Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 779 - 337 Forgeries can only be forgeries_2

"What I mean is, diehard fans usually don’t listen to reason. If you go head-to-head with them, you might end up suffering in the end."

"I can’t just let myself be scolded for no reason, don’t you think?"

"Alright then, since fate has brought us together, I’ll grant you this little wish."

Shen You’an reached out to remove her mask.

Ye Lianfang stared intently at that face, overwhelmed with excitement.

Once the mask was off, the face was fully revealed, almost within arm’s reach. Ye Lianfang was suddenly stunned.

Shen You’an raised her eyebrow: "You have one minute."

The mechanical female voice of the train’s broadcast announced the next stop was approaching.

Ye Lianfang snapped back to reality, hurriedly tapping to open her phone’s camera app. She angled the front-facing lens toward both of them, inching closer to Shen You’an and flashing a peace sign at the camera.

The girl looked at the lens, the brim of her hat shadowing a mesmerizingly beautiful face.

Ye Lianfang forgot the beauty filter was on, dulling the brilliance of the young woman’s looks. Panicking, she turned off the filter, revealing the girl’s natural beauty in its entirety. By comparison, Ye Lianfang appeared drab and insignificant, like a servant girl next to her—but she smiled brightly, unaffected.

She took several photos in rapid succession. When the broadcast signaled the train’s arrival at the station, Shen You’an put her mask back on and patted Ye Lianfang’s shoulder lightly: "Goodbye."

With that, she followed the crowd out of the carriage, blending into the masses and disappearing without a trace.

Ye Lianfang sat there dumbfounded, a faint and elegant scent from the girl lingering at her nose.

Coming to her senses, she glanced down at the photos on her phone, grinning foolishly to herself.

She opened Weibo, carefully selected what she thought was the best photo, and uploaded it. She mocked herself in the caption: "Thick-skinned enough to grab a selfie with the goddess herself. Not only is she a top student, but also insanely kind and approachable. PS: This picture doesn’t do even one-tenth of her beauty justice—she looks like an actual angel descended from heaven!!!"

Thanks to the Qiao Mai fans, Ye Lianfang didn’t gain followers but managed to attract a swarm of haters. Her Weibo profile saw a huge spike in views, almost instantly drawing Qiao Mai fans to her post like sharks smelling blood.

——"My god, how shameless can you get? Crawling out here to flaunt yourself—haven’t you humiliated yourself enough? Never seen a more thick-skinned woman; you’ve disgraced all women everywhere."

——"You’re incredibly delusional, calling yourself an angel descended from heaven. I feel like puking. Stay away from Nana!"

——"Just a disclaimer, I’m a casual viewer who happened to see the blogger’s photo. The girl in black is super stunning—I need all her info within the next minute."

——"Why do I think this girl looks familiar, like I’ve seen her somewhere before?"

——"To the commenter above: Isn’t that familiarity a given? Everything—from her makeup to her style—is blatantly copying Nana, yet she won’t admit it. Even her edited photo looks warped."

——"Here’s my honest take: I think she’s prettier than Qiao Wan, with a more striking presence."

——"Qiao Mai fans, stop lying through your teeth. I’m a professional photographer. This shot isn’t edited—it’s straight from the camera, unfiltered. The girl in black is entirely unmade up. When has your Qiao Wan ever stepped out without layers of makeup? Would she dare go barefaced? Stop acting like manic roosters attacking anyone prettier than her. Only Qiao Wan’s beauty is allowed to shine, right? Don’t be so tyrannical."

The comments were soon flooded by a mob of Qiao Mai fans, with occasional objective or indignant remarks from bystanders, though these were drowned out in the chaos.

Before long, the photo climbed onto the trending list under the hashtag #SubwayEncounterAngelBeauty.

Normally, according to Weibo’s trend algorithms, as long as there’s enough traction, even a complete nobody can become a trending topic.

Some people stumbled across the hashtag and clicked out of curiosity, only to be greeted by the image of an extraordinarily beautiful unknown woman. Holding admiration, they initially just wanted to appreciate her beauty—but then saw the abusive, vile comments that filled the thread, most of which clearly came from Qiao Mai diehard fans, as evident from the usernames and profile pictures without even clicking.

