A girl wearing a T-shirt and shorts, with a baseball cap pulled low over her head, was walking toward them.
Her figure was excellent, and the skin visible under the summer sunlight was fair and luminous, like the surface of fine pearl.
Only…
The photographer couldn’t help but frown.
That outfit was far too plain, one could even call it simple or unremarkable.
As for her face…
The brim of her cap hid most of it, so it wasn’t easy to see clearly. Judging by the sharp, clean jawline, she shouldn’t be unattractive.
But as for fashion sense—
The photographer shook his head in mild regret.
Even so, he didn’t look away. What puzzled him was why this group of well-dressed, highborn young ladies were gazing at such an ordinary-looking student with eyes full of awe—
Like the way ordinary people look at a celebrity.
Perhaps even more fervent than that.
Yet this girl, at least from what he could see, didn’t seem to have anything particularly special about her.
Well… except for that figure, maybe.
Jiang Fuyue left the lab fifteen minutes early as planned and arrived exactly on time.
“Sister Yue, you’re here!” The girl who had first invited her smiled and hurried over.
She was, as it turned out, the founder of the new Fashion Society, the “F Club.”
From her quick, straightforward tone, one could tell she was a decisive and capable type.
“Sister Yue, it’s really great that you agreed to shoot the cover for our first issue!”
“I can’t wait to see how the photos turn out!”
“Count me in, so excited!”
“…”
A crowd of girls surrounded her, chattering excitedly, some praising, some thanking her.
Jiang Fuyue nodded and greeted them all politely.
Then she got straight to the point—
“What do you need me to do now?”
“Oh! Makeup first! The stylist’s already inside.”
“Alright.”
Jiang Fuyue stepped into the dressing room.
Fifteen minutes later, the door opened from inside.
“So fast?”
“Didn’t they say at least twenty minutes?”
“I can’t wait to see, Sister Yue’s so beautiful, she’d look good in anything!”
“She’s coming out!”
Jiang Fuyue appeared, lifting the hem of a black gown as she walked. The black stiletto heels further elongated her already slender legs, the pale curve of her ankle set off sharply by the dark straps.
The dress’s thin straps rested delicately on her shoulders, revealing two exquisite collarbones.
Her hair was pulled up completely, exposing the graceful line of her neck like that of a swan.
A diamond crown glittered brilliantly under the light.
The makeup artist hadn’t gone for anything dramatic. No heavy eye shadow, just the faintest hint of liner yet her eyes, those luminous peach blossom eyes, seemed to glow from within.
Anyone who looked into them would instantly think of words like pure or clean.
That faint, almost-smiling expression added a touch of poised mystery.
She wasn’t a fragile princess made for protection—
She was a queen: untouchable, commanding, dazzling.
“This, this is too beautiful…”
“Are Sister Yue’s legs even real?”
“Black suits her so well! She’s got the aura of a two-meter-eight goddess!”
“I hereby declare Sister Yue is now my wife!”
“How can someone combine purity and seduction so perfectly?!”
“I used to think updos made people look older but clearly, it just depends on the person.”
“…”
Even the photographer was stunned.
He had been lowering his head, adjusting his camera for the upcoming shoot, when a chorus of gasps made him look up.
And there she was, stepping out from the dressing room. For an instant, it was as though his soul had been struck.
So this was what she looked like without the baseball cap…
“The student’s features are naturally flawless; she barely needs makeup,” the makeup artist said proudly, basking in everyone’s amazement.
The president of the Fashion Society finally regained her composure. “Shall we start now? Photographer—”
No response.
“Photographer? Where’d he go?”
One of the girls nudged him. “She’s calling you.”
“Ah? Oh yes, yes, let’s start.”
He hurriedly lifted his camera, but then paused and stepped forward. “Hello, I’m Keven. It’s a pleasure to work with you.”
Jiang Fuyue gave a polite nod, not offering her own name.
Keven felt a twinge of disappointment but then excitement flared in his eyes again.
Cool. Proud. Elegant from head to toe—
Wasn’t this the muse every photographer dreamed of?
Just one glance, and Keven felt his creative passion ignite uncontrollably.
In less than forty minutes, the shoot was complete. Every photo exceeded expectations.
“Her fashion expressiveness is incredible!”
“Every pose, every expression, perfect.”
As he scrolled through the photos, Keven couldn’t stop marveling.
Unfortunately, Jiang Fuyue had already left before he could exchange a few more words.
He looked up and asked the president, “Sorry if it’s abrupt, but which university is that student from?”
The president’s expression turned odd, then smoothed over. “What do you think?”
Keven thought for a moment. “The Beijing Film Academy?”
When she didn’t confirm, only smiled, he tried again: “Communication University?”
