Jiang Qiuqiu took a moment to explain to Mrs. Aiâer and Mo Si, "I still like the Spirit Healing Department, but I also want to check out the Mecha Single Soldier System."
She said, "Doesnât the admissions notice say that students who receive multiple acceptance letters have one chance to change departments after the first three months if they feel their choice isnât a good fit?"
"I just want to give it a try."
She was always curious about things she hadnât experienced before.
Hearing that she wasnât abandoning the Spirit Healing Department, Mrs. Aiâer breathed a sigh of relief. "Thereâs no harm in trying. Just remember to come back."
"You are a treasure to the Spirit Healing Domain."
That was high praise, and Jiang Qiuqiu shook her head. "Youâre embarrassing me."
"Whatâs there to be embarrassed about?" Mrs. Aiâer waved her hand dismissively. "I donât make idle boasts, but Iâm also not afraid to give praise. Youâll understand once youâre more involved in this field."
"You gave this old woman quite a scare. Weâll do as you say, then. Iâll talk to Dean Zhu about arranging your classes and dorm after your military training. You go ahead and get that done first. The Mecha Single Soldier Systemâs training is truly exhausting."
After they discussed a few more school-related matters, it grew late. Mo Si set down the thermostatic container and left with Jiang Qiuqiu.
The daylight slowly faded as night fell. Jiang Qiuqiu and Mo Si parted ways in front of the small courtyard home.
Soon, midnight passed. As Jiang Qiuqiu slept, a new Chapter of her life was waiting to begin.
Meanwhile, the Star Network was abuzz with discussion.
To say nothing of the flood of inquiries on Jiang Qiuqiuâs personal account, long threads were also popping up all over her fan circles.
It was a day of one bombshell announcement after another.
[A boyfriend! She has a boyfriend now! My goddess is in a relationship!]
[The sparks of love are flying... BOOHOOO WAHHHH]
[Iâm so miserable. Does anyone have some liquor I can drown my sorrows in?]
[Dream on, OP. Any booze we managed to grab is long gone.]
A whole group of fans acted as if their own girlfriend had been stolen away, each one more dejected and miserable than the last.
But someone seemingly in the know chimed in: [Oh, come on... I get the feeling you guys donât actually care whether or not Juju has a boyfriend. Youâre just upset that the boyfriend isnât *you*. Youâre just jealous, arenât you?]
[This +1]
[This +2]
[This +10001. Iâm totally jealous. Jealous to death.]
As the chain of agreement grew longer, a master commenter eventually emerged: [Donât mind these people and their heartfelt jealousy. All you have to do is--]
[Letâs assume Juju and her unnamed boyfriend are very happy together and decide to hold a wedding banquet at her virtual restaurant. Itâs an eighteen-course meal. What eighteen dishes do you think would be the best to serve?]
The tone of the conversation shifted instantly.
[Huh, a banquet? If weâre talking a banquet, then definitely Braised Gugu Meat, Eight-Treasure Duck... By the way, I was one of the ones who had the New Yearâs Eve dinner. It was so delicious. If only I could have it again.]
[New Yearâs Eve dinner? You actually got a spot for the New Yearâs Eve dinner?! Iâm so jealous of the poster above!]
[For the menu... I think besides the main courses, there should be some sweet and soft dishes too. Or maybe she could serve some new dishes.]
Amidst the flood of menu suggestions, one person remained stubborn: [I refuse to eat at the banquet of Juju and my love rival!]
[@poster above, perfect, donât eat. Itâd be great if there were more people like you, then it wonât be as hard for me to snag a spot in the future.]
[...]
[Now that you say that, Iâm definitely going to fight for it! Iâll have you know I have god-tier luck!]
[So what if you have god-tier luck? My husband has lightning-fast reflexes!]
And so, the two of them started bickering back and forth.
Before long, another argument broke out over disagreements about the menu.
[Why isnât there a chicken soup among the eighteen dishes?]
[Because chicken soup is gross.]
[!!?]
[Whatâs wrong with your mouth? What kind of palate do you have to think chicken soup isnât delicious!?]