Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 808 - 359 winds rise and clouds surge

The camera zoomed in, and at the same moment, everyone clearly saw the striking black number on the white ball.

The host’s passionate voice echoed through every corner of the theater via the microphone: "It seems our Xiao Rong is particularly destined with the number 19. Where’s fan number 19?"

Rong Xianning had drawn the number 19.

Yan Lu and Shi Qingqing froze in place, and after realizing what had happened, they simultaneously turned their heads to look at Shen You’an.

Yan Lu shook Shen You’an’s shoulders, shouting excitedly, "An’an, you really are the luckiest girl alive—how did you get picked for this?"

What kind of luck is this?

Yan Lu wasn’t jealous at all; she was ecstatic, so excited that her adrenaline was through the roof.

Shi Qingqing was extremely envious: "Your luck is just too good."

She tightly gripped the card in her hand—she was number 20, just off by a hair...

A bit unwilling, but mostly disappointed.

After all, this might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Shen You’an felt dizzy from Yan Lu’s shaking. "Stop... I’m about to throw up."

The host kept shouting, "Would fan number 19 please stand up?"

The fans in the audience began looking around front, back, and sideways.

Shen You’an handed her card to Yan Lu. "Stop shaking me, just take this."

"Take what?" Yan Lu shoved the card back into her hand, pushed her to her feet, and yelled loudly, "Number 19 is right here!"

In an instant, the spotlight, cameras, and all the attention in the venue converged at once.

Forced onto the spot, Shen You’an stood up—there was no need for shyness now—and boldly accepted the focus of everyone’s gaze.

What the audience saw was a tall, slim girl in a black outfit, wearing a baseball cap and a mask. Her face couldn’t be seen at all, but she carried herself with grace.

The gazes from the fans were filled with envy, jealousy, and a hint of bitterness.

How lucky can you be?

Rong Xianning noticed the girl in black who had stood up. His brows furrowed slightly before he took a step forward, seemingly trying to get a clearer look at her.

At that moment, all eyes were on the girl in black, so very few people caught Rong Xianning’s fleeting change of expression, and even those who did wouldn’t have connected it to anything else.

Even though there were several meters between them, her entire presence—clad in mysterious black, with her face obscured by the brim of her hat and mask—left only a hazy silhouette.

Yet, just from the silhouette, he still recognized her.

His breath hitched sharply. Subconsciously, he tightened his grip on the microphone as a wave of emotions—joy, excitement, and countless complexities—surged and overwhelmed him.

She had come to his birthday event!

Even more incredible, he had drawn her number.

What an unbelievably low probability.

Though a storm raged in his heart, his face betrayed little emotion. Over the past half-year of celebrity life, he had learned one crucial lesson: living under the public eye meant mastering emotional restraint. Even the smallest fluctuation could provoke endless speculation from others.

The host made a playful remark: "Congratulations to this lucky fan! You’ll get an exclusive chance to have dinner with your idol. Make good use of this opportunity—this dinner will be live-streamed, and you’ll be allowed to ask your idol three questions while dining. Xiao Rong will answer everything without reservation; this is a special treat for all fans."

Though they referred to it as "dining with the idol," it was really just a fan-oriented interview event with a gimmicky twist.

As the birthday event neared its end, the host once again redirected the audience’s attention to Rong Xianning. Shen You’an had only just sat down, when a staff member crouched down and approached her: "Miss, please come with me."

Shen You’an waved goodbye to Yan Lu, who watched her leave with unwilling reluctance, and followed the staff member out of the venue.

The staff led her to a lounge room and handed her a piece of paper: "When the time comes, choose three questions from this list to ask Xiao Rong."

The piece of paper listed fifteen questions, but they were all rather dull—like "What’s Rong Xianning’s favorite food?", "What’s his favorite animal?", or "What are his hobbies?"

Not a single sensitive question that the public was genuinely curious about was included.

Shen You’an glanced over it and didn’t take the paper.

"Got it," she said.

The staff member glanced at her curiously and asked, "Would you be willing to take off your hat and mask during the live stream?"

Shen You’an replied, "No."