He listed several more art schools, but she shook her head each time. Finally, she said clearly, “Wrong. She’s from Ming University.”
Keven blinked, surprised—Ming University, often mocked as “the king of mediocre schools”?
“You look surprised,” the president said dryly. “What, you think our Ming University doesn’t deserve a student like her?”
“No, no, of course not—”
The president curled her lip. Yeah, right. I can see what you were thinking.
“Cough…” Keven coughed awkwardly. “It’s just that she’s too good, so talented, I assumed she’d been professionally trained.”
Anyone would have thought so.
The president tilted her chin slightly, pride gleaming in her eyes. “That’s right, Sister Yue is gifted in everything she does. Shooting a few covers is nothing.”
Keven’s gaze flickered. “Could I have her contact info?”
“What for?”
“I know people in the fashion industry. I could connect her with some high-end opportunities.”
Normally, models begged him for contacts. This was the first time he’d ever taken the initiative.
And yet the next second, she rejected him outright?!
“Sorry, Sister Yue isn’t interested in your industry. So, no need. She’s too busy for calls or messages.”
Keven frowned. “Are you sure you shouldn’t ask her first? That sounds more like your decision than hers.”
In other words, you’re overstepping.
But the president just smiled. “No, it’s both mine and Sister Yue’s. She specifically asked me not to give her contact to anyone.”
“Why?” Keven’s brows drew together. “Doesn’t she want to be famous?”
“Famous?” The president gave a short laugh. “What you all chase after so desperately, others might not even care for.”
He still didn’t get it. “With talent like that, she could—”
“Let me put it this way,” the president interrupted with a smile. “Other girls might envy the limelight of stardom, might crave the spotlight’s glow. But she won’t. Because—”
Keven: “?”
“The brilliance of the bright moon can never be compared to the flicker of fireflies.”
Would the sun ever envy a streetlight?
Too funny.
In the end, the photographer finished retouching the photos and left, turning back three times with every two steps.
Even as he was about to go, he still asked, “Really can’t leave me a contact number?”
The club president sighed and slowly shook her head.
She had always heard people talk about how amazing “Sister Yue” was, today, she finally saw it with her own eyes.
“This photographer’s really persistent,” one of the girls whispered.
“Haven’t you heard? ‘What you can’t have always stirs you the most,’” another said.
They all considered themselves to be good-looking with nice figures, but from the moment that photographer walked in, he hadn’t spared them a second glance. His whole soul seemed to be drawn to Sister Yue.
“Hey, would you call this the classic white moonlight? Beautiful and pure, yet hanging high in the sky: visible, unreachable, yet impossible to forget, etched into one’s heart for life?”
“Wow, perfect description! That’s exactly the feeling Sister Yue gives something you can only admire from afar, never touch.”
“Then why don’t we set this issue’s theme as White Moonlight?”
“But Sister Yue’s styling is mainly black, won’t that be off-theme?”
“Since when does wearing a black dress make her any less of a white moonlight? If it does, that only means she wasn’t a true white moonlight to begin with.”
“Mm, I agree! A real white moonlight is every woman’s dream and every man’s mystery, no matter what she wears.”
“Okay then, it’s decided!”
——
On the day the fashion club’s magazine was released, a long line formed outside the door.
Thanks to the heavy promotion over the past few weeks, everyone on campus knew the issue would feature Sister Yue as the cover model.
But even after scouring the school forum and the fashion club’s official website, not a single leaked photo could be found.
Anyone who asked an insider got the same response: “No comment.”
“Their secrecy’s way too tight!”
“My curiosity is totally hooked. I need to see Sister Yue’s cover!”
“Who here waiting in line doesn’t?”
“I got up at eight and the line was already this long. Yue goddess, this unbearable, unstoppable charm of hers…”
“They’re opening! They’re opening! Don’t push—”
“You say don’t push, but you’re shoving too!”
The crowd pressed forward, shouting and swearing, jostling to get in first.
When things started to get out of control, the club members quickly called for security.
“Everyone please stay calm, don’t rush, there’s enough for everyone!”
“Since it’s our first issue, it’s completely free. Each person can only get one copy, no pick-ups for others, you must come in person. Alright, line up properly, we’re starting to hand them out…”
With security maintaining order, the crowd quieted down considerably.
Looking down the line, there were both male and female students, almost half and half.
“I thought it’d be mostly guys, but there are a lot of girls too.”
“Shows that Sister Yue appeals to both men and women.”
“It’s natural for guys to like pretty girls, but I didn’t expect girls to be so fond of her. Don’t they say women repel women?”
“Women dislike other women because of jealousy. You’re a woman, are you jealous of Sister Yue?”
“…No.”
“Why not?”
“I just feel like I’m not worthy.”
“That’s exactly the reason.”
