The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 391

Chapter 391: 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.

Though small in stature, the girl was fierce. Hera couldn’t help but think of a chihuahua—tiny but always ready to bite when irritated or provoked. The girl stepped in front of Hera, who was momentarily lost for words, and spread her arms protectively, standing her ground with surprising intensity.

Hera couldn’t help but be amused by the cute girl who looked like she belonged in middle school. With a small face, large eyes, and delicate features—a tiny nose and lips—she resembled a real-life doll. Her long, straight hair was tied into a twin ponytail, and she wore a simple white shirt, black skirt, long black socks, and black leather shoes. Hera noticed there was no visible school emblem on the girl’s outfit, perhaps because it was on a vest or coat she wasn’t wearing at the moment.

The two girls, embarrassed at being called witches in front of so many students, looked ready to fight back. But like Hera, they quickly realized their “opponent” was just a middle schooler. Deciding to act as though they were the bigger people, they huffed and scoffed at Hera before storming off. The little girl, however, wasn’t about to let them have the last word. She puffed out her chest and stuck her tongue out at the two retreating girls in defiant indignation.

“That’s right! You should’ve left earlier instead of projecting your insecurities onto someone just because they’re clearly prettier and more talented than you. Hmph!”

The two girls were furious, but realizing they would only become the laughingstock if they squabbled with a kid, they stomped off with their tails between their legs. The girl let out a hearty laugh, then spun around to face Hera, her big eyes sparkling with mischief and a wide grin spreading across her face.

“Hello, Sister Hera! I’m your fan, ‘HeraIsMySister’! I’m here to protect you from any unreasonable fans so you can get to class!” The girl saluted playfully, as if she were on duty, and began guiding Hera toward her classroom.

Still a bit baffled by the sudden turn of events, Hera felt a gentle push on her back as the girl urged her forward. The girl chatted away, asking questions in an adorably cute voice. Though she barely reached Hera’s chest due to Hera’s heels, the little fan carried herself with an air of defiance that made her seem more intimidating than Hera herself.

The girl would scowl or growl at anyone who tried to approach Hera, barking, “She’s late! Move, or I’ll bite you!” Hera was utterly amused, unsure where this fierce little protector had come from. Her laughter rang out, melodious and beautiful, her eyes sparkling with tears of joy.

She couldn’t contain it, and the hallway fell into stunned silence. Everyone paused, captivated by Hera’s radiant beauty as her laughter echoed, almost glowing in their eyes. Mesmerized, they simply stood there, watching as the girl confidently guided Hera down the hall.

The girl joined Hera in laughter as she saw everyone frozen in place, their eyes following Hera’s every move. “Sister Hera, I didn’t realize your beautiful laughter was more effective than my barking! Maybe you should just laugh like this on your way to class so no one bothers you?” she suggested with a grin. Hera’s laughter only grew louder, her amusement evident.

“Wouldn’t I just come off as a bit eccentric if I started laughing out of nowhere? It might deter people from approaching, but it would probably just lead to more gossip and negative headlines,” Hera replied with a chuckle. She felt a growing closeness to the girl, not only because of her straightforwardness but also due to the clear, pure sincerity in her deer-like eyes. Hera could tell that the girl was a genuine fan.

“Hahaha! Then I’ll just be your bodyguard and help you deal with these annoying people since they clearly don’t respect your personal time or your responsibilities as a student,” the girl said loudly, making sure everyone could hear. Her words rang true; while fans should support their idols, they shouldn’t intrude on their personal lives or become a hindrance. Instead of being helpful, they were causing unnecessary trouble.