After Qi Shejiang’s sharp-eyed fans raised the question, a surprising number of people started to compare if it was indeed Qi Shejiang, and the trending search query quickly added that there were suspicions of Zhang Yue spending New Year’s Eve with Qi Shejiang. Some said they found it similar, while most just mocked how wild the fans’ imaginations were. It wasn’t the Gregorian New Year; it was the lunar new year, the most important holiday in the traditional Chinese calendar, and they went out to have fun at night? As if just because Zhang Yue spoke to Qi Shejiang once, they must have known each other well.
“You see, look at this, there are even media asking me if it’s you,” Xia Yiwei said. Qi Shejiang was still in shock, shaken for quite a while, scared by the fans, “How did they recognize me? I was so bundled up!” Xia Yiwei pointed out that he was being naïve; didn’t they say they could recognize you even by just a foot? Your stature was there, plus you had your eyes exposed—when you turned to look back while running, the phone video wasn’t high-resolution, but the fans’ sharp eyes were enough. Qi Shejiang: “……”
“I knew this kid would definitely get you into some trouble,” Xia Yiwei finished, satisfied as she left. That’s right; she didn’t care for such news; it only validated her thoughts.
Qi Shejiang sat where he was, rubbed his hair, and then lay back down, not having much of an opinion about the trending topic; he just admired how acute those fans’ eyes were. Qi Shejiang didn’t really get up until noon; after finishing his meal, Mo Sheng and Qi Leyang came to pay New Year’s greetings. As disciples, they naturally couldn’t miss out on holiday greetings; both brought some fruit gifts, and upon entering, they saw Qi Guangling. This time, they were much calmer than last time, bowing and calling him ‘Master.’ Qi Guangling appeared quite pleased and even gave them some red envelopes.
Qi Shejiang also prepared red envelopes, sitting steadily there waiting for the two to pay their New Year respects, each receiving a thick red envelope. Despite their similar ages, ever since they became his disciples, Qi Shejiang had taken on more of an elder’s demeanor.