A breathtaking beauty is an unstoppable force. Many bystanders rolled up their sleeves, passionately joining the verbal battles against the Qiao Mai fandom.

As the heat skyrocketed, the topic quickly surged to the top three on the trending list.

The Qiao Mai fans were livid. Ever since Qiao Wan’s debut, her fans had never suffered such humiliation. Most of the users siding with the unknown beauty were fans of Qiao Wan’s longtime rivals, fueling the fire with instigation. The more the fans fought back, the higher the momentum climbed.

Entertainment forums buzzed with discussions—half laughing at Qiao Mai fans, the other half starting investigations into the identity of the unknown beauty.

Her photo was undeniably striking. In an industry already oversaturated with "nepo babies" promoted by capital, people had been starved for true natural beauty. If she entered the entertainment circle, she could easily rise to fame with her sheer looks alone.

Within an entertainment subforum populated by eagle-eyed netizens, someone spotted a key detail: "Isn’t this subway beauty the same girl who picked up the ball during Rong Xianning’s recent livestream for the Feiyue brand event? She even trended back then, though the topic was quickly taken down. Likely, Eternal Century didn’t want Rong Xianning tied to a potential romance at his young age. This girl’s features are unforgettable—she’s even more stunning than many of the industry’s self-proclaimed beauties."

This thread attracted a flood of replies.

——"I remember now! Same black outfit and baseball cap. Her taste is amazing—I’m obsessed with her jacket. Please, drop the link!"

——"Qiao Mai fans are about to make a fool of themselves. Just hopped off the trending page—it’s full of random strangers supporting her. Feels awesome!"

——"Have you seen Qiao Wan’s pre-debut photos? Her nose and chin were done in another country. Before she debuted, she was just an ordinary girl. This subway beauty is the true natural, bare-faced stunner."

——"Qiao Mai fans can’t contain the trending topic anymore. Oh my god, witnessing history right here!"

In a Jingzhou villa, Qiao Wan listened to the mechanical busy tone from her cellphone, finally unable to contain her anger, hurling the device viciously across the room.

"How dare you cut ties with me? Ugh...!"

Perhaps due to pregnancy-induced hormone surges, her emotions spiraled uncontrollably, and she buried her face in her hands, sobbing loudly.

Her assistant and agent exchanged looks as the assistant eyed the trending page displayed on her tablet. "Sister Yanzi, should we let Nana know?"

Before the agent could respond, Qiao Wan turned to them sharply. "Let me know what?"

Her face was tear-streaked, but her gaze was strikingly alert.

Qiao Wan had clawed her way to her current status not just through her sponsor’s backing but also through her innate fierceness and tenacity.

The agent signaled the assistant with a look. The assistant walked over and handed her the tablet.

"Things are spiraling out of control. The company is in talks with Weibo to take the trending topic down. This unknown girl is truly vile, using press to step over you for fame. Who knows how many bot accounts she secretly bought to boost her exposure?"

The assistant cursed indignantly.

Qiao Wan took the tablet, her gaze settling on the photo of the serene, otherworldly girl in black. Her lips curled slightly.

"Oh, it’s her."

The assistant blinked in confusion: "You know her?"

"Not exactly. Fans once snapped a picture of her on a plane, mistaking her for me. So... we really look alike?"

The assistant shook their head eagerly: "She’s nothing compared to you, Nana—not even your little finger."

Qiao Wan sneered coldly. "She dreams of stepping on me to rise? Pathetic. Sister Yanzi, this trivial matter doesn’t need my input, right? You’ve dealt with plenty of these situations before—just follow the usual procedure."

Pausing briefly, her tear-filled eyes sparkled with a chilling light: "A counterfeit will always be a counterfeit. I don’t ever want to see this person again."

She turned her gaze to the agent, her smile now soft and sweet.

The agent felt cold sweat trickle down her back and quickly nodded: "Don’t worry, Nana. I’ll handle it right away and make sure this person disappears for good."