You might envy the pretty girl sitting next to you, but would you ever envy Chang’e, the Goddess Yue herself? You’re simply not on the same level, even jealousy feels powerless.
——
Once people got their copies, gasps of awe followed one after another.
“Are we sure this isn’t some international superstar? That gaze, that aura, Sister Yue’s killing me!”
“Every day I find a new reason to love Sister Yue a hundred times more!”
“The quality’s insane, on par with top fashion magazines. Just one word: epic!”
“Uh… can I pay to buy extra copies?”
“Dream on. Someone already offered a ridiculous price, and those rich fashion club girls didn’t even blink before saying no.”
“Ugh, first time I’ve ever hated everyone being so rich. Compared to them, I’ve got zero advantage. Getting another copy feels harder than climbing to heaven…”
“Bro, get used to it, you’re at Ming University.”
——
This issue had top-level layout by a veteran fashion editor, and a well-known industry figure overseeing production. They used the best ink, the best paper, the best printing factory, everything about it, inside and out, screamed premium quality.
So the rave reviews weren’t unexpected.
But in just two days, the level of craze went far beyond anything they imagined.
First, the campus forum was flooded with posts of students showing off their copies.
Then, someone uploaded photos online, soon attracting a massive fanbase. Even the verified account for Jiang’s Private Kitchen joined in and reposted it, propelling it straight to the trending list.
Spectators couldn’t help but marvel:
“Jiang Fuyue’s popularity is insane! Even B-list celebrities don’t get this kind of buzz.”
“I thought going to Ming University basically ended her, but she’s still this unstoppable?”
“Ming University was peaceful until she arrived and stirred the heavens.”
“Forget the drama, are we not going to talk about how stunning those photos are?”
“Ah! Finally someone said it! That shoot is gorgeous beyond words. For someone to look like that, it’s a miracle.”
“Sister Yue is supreme! What a waste if she doesn’t enter the entertainment industry.”
“It’d be a bigger waste if she did.”
“……”
“Who even is this?”
“Bought the trending spot, obviously.”
“Which 18th-tier wannabe is this? Never heard of her.”
“Funny how people bark without a leash, go home before you embarrass yourself.”
“Fine, let me give you a free lesson on who my goddess Yue is…”
Normally, after a hot topic trends for a bit, the buzz would die down.
But not this time.
Several well-known domestic photographers reposted her photos one after another, captioning: New-generation model? Amazing camera sense. I want to shoot her.
With one person leading, others followed.
Whether to ride the wave or out of genuine admiration, the photography world suddenly erupted in what came to be known as the “Invite Yue Craze.”
Photographers young and old, famous and unknown alike flooded social media with open invitations, hoping to photograph her.
Of course, when the praise goes too far, backlash often follows.
Sure enough, after two days on the trending list, criticism started appearing.
And the thing that pushed it to its peak was a post from international supermodel Mars on Instagram—
Not only did he boldly share Jiang Fuyue’s photo, he even called her “the most perfect model in my heart, bar none.”
The internet exploded.
“Overhyped and disgusting.”
“No need to worship her like a god.”
“Wasn’t Mars supposed to be aloof? He used to look down on our national models, chin raised to the heavens, how come he’s acting like a fanboy now?”
“Another day, another trending tag. This constant exposure is exhausting.”
“Wow, this Jiang Fuyue sure knows how to work her men.”
Public opinion turned sharply negative, and just as it seemed the tide would keep flowing one way—
The Yue Army mobilized.
Wherever they went, rumors were clarified, facts explained: no flaming, no arguing. Organized, disciplined, efficient.
Their professionalism impressed even top PR firms in the industry.
Too good.
Under the Yue Army’s swift and thorough cleanup, public opinion swung back around.
And not only that, they managed to boost Ming University’s reputation along with it.
Beautiful magazine cover?
→ Produced by Ming University’s Fashion Club.
Sister Yue ultra photogenic?
→ Shot by Ming University’s Fashion Club.
Soon, Jiang Fuyue’s personal buzz cooled down, but the attention on Ming University’s clubs kept soaring.
When the university allocated 150,000 yuan in activity funds, online bystanders gasped in unison, sparking envy from other schools.
And that was just the appetizer.
As more insiders came forward, the extravagant habits of Ming University’s clubs were gradually exposed:
—The Fashion Club, funded entirely by wealthy heiresses, spent over seven figures producing their magazine, which they distributed for free.
—The Comedy Club hired famous performers as instructors and personally financed the construction of a private performance hall, where even a single sofa reportedly cost over 80,000 yuan.
—The Model Club invited top model Mars as a guest mentor, sharing his fashion resources and teaching without reserve. Rumor had it they built a crystal runway for daily practice costing over a million.
—And before founding the Golf Club? They built an actual golf course.
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