On Tuesday, Yao An'an's period arrived early.
After dropping off Jiang Jingya on Sunday night, she spent 500 points to exchange for a "Living Medical Saint Sun Simiao" skill.
Then, she bought several Chinese herbal medicines like Angelica sinensis and Ligusticum chuanxiong at a pharmacy near the school to regulate her body.
Over the past month, she had diligently exercised, in addition to acupuncture point massage and herbal medicine assistance.
This time, her stomach indeed didn't hurt as much during her period; at least, as long as she didn't engage in strenuous activities, avoided raw, cold, spicy foods, her daily life would basically not be affected.
The three recorded songs were released at 11 AM on multiple platforms, including Netease Cloud Music, QQ Music, and Kuwo Music.
The first two were just extras; Xingyue Company hadn't invested resources in promoting her, so relying solely on searches and organic traffic wouldn't likely make much of a splash.
Kuwo Music was different; backed by Douyin, as long as someone used these three songs as BGM for short videos, the songs had the potential to go viral.
As Yao An'an's most loyal fans, the four roommates of Dorm 404 subscribed and downloaded the songs as soon as they went online, and set them to loop.
The talkative Yang Jiajia also promoted them enthusiastically in class; at least ninety percent of the 28 students specifically searched for Yao An'an's cover versions.
Initially, they only planned to subscribe to show support, after all, while Yao An'an's singing at the evening party was good, most people usually preferred the original versions when listening to music.
It was like how a first love would always be a first love, and no matter how stunning others were, they couldn't replace the feeling of falling in love with someone during youthful innocence.
But when they heard those three songs, they suddenly felt that while first loves were good, there were still hidden treasures in the world worth discovering.
Because when the songs went online, Yao An'an had a brief communication with the student who uploaded the video first, asking her to pin her comment about the song's release, thus gaining a lot of clicks and search volume.
On the first day of bi shang guan's release, the single-platform play count was just over 20,000.
As for "Sighing Clouds" and "Melatonin," the traffic was very average, maintaining between 3,000 and 5,000.
Tang Qiang was quite satisfied with this data, after all, it was only the first day.
He called Yao An'an again to discuss some details of song recording and subsequent operations.
Of course, his underlying meaning was still to persuade Yao An'an to become a female streamer.
Yao An'an directly and explicitly refused, blocking that path.
After class that day, Yang Jiajia returned to the dorm and immediately started yelling and accusing the class monitor of his misdeeds.
"Zheng Huasong, this class monitor, acts like a hands-off boss every day; whenever he encounters something he can't handle, he throws it at me. If the problem is solved, it's his credit; if it's not, it's my dereliction of duty. His dad, it feels like I, the vice class monitor, am just here to take the blame!"
"Do I look like a trash can?!"
"I don't think he's doing a good job as class monitor either; he should just step aside and let someone capable take over."
This wasn't the first time Yang Jiajia had ranted, so everyone just hummed and hawed along with her, knowing she would calm down after a while.
After grumbling for a bit, Yang Jiajia took an application form and approached Yao An'an.
"Strategist, how should I revise this application form? The Youth League Committee keeps holding up the review and won't approve it. I've revised it over a dozen times, and my head is about to explode."
Yao An'an sat in front of the computer in a nightgown, wearing half-rimmed glasses, which, combined with her foxy eyes, exuded a strong sense of abstinence.
"Are you nearsighted?"
Yang Jiajia asked casually.
"No, just for decoration. Do they look good?"
Recently, she had been sitting by the computer selecting stocks and reading under a desk lamp for several hours at a time, and she did feel her eyesight had declined somewhat.
The glasses were exchanged from the system store; long-term wear had the effect of improving vision.
And they only cost 50 points, so even just as an accessory, they looked good.
"They look good, you'd look good even with reading glasses. Hurry and help me see how to revise this application form."
Yao An'an took the application form and began to review it.
Industrial Management Class A Mid-Autumn Class Meeting Application Form.
"Ah? A class meeting shouldn't need approval from the Youth League Committee, right?"
She only read the title and couldn't help but complain.
"It's not that idiot Zheng Huasong saying the class lacks cohesion and insisting on organizing a group movie outing. There's a cinema on campus, I don't understand why he insists on going outside. I feel like he just thinks I'm too idle and is deliberately giving me trouble."
Yang Jiajia gritted her teeth, looking as if she hated the other person.
"Oh."
Yao An'an didn't care about the meaning or background of this activity; anyway, she had to perform at the evening party and didn't have time for any class activities.
Zheng Huasong really knew how to pick a time; who would go out to watch a movie with him at this point? Many people would probably be absent.
Wouldn't watching the University of Finance and Economics Mid-Autumn Gala be better?
"What you wrote is fine; you just need to delete the text containing 'class meeting' in the application and change it to 'group activity' or 'team building'."
"Ah? Is it that simple?"
"Yes, it's that simple. After all, everyone is an adult now, so let's not talk about 'class meetings' anymore; it makes people think we're still high school students."
After praising her strategist a few times, Yang Jiajia prepared to go back and revise the application form, but her peripheral vision caught sight of the verdant green on Yao An'an's computer screen.
She immediately became curious.
"An'an, are you playing the stock market? Why does this K-line chart look like a plane crash?"
Hearing this, Wu Tong, who was sitting on the upper bunk watching TV, also poked her head out to look.
"No, I'm just casually looking."
Yao An'an casually brushed her off; in fact, she had already invested money, but had been losing recently.
But if she said such a thing, everyone would inevitably try to persuade her, so she decided not to speak.
Temporary gains and losses don't mean anything; she would continue to invest the income from her subsequent cover songs. She wasn't as unreliable as her aunt; at least, she had a clear idea when doing things.
Just as she thought of her aunt, Yao Qiuran's call came in.
"Come out, I'm at the East Gate of the University of Finance and Economics."
"Ah? So sudden?"
"Sudden? I just happened to be passing by and wanted to take you to eat something good. You're not in a hotel with a young man, are you? If it's inconvenient, then forget it."
Yao An'an's pretty face darkened.
"Wait for me to put on some makeup."
"Do it in the car. Who has an hour to wait for you? Hurry up, you have ten minutes. If you're late, I'll turn around and leave."
Her personality is really awful.
Yao An'an couldn't help but complain inwardly, then hung up the phone and began to silently get dressed.
At the entrance of the University of Finance and Economics, a BMW 430 with an aurora pink car wrap was parked.
Luxury cars were never lacking at the entrance of Shanghai Finance University; even sports cars were frequently seen, so this was not a rare sight, and people wouldn't pay too much attention.
But the woman leaning against the car door was truly eye-catching.
Long, chestnut, slightly wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, she wore a YSL black safari suit, black shorts, and her legs were lethally long. On her feet were a pair of Valentino's beautiful torture devices.
Her fair, delicate face was covered by oversized sunglasses, and a burning ladies' cigarette dangled from her bright red, Sexy lips.
Her aura was incredibly powerful, making the University of Finance and Economics students and teachers who thought highly of themselves and wanted to approach her hesitate.
This temperament, it seemed somewhat familiar.
Some students felt something but couldn't pinpoint the reason.
A few minutes later, Cai Da School Beauty Yao An'an met the woman, and after intimately linking arms with her, they suddenly realized.
By their appearance, these two looked like relatives, sisters? Aunt and niece? Or something else?
If she was Yao An'an's relative, then having such an aura was not surprising.
Old Yao's family genes are truly enviable; both of them are so beautiful.