Boli Music Academy.
Girls' dormitory building.
"Oh my beans!"
"Is it real?!"
A scream suddenly echoed in a girl's dorm room.
Ye Qiao, lying in bed, bolted upright, her eyes fixed on her phone, her beautiful eyes trembling, feeling incredulous.
The photo of Sun Zhe with the Flood Dragon felt unreal to her, yet it was so real, without a single flaw.
The visual impact made her heart race uncontrollably, unable to calm down for a long time.
It was then that Sun Zhe called her on video.
Ye Qiao snapped back to reality, hurriedly answered the call, and said firmly, "Photoshopped, Sun Xiaozhe, this photo of yours must be photoshopped!"
"With AI software so advanced nowadays, it could definitely create this kind of effect."
Sun Zhe chuckled lightly, "You're not trying to expose me; you're just trying to convince yourself, right?"
"You're a college student, often using a computer, can't you tell if it's photoshopped?"
Ye Qiao: "…"
