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Chapter 377: Sybrian's Bad Luck and the People She Meets
Chapter 377: Sybrian's Bad Luck and the People She Meets
Dark clouds loomed in the sky, threatening rain at any moment. Many pedestrians had already donned their hoods, bracing themselves for the first drops of moisture that would herald the arrival of a cool and damp evening.
The area around the Helrom Broadcasting Corporation building was packed with people, many of whom had turned their attention to the distant screens or were intently watching the ongoing events. The giant screen on the building continued to broadcast live footage of the interview, and every word spoken amid the chaos of microphones was amplified and reverberated throughout the entire building.
On the large screen, the images of the two young women were magnified, every slight movement and expression becoming the focus of the crowd's attention.
"I didn't mean..."
Sybrian never expected Lanchi's interview to be so provocative, attracting so many fervent supporters in such a short time.
Earlier, when they had parted ways, she hadn't witnessed any indication of Lanchi possessing this ability to garner such a wide range of fanatical followers, not even in Ikelite. Sybrian couldn't help but wonder what Lanchi had experienced in the Protoss Empire during these past two months!
However, gradually, no one paid attention to her words, and the gazes of the people around her held varying degrees of hostility.
In the eyes of these fanatical supporters of the political celebrity, the remarks made by the young noble lady of the Milford family were a disrespectful affront to their leader and a blatant challenge from the opposition.
"These two young ladies are merely expressing their opinions. In Mr. Rocky McCarthy's view, everyone has the right to actively voice their thoughts, and every voice should be heard so that we can make progress, isn't that right?"
The reporter beside them struggled to maintain order during the interview, attempting to quell the emotions that seemed ready to erupt at any moment.
But he dared not go too far in defending the two young women, for fear of being labeled an enemy of Rocky McCarthy by this group of fervent fans.
"You don't understand Rocky McCarthy at all!"
"You two stuck-up noble ladies deserve to be expelled. It's Mr. Rocky McCarthy's kindness that has given you too much freedom on campus."
Gradually, some of the fans began to vocalize their dissatisfaction loudly, and a few more impulsive individuals even started shouting and pointing accusingly.
This sentiment began to spread like waves, causing even the reporter to feel the weight of the situation, prompting him to try and bring the highly pressurized interview to a swift conclusion.
"You..."
Michelle was about to explode in anger at those people. She didn't understand why her sister didn't want Rocky to run for president, but she knew that her sister was wronged and couldn't defend herself. Deep down, her sister was the one who supported Rocky the most.
However, just as Michelle was about to lose her temper, she felt the icy hand of Sybrian restraining her.
This was not the time to make a scene and cause more trouble for the Milford family in such a prominent location outside the Helrom Broadcasting Corporation building.
The air was thick with an almost tangible sense of oppression, and the sense of danger became palpable, like a tightly drawn bowstring about to snap.
The guards also noticed the crowd's mounting excitement and growing desire to vent their emotions. They quickly strengthened their guard, ready to intervene if necessary to ensure the safety of the interview.
The area where the two young women stood suddenly became the most eye-catching spot in Helrom, the city that never slept. The crowd pressed closer, shrinking the space around them.
On the other side.
The revolving glass door of the Helrom Broadcasting Corporation building slowly turned.
Escorted by a group of solemn-faced guards in suits, the young political celebrity stepped out of the building.
His aura was unique, and even in the darkness, his distinctive style was unmistakable. His tall figure cast long shadows on the ground as he walked, his purple suit now draped with a dark overcoat. He glanced at the situation outside, then casually tucked his hands into his coat pockets and strode forward, accompanied by thunderous cheers from the densely packed crowd.
Even a casual glance from him exuded an unintentional air of leadership.
People shouted Rocky McCarthy's name, along with the inspiring slogan he had proclaimed during today's interview.
For a moment, the roar of the crowd drowned out the faint discussions and unrest on the other side of the building, like a giant wave.
"Students from our school?"
Lanchi, peering through the gaps in the dense crowd, noticed the attire of the two young ladies and muttered in confusion.
His gaze fell upon them like a spotlight, and even without saying a word, his presence had a calming effect, causing the crowd in that direction to become aware of his attention.
As he stepped out of the Helrom Broadcasting Corporation's doors, Rocky McCarthy noticed a commotion in the distance.
If there was chaos, he certainly couldn't afford to stand by and do nothing.
"Please help me out here," he said briefly to the security personnel beside him, raising his hand in a simple gesture.
Immediately, the crowd began to part, heeding the young political celebrity's understated request.
Seizing the opportunity, the guards swiftly guided him through the throng, heading towards the two young women.
With each step he took, the crowd instinctively retreated, making way for him.
Despite the ongoing clamor, Lanchi's commanding presence seemed to quiet the uproar, as if his very aura created a momentary hush amidst the chaos, like a blank canvas amidst the night's backdrop.
Finally, he made his way through the path cleared by the crowd and approached the Helrom Broadcasting Corporation's reporter and the two young women.
Lanchi heaved a sigh, though no one knew the reason for his exasperation.
How ironic that it was these two Milford ladies again.
In just two days, this was the second time their paths had crossed.
The previous encounter at Sigrid's Rock Junction Station in Hexi Province had been when he was escorting the extinct saint's child, so this would likely be the first time these two ladies had encountered him as Rocky McCarthy.
Lanchi's gaze swept across the crowd, his rational eyes conveying a silent message to everyone—these young women were students from the school he oversaw, and he expected everyone to remain calm.
As the principal, he felt a sense of unspoken responsibility and protection for these young people.
As he drew closer to the two young women, Lanchi's figure once again appeared on the large screen above, capturing everyone's attention.
He raised his hand gently but firmly, signaling to his fans with a minimal gesture that, in this widely watched situation, respect and understanding were the core values he upheld as a leader.
"..." Sybrian stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure that had suddenly appeared, so close yet separated by an invisible wall.
She never expected that once again, he would come to her aid.
And under his protection, she finally felt a sense of safety and relief.
"I apologize, but I think there might have been a misunderstanding regarding her words. At school, I am deeply loved by a portion of the students, and as a result, some students may not want me to leave campus to take on the busy imperial affairs of the political world. I hope everyone can understand their sentiments."
Lanchi addressed the cameras, calmly and confidently interpreting Sybrian's earlier statement for the benefit of the crowd.
"..." Sybrian's eyes, bright with a mix of emotion—gratitude, relief, and a hint of grievance—reflected his image.
Despite the surrounding clamor that threatened to deafen her, the gentle voice of Rocky McCarthy, resonating below the building, rang clear and distinct, each word imprinting itself in her mind.
So it wasn't just in the Southern Continent or Ikelite.
Even here in the Northern Continent, in Helrom, a place where they had never crossed paths before, and where her disguise remained intact, he still came to her aid.
In that moment, Sybrian recalled the first time she had met Lanchi, back in Ikelite Academy, when they were still strangers to each other.
Even then, he had spoken and acted in a similar manner, always coming to her aid.
During the entrance exam, he had helped her defeat the malicious Viscount Ferret. After the exam, he had smoothed things over between her and Princess Vivian. When the son of the Modan Marquis had caused trouble, Lanchi had chased him away. He had taken her through the Shadow World Demon Academy to help her grow stronger. In the garden, he had defeated the female assassin from the Resurrection Church. And during the cathedral dinner, he had protected her when she was chosen as the target of a blood clan affiliate's hunt...
It was only then that Sybrian understood why she had been so unlucky.
This man had taken her merit, but he would always appear to rescue her whenever she was in danger.
Was this what it meant to spend all your luck meeting someone—to have them drain your fortune but keep you safe?
(End of Chapter)
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