“That’s it, there’s no way out now.”
Orange Quiet Frost was completely exposed.
If Orange Quiet Frost were just a carefree ordinary college girl right now, this would be easy to handle.
No matter how big the storm outside, as long as she locked herself in her room, cranked the AC to the lowest setting, put on her headphones, and played games comfortably for a few weeks, the internet’s short-term memory would fade.
But the problem was, wasn’t she about to officially debut soon?
There was no way to avoid this…
At her computer desk, Orange Quiet Frost listlessly answered the phone call from Chu Yong.
“Quiet Frost, have you seen the news online?”
Orange Quiet Frost propped her cheek with one hand.
“I have.”
“Come to the company later. We’ll discuss how to handle it. Don’t worry, it shouldn’t be a big problem. Orange Berry has already gone to pick you up.”
“Got it, meow meow.”
Orange Quiet Frost hung up the phone and sighed.
Her originally wonderful vacation had just gone down the drain.
Unwillingly, Orange Quiet Frost got up from her gaming chair, took off her loose, comfortable cotton pajamas, and walked barefoot on the soft carpet to start rummaging through her massive wardrobe.
After a rustle of clothes.
Orange Quiet Frost changed into a light gray chiffon blouse with a cute style and delicate lace at the collar.
For the bottom, she paired it with a gray-and-white houndstooth high-waist skirt.
She deftly slipped on a pair of semi-transparent black pantyhose, outlining the curves of her well-proportioned, slender legs.
Then, she planned to match it with a pair of pure white high heels.
Why all this effort to dress up all of a sudden?
Because Orange Quiet Frost sat on the edge of the bed and calmly thought it through.
In the video that had been viewed millions of times and was trending on the hot search, wasn’t that outfit the most popular one?
Baggy pants and long sleeves, topped with a baseball cap, and flat canvas shoes on her feet.
That day, she had deliberately dressed as a nondescript passerby outfit, completely considering the various troublesome situations she might encounter outside.
But who would have thought it would be so absurd that she got recognized just by her voice when paying?
If now, Orange Quiet Frost went out still wearing long sleeves, long pants, and flat shoes, with her long straight black hair down, and a baseball cap on her head trying to cover up…
Then walking down the street, wouldn’t it create a sense of déjà vu?
Instead, she shouldn’t dress too plainly.
As they say, the tall tree hides in the forest.
Orange Quiet Frost dressed herself up nicely and openly, with a light layer of makeup.
That way, even if passersby happened to see her on the street, their first reaction would only be:
Wow, this girl is really pretty, she looks like a young lady.
No one would immediately associate the delicate girl in front of them, wearing high heels and a lace blouse, with the internet’s street female warrior who kicked a phone away and snapped a water pipe with her bare hands.
Even though half her face was exposed, she could just wear a mask.
Orange Quiet Frost sat in front of the dressing table and began to gather her long hair.
Since long straight black hair was also very noticeable, she would tie it up in a classic, more traditional hairstyle.
In this world, things like being pestered by strange people on street corners, getting into heated arguments, or even shoving, happened every day, right?
Just because the protagonist of the video turned out to be a pretty girl, it couldn’t possibly become this absurdly popular for that reason alone, could it?
Sigh, sigh…
Orange Quiet Frost picked up her lipstick and gently pressed it to her lips.
But thinking about it carefully, it wasn’t impossible.
Like in the gaming streaming section, the same Silver-rank bronze-level gameplay: when a male streamer plays, no one watches; switch to a female streamer with a nice voice, and immediately more people tune in.
Sometimes on this appearance-obsessed internet, even boring assembly-line screw-turning, as long as it was done by a young, pretty girl, tons of people would stare.
But Orange Quiet Frost had just reacted on instinct back then.
For someone who hated being photographed, that was practically a death sentence, so she kicked out.
And later being ambushed by that man—could that really be blamed on her? Who would have thought?
He picked up a construction water pipe from the ground and swung it at her like crazy.
The dull whoosh of the wind was really terrifying, meow meow!
Now the internet’s attention had shifted from subduing the thug to a nationwide search for the mysterious super steel beauty girl.
Sigh, sigh…
Just as Orange Quiet Frost finished combing her hair, there was a knock on the door.
“Quiet Frost, are you ready?”
Ah, it was Aunt’s voice.
Orange Quiet Frost immediately got up and opened the door.
“Coming, coming, we can go now.”
Outside the door, Orange Berry, dressed in a sharp business suit, looked surprised as she sized up the transformed Orange Quiet Frost from top to bottom.
“Why are you dressed so nicely?”
“The tall tree hides in the forest. I can’t wear the same long pants and long sleeves as that day, right? Dressing up openly like this will actually make me less noticeable.”
Orange Berry nodded.
“Then let’s go.”
However, before changing her shoes to go out, Orange Quiet Frost saw her mother sitting on the couch in the living room, drinking black tea.
Orange Quiet Frost quickly walked over like an obedient little cat and sat down beside her mother.
“I’ll be back soon.”
Orange Peach reached out and touched the hairstyle, smiling.
“Your hair is tied up nicely.”
Orange Quiet Frost raised her chin, pleased.
“Hmph, I put effort into it.”
“Be careful.”
“I know.”
“This time it wasn’t your fault, and I don’t plan to blame you. Just follow Orange Berry’s lead. If any problems come up, come home.”
“Mm-hmm, it’s fine, it’s fine.”
Hearing her daughter’s relaxed reply, Orange Peach said nothing.
Instead, she naturally reached out and slightly lifted the collar of Orange Quiet Frost’s lace blouse.
Ah, she still felt bad.
She was very protective of her own.
Seeing her carefully nurtured younger daughter suffer such a serious injury for the first time in her memory—those black-and-purple marks imprinted on the fair, delicate skin—made Orange Peach’s heart ache terribly, like needles pricking her.
But Orange Quiet Frost was indeed a bit tougher than other girls her age.
Even when injured, she tried hard to act like nothing was wrong.
Even though the sting of the medicine and the pressure of the application made Orange Quiet Frost’s entire small face twist in pain, tears welling up in her eyes.
Still, Orange Quiet Frost clenched her head, bit her lip fiercely, and didn’t let out a single cry of pain.
It made Orange Peach both relieved and heartbroken.
She really was still a child, after all—understanding in some ways, reckless in others.
Fortunately, the injury on Orange Quiet Frost’s shoulder had improved today after external application of medicine and rest.
Even though her “rest” meant sitting and playing games all day…
The bruise was slowly fading, and the frightening black marks at the edges were also gradually lightening.
Orange Peach’s only hope now was that it wouldn’t leave a scar on her skin.
Finally, mother and daughter exchanged a knowing smile.
Orange Peach gently pulled her daughter into her arms and softly patted her on the back.