"Holy crap! It's Ruan Mei! This... this is too authoritative!"
"This is practically a mom-level!"
"Damn it, I misjudged Professor Ratio. This is clearly a girl-pal, no... this IS Ruan Mei herself!"
"Mommy!"
"I want a reward! Wuwuwu, those must be pastries made by Ruan Mei herself! Even the packaging is custom-made, how nice, I envy the reporter."
"Wuwuwu, I want to be Ruan Mei's test subject."
"Wow, this is near my house, is it still not too late for me to rush over now?"
"Tsk tsk, our reporter lady has also been captivated by Ruan Mei."
"Holy crap! Did she just let her leave like that? Couldn't she have interviewed her a few more times? Wow, sis, are you just giving up on the hype like that?"
It could be said that the audience in the live stream was dying of impatience, but Qiu Yunshu, who was responsible for the interview outside, did not take much effective action. It is worth mentioning that she was not the only reporter responsible for interviews; there were also reporters at other examination sites.
Therefore, after a period of time, the live broadcast screen also shifted to other perspectives.
Of course, Mo Yu himself was unaware of these things. At this moment, he was pulling his suitcase and hurrying to the place he had agreed upon with his best friend.
Soon, Mo Yu spotted the other person's figure; it was Professor Ratio wearing a purple qipao.
However, when Mo Yu saw him, he was fiddling with his phone, and soon, Mo Yu's handbag vibrated.
"Where are you? I've been waiting for you for ages."
"I'm already here."
"Here? Where?"
Professor Ratio in the distance looked up, glancing around. For some reason, he clearly saw Mo Yu but chose to ignore him.
"Really? Where are you? I don't see you."
"In front of you."
"In front of me?"
Professor Ratio looked up again, gazing forward. This time, his eyes landed directly on Mo Yu.
"There's only a Ruan Mei in front of me."
"Yes, that's me."
"You're kidding, right? What does this Ruan Mei have to do with you? You're not hiding because your cosplay was too bad, just to laugh at me, are you?"
"6"
Seeing this, Mo Yu didn't continue to argue. Instead, he dragged his suitcase and walked towards Professor Ratio in front of him.
Looking at Ruan Mei walking towards him, Professor Ratio's face first showed a hint of surprise, then bewilderment, and finally, his eyes widened, an expression of disbelief. If he had been wearing glasses at that moment, they would surely have fallen to the ground.
No! Dude!
Who? Who are you?
"You... you're my buddy?"
"Otherwise?"
Mo Yu put down his suitcase, then spread his hands, showing a helpless expression. As for his voice, it had returned to his usual youthful tone.
"Huh?"
Professor Ratio's mouth twitched, then he circled Mo Yu, scrutinizing him up and down, as if observing some rare species.
"Alright, that's enough, Xiayang."
Xiayang was his name. To be precise, his surname was Song, and his full name was Song Xiayang, while his younger sister was named Song Qiuyue.
"No, are you really my buddy?"
After observing for a long time, Song Xiayang again said in disbelief. Even now, he found it hard to believe that the person in front of him was his best friend. Although he knew his friend was exceptionally talented, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen to involve him in this stunt, who could have imagined that he could achieve this level?
Cross-dressing, with no sense of incongruity whatsoever, even to the point of being flawless.
"You're really not my buddy, disguised by someone he hired?"
"Heh, with my connections, could I find a cosplayer of this caliber?"
Mo Yu said helplessly. He was just an ordinary university student and didn't pay attention to Anime Convention activities or anything. His social circle was limited to his school and major. Even if he really wanted to find a cosplayer for a commission, he wouldn't know where to look.
"Hmm, that's true."
After hearing Mo Yu's words, Song Xiayang even thought about it quite seriously, then nodded.
"Alright, since there are no questions, let's leave it at that."
Mo Yu waved his hand, and as his words fell, his aura changed again, transforming back into that cold and elegant Jiangnan beauty, the genius Ruan Mei of the Genius Club.
However, even though Mo Yu quickly re-entered his role with the system's blessing, Song Xiayang beside him had lost his composure. At this moment, he was like a curious child, circling Mo Yu with a somewhat lewd smile, letting out a "hehe" laugh.
"Wow, bro, you smell so good."
"Can I touch your leg?"
To be honest, most people, upon seeing Mo Yu in his Ruan Mei state, would generally choose to observe from a distance and keep their respectful distance. Only Song Xiayang, knowing Mo Yu's identity, felt no such hesitation.
At this moment, he was not Professor Ratio at all, but a severely out-of-character pervert.
"That's enough, or else when security comes, no one can save you."
Mo Yu gave Song Xiayang a sidelong glance, saying indifferently. As a best friend, he was completely unbothered and immune to Song Xiayang's harassment. From Ruan Mei's mindset, it was the same.
It's like... as a human, would you care if a small white mouse you're observing and studying harbored feelings of affection for you? Emotions, for Ruan Mei, held little value.
And with the addition of rational thinking, Mo Yu felt the same way.
It is worth mentioning that the abilities rewarded by the system only fully take effect when playing a role. Under normal circumstances, a certain effect is activated based on the degree of portrayal. For example, if Mo Yu does not cosplay at all, but only carries a phone case identical to Ruan Mei's, he can still gain a one percent boost.
Of course, skills like cooking, musical performance, and appreciation level are naturally without any conditions.
After hearing Mo Yu's words and noticing some unusual gazes around him, Song Xiayang finally reined himself in. However, his eyes still held a hint of excitement. Of course, he definitely had no ulterior motives towards Mo Yu; it was simply that he was a bit abstract as a person.
Otherwise, as a complete amateur, he wouldn't have thought of cosplaying Dr. Ratio's qipao in his own private design to support his sister. This matter might not be a big deal within the community, but for an outsider who knew nothing about it, it was truly a bit abstract.
In short, after Song Xiayang reined himself in, Mo Yu no longer paid him any mind. He simply closed his eyes and waited silently. Most of the surrounding students' parents actually didn't understand cosplay. Moreover, today was the last day of the college entrance examination, and they were more focused on their children coming out successfully.