"What? When did that happen?" Songkan still had noodles hanging from his mouth, his face turning pale with shock.
"I just told them on the phone that I'm leaving today."
"I mean, when did you start thinking spacetime research had entered a 'sacred' realm?"
"Fuck..." Yuan Wuwei's eyebrows shot up, but he ultimately held it in. He merely bit through the noodles with force and defended himself vaguely, "Doesn't it sound more powerful that way?"
"Then I think my life is pretty powerful right now too."
"Slurp... Speaking of which, you really have changed. Can idols really change people?"
"Miss Raven can certainly change people, but the turning point that drove my change came long before I met her."
"Bullshit! If I hadn't swallowed my pride and gotten that autograph for you, you'd still be hiding behind the internet every day, fantasizing and moving yourself to tears! Just like those fans behind the Bullet Screen now!"
"What did they do?"
"Heh heh, they can't wait to slap the title 'Saint Songkan' on you. Better yet, they'd seal the coffin and pass judgment right now, so they can powder and paint you up properly."
Songkan chuckled and continued eating his noodles. "Not that bad. I think they're pretty nice. Didn't someone even want to donate money to me?"
"So, have you opened a donation account? Want me to hold it for you, so your thoughts don't become reality and the money lands in some empty account?"
"I already explained it in the Demi-Plane. There shouldn't be any major problems." Songkan had begun drinking the broth, his words muffled. "The moderators there are fairly rational. The atmosphere is quite good now, and their influence in the circle is steadily growing. They should be able to play a leading role in the future,