As soon as he said this, a wave of stifled gasps rippled through the surroundings.
'Heavens… what did we just hear?'
'Yuan Zhao, ah, Yuan Zhao! Making a self-deprecating joke about not being popular?'
'How unbelievable.'
Shen Lang refused to look at him. Sensing it was pointless, he could only turn and slowly walk away.
After he left, Shen Lang took out her phone and searched for information about him:
Yuan Zhao: Height 186cm, weight 70kg, born September 20, 1997. An instant sensation upon debut, recognized as the ceiling of the entertainment industry, with off-the-charts national popularity and countless fans.
These few short lines gave Shen Lang a clear understanding of who Yuan Zhao was.
The entertainment industry's ceiling, a national male god.
Those titles seemed to zoom in, bolded, reflecting deeply in her pupils.
'And to think I'd previously mistaken him for some hot new thing. I never imagined he was in a completely different league.'
