Chapter 391 Fan To The Rescue
Despite the positive attention, it was still exhausting for Hera to maintain her smile and stop each time someone wanted to chat, get a picture, or an autograph. The constant interruptions were time-consuming and risked making her late for her classes if they continued.
Hera attempted to decline a few times, explaining that she was running late for her next classes, but some people took offense and began badmouthing her. This drew attention from others, but Hera remained unfazed. She understood that issues like this were inevitable with her newfound celebrity status. However, she was determined not to compromise her education for it, as both aspects were equally important to her.
So, she stood her ground. If she constantly allowed her fans to interrupt her personal time, they would never learn to respect her boundaries. Despite being a public figure, it was important for them to understand that she also had a life outside her career and needed to focus on her studies, just like anyone else.
If declining requests for photos and autographs every time she needed to become a recurring issue, it would indeed become a significant problem. To prevent this from escalating, Hera knew she needed to set clear boundaries and establish rules now, before the situation grew any worse.
"I’m sorry, but I’m running late for my next class and need to be there in just two minutes. If I see you again later and have more time, I promise I’ll be happy to take a picture and give an autograph, okay?" Hera offered a charming smile with a genuine hint of apology, but the girls merely snorted in response.
"Just admit you don’t appreciate your female fans. You’d rather have the boys ogling at you because you love their attention. That’s such a slutty move."
"I didn’t know you were like this. You look down on us just because we’re girls, unlike the boys who shower you with compliments, right?!"
The girls who stopped Hera for an autograph and picture made a scene simply because she couldn’t spare the time. It was already her fourth class of the day after lunch, and earlier, she hadn’t been able to enjoy her meal either. Every few seconds, someone approached her, and she found it hard to turn them down. Nearly everyone who saw her came over, with some even making a special trip to the cafeteria for the rich kids just to catch a glimpse of her, annoying the young masters and misses who were trying to eat in peace.
Hera was at a loss for what to do. She felt an overwhelming urge to explode in anger—first, because she was tired and hungry, and second, because she was running late. These girls, who claimed to be fans, seemed more interested in causing trouble than supporting her, pushing her to the verge of losing her temper.
"Hey! You witches! Can’t you understand plain language?! When did she ever say she didn’t want to? There’s a big difference between ’I can’t’ and ’I don’t want to’! She already explained she’s running late for class, yet you keep pestering her. So, tell me—are you really her fans, or are you just pretending to give her a hard time?" A girl, a head shorter than Hera, burst through the crowd of onlookers, her voice sharp with indignation.