relationship between celebrities and journalists.

This was nothing like they expected. Forget about being courteous, are you even expecting politeness when you hardly offer any?

What kind of existence are journalists?

Like weeds in the cracks, everywhere and unavoidable, with celebrities’ privacies tied to their image, they worry about offending journalists and potential repercussions.

However, what Yuran showed today was nothing of the sort.

She had no intention of giving the journalists present any face; she abided by mutual respect. You respect her, and she’ll respect you.

If you expect her to give in, no chance—not even a window’s chance.

The deeply-rooted rules were overturned, and nobody was pleased.

As journalists, they naturally had their tricks, and rehashing old news was like child’s play.

A reporter sharply questioned, "Yuran, regarding some aspects of your career that we’re not very familiar with, could you provide an explanation today?"

Yuran arched her eyebrows and looked at the other party with a bright, sunny smile, "Sure, ask away."

Reporter, "Back then, you accused Lin Chen of plagiarizing your original work, and it caused a huge stir. Lin Chen has since disappeared from the industry while you’ve become the winner in life."

Yuran interrupted, "Hold on, hold on. The evidence from back then, I believe you all have a copy. Let’s not waste time on a question everyone knows the answer to;

If you’re not busy, I certainly am, so I’ll pass."

The reporter’s face turned angry. She was pulled back by her colleague beside her, and another reporter stood up.

Compared with the previous one, this one clearly had a higher status. She had a smile on her face and her eyes fixed on Yuran, "Yuran, I have a question for you."

Yuran, "I’m not qualified to be ’consulted.’ If you have something to say, just say it."

The reporter glanced at her phone with a sneer, "I’ve received reliable information that M.YU is your official Weibo account, right?"

"Yes, that’s correct."

Reporter, "That’s good to know. I’ve received reliable tips that someone has discovered an IP address used in conjunction with your account.

As for the name of the burner account, I’ve also got a tip about that—would Miss Yuran care to hear it?"

Yuran’s expression didn’t change. Qi Younian caught the implication in the words and subconsciously looked at Yuran’s face. The persistent reporter asked, "President Qi, what are you looking at?

Are you planning to collaborate on a story? There’s no need for that, right? Miss Yuran has never given anyone that opportunity.

She herself wouldn’t want that."

Yuran gave Qi Younian a reassuring look and faced the reporter below who was asking calmly, thinking simply in her mind that they’ve found her burner account.

Such a brazen attitude probably meant they hadn’t found anything on Asura Blade, so it didn’t matter.

She looked at the reporter squarely, nodding seriously, "The beginning of the topic isn’t bad. What you’re saying isn’t a secret. I had that account before my debut. Is it strange?

Don’t all of you use burner accounts on the internet?

I’m sure everyone here has created one for the sake of their careers, why can’t I?" free𝑤ebnovel.com

Reporter, "Miss Yuran, that’s a false equivalence. Your burner account isn’t the same as ours, which we use to earn a living."

"Earning a living?" Yuran raised her eyebrows, mocking, "You’re being too polite—more like trying to ruin someone’s livelihood, right? Isn’t the term ’earning a living’ supposed to apply to my crowd?"

The conversation took a turn, and Yuran had just finished snapping back at the other party, her eyes devoid of any panic as she spoke calmly, "If everyone is curious, I can answer the questions the reporter just asked, one by one."

"How do we know what you’re saying is true?" a reporter challenged.

Yuran nodded, "Alright, then I’ll let this reporter friend do me the favor of exposing me."

Reporter: "..."

That’s not right, how did the control of the conversation suddenly roll into her hands?

This was not how things were supposed to unfold, at least not according to my plans.

...

The live streaming site was bustling with activity, with 130 million people watching online.

A sensation in the live streaming circle.

People came in to watch the excitement and then stayed for the king-like maneuvers.

One by one, the bystanders became fans of Yuran. Of course, there were also those who slammed her, saying she was worthless.

Then there were the onlookers just there for the gossip, watching the drama unfold without any particular stance.

Comments streamed down one after another, uniformly saying:

"Suddenly lost for words?"

"Spill it already!"

"What are you trying to focus our attention on? Is the reporter an idiot or something?"

Something was happening live, and since the reporters on the scene had phones, everyone could see what was happening. Viewing the one-sidedness of public opinion, some reporters were visibly upset.

Yuran, seeing the unpleasant expression on everyone’s faces and watching the live stream Kang Zhenyu had on, sneered, "Lost your tongue?"

The reporter, enraged, spoke with emphasis, "Everyone should know, Bloodstained Battlefield Asura Sword is this Yuran’s alias, and she’s cursed quite a few people on it.

What kind of artist is she, who would dare to collaborate with her?"

Chaos erupted on the live streaming platform.

"No way, she’s Sister Koi? Yuran is Sister Koi?"

"Wow... Yuran is smiling. Does her smile mean that by not refuting the reporter, she’s admitting it? No way, I have to become her fan."

"Koi, granting wishes and bringing fortune, I’m going to follow her."

"Wait, wait, I’m going too, I’m going too. Ever since I encountered Yuran, I started to believe in luck, the kind you can’t be saved from."

This turn of events left the audience in the live stream both crying and laughing, with those sending gifts also adding a remark, "Sister Koi, let’s follow each other, let me share some of your good fortune."

Bo Yan’s slender fingers flitted across the screen, sending out a hundred rockets, two thousand a piece, instantly spending two hundred thousand.

Standing by, Xie Cheng’s eyes twitched, "..."

Bo the Megastar, you’re using my phone, tied to my card alright?

Alright, let’s call it mine.

On the screen, Yuran, who had just been exposed, didn’t look at all guilty. She casually lifted her eyelids, her long lashes fluttering as she stared at the reporter, whose smile was slightly twisted with too much pleasure, "Oh, so?"

Reporter: "...What?"

Yuran, with her arms folded across her chest, looked down at the sea of reporters, "So by exposing this, what are you trying to do? Listen to me curse myself? No need for that, I won’t;

And I’m quite curious, about my alias Bloodstained Battlefield Asura Sword, whom have I offended? On the contrary, I’ve done quite a few good deeds.

I’m under a lot of work pressure, am I not allowed to have an alias to relax? I am human too! Not a machine without emotions, ain’t I!"

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