The Bigshot Shocks The World When She Backs Home Chapter 30 - A Viral Post

Chapter 30: A Viral Post

Translator: Tuiwen  Editor: Tuiwen

“No, I didn’t!” Xu Jie denied vehemently, but his eyes flickered when they landed on Yao Ran. “Don’t listen to her, my G.o.ddess, she’s talking nonsense. No matter what anyone says, you will always be the campus belle in my heart. No one can ever replace you!”

Yao Ran had a blank expression as she took the phone from Chen Lu. It soon turned into something unsightly, however.

The thing that Xu Jie had been looking at so intently was a post.

The t.i.tle read: “Yao Ran is in danger of being stripped of the campus belle t.i.tle. A transfer student has come to challenge her position, and she currently looks like the clear winner.”

It included a series of photos taken from different angles. They covered everything, too — side profile, full-frontal, views from the top and bottom.

There was a shot from practically every direction imaginable.

A few of them seemed to have been purposely taken at the subject’s disadvantage, but she appeared no less beautiful in any of them.

None of the pictures needed further editing — they were perfect just the way they were, and anyone could easily download and keep them as a phone screensaver.

The post had already garnered more than a thousand comments and even more likes. Most of the netizens a.s.serted the discussion that the campus belle would be changing this year, and a good number of students even pledged their votes when the time for the polls came.

Yao Ran flipped through the images with her thumb, even as her hand tightened around the phone.

“Can you believe this, Ranran? Someone just took a few random pictures of your b.u.mpkin sister, and now these idiots are pus.h.i.+ng for her to be this year’s campus belle!”

“Campus belle? Ha! What a joke. She’s nothing more than a small-town girl from a poor village. She’s not even qualified to be on the same stage as our Ranran.”

“Exactly! So don’t worry too much, okay, Ranran? That country b.u.mpkin is no match for you. These blind fools don’t know about her true colors yet, that’s why they’re so eager to support her. Once they find out that she’s nothing more than a delinquent with disgusting habits, I’m sure they won’t even want to look at her anymore.”

One of the girls whipped out her phone.

“I’ll log into the school forum right now and expose that wench for what she truly is! Let’s see what everybody says then.”

“No, please don’t,” Yao Ran said quickly, her eyes flas.h.i.+ng. “She didn’t cross any line. It isn’t right to just attack her publicly when she hasn’t even done anything.”

“You’re much too kind, Ranran! She’s already tricked your parents into adopting her, and now she’s scheming to steal the limelight from you. Why do you have to be considerate to someone so vicious?”

Yao Ran made a show of getting a little misty-eyed. “But,” she said softly, her lips trembling, “she’s still my sister.”

“And what kind of sister is she to you?” Chen Lu huffed. “Ranran, you’re the only daughter of a prestigious family, while she’s just a tramp from the mountains. She should consider it a great honor to even just share the same roof with you! Don’t worry about this matter anymore. Leave it to us.”

“Right, we’ll handle it. She’s pretty gutsy to presume she could s.n.a.t.c.h the t.i.tle of campus belle from you. Is she even worthy of the t.i.tle?!”

Yao Ran lowered her lashes to hide the triumph that she felt. She pursed her lips and refrained from saying anything else.

Her gaze drifted back to the post displayed on the phone screen. Her expression turned glacial once more.

She gritted her teeth and barely kept herself from sneering in resentment.

The photo she had stopped at was one of Yao Tang sleeping soundly on her desk.

Half of her face was buried in her arms, but no one could deny her beauty from what little they could see. She looked so peaceful, like an angel taking a much-needed respite. Perhaps it was because her eyes were closed. Otherwise, her wild arrogance would have shown, and likening her to an angel would be the furthest thing in people’s minds.

Boys had flocked to the post, spamming the comment section with their absurd and unreasonable remarks.

They were all claiming that their hearts had been stolen by the transfer student, while trying to compete on who admired her the most at the same time. They kept saying how they envied the students from Cla.s.s 12, too, for having the good fortune of being cla.s.smates with their one and only G.o.ddess.