It wasn't just Qiu Ya.
Many of the girls in the classes next door had practically reached the point of openly being in love with Ding Ling.
After several months of fermentation,
Ding Ling had now become a bona fide celebrity at Seventh High School.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a star of the new era.
Moreover, compared with chasing movie stars or television stars,
chasing a celebrity who was a great author
was something parents not only wouldn't oppose but would support, even expressing that their children should learn more from Ding Ling.
That was precisely because of this.
The girls at Seventh High School could chase celebrities without any burden at all. Every time one of Ding Ling's novels was published, they were the most enthusiastic, rushing into battle at the first opportunity to buy an authorized copy.
Then they would return to school excitedly, rush to Ding Ling's class, raise their books, and shout at Ding Ling, "Ding Ling, I just bought your novel. Give me an autograph!"
This was what Ding Ling experienced almost every day during this period.
Taking advantage of getting autographs, female classmates carrying love letters came one after another without end.
Zhang Yang, Xia Luo, and the others had long since grown numb to it, drooling with envy.
That was because quite a few of these girls were class beauties. Although they were slightly inferior to Qiu Ya, they weren't actually far behind. With a little dressing up, they could rival Qiu Ya in beauty.
Class beauties with such appearances were openly casting flirtatious glances at Ding Ling and declaring their love.
What man wouldn't feel envious, jealous, and red-eyed at the sight?
Xia Luo had even hammered his desk several times in envy, wishing he could replace Ding