Green Island Cafe
Wearing a mask and wrapping herself tightly, Jiaqi was sitting nervously in the private room.
This was her first ti eting a fan in private. The negative emotions of nervousness, fear, sha, and self-bla almost made her want to flee without a second thought.
The idol rules she usually considered as re formalities were constantly flashing in her mind, each line of text was so clear today.
She felt like a shaless woman who sold her soul for money, betrayed her vow, and trampled on the profession’s bottom line.
"Li Jiaqi, it’s really you!" A young man, also wrapped up tightly, knocked on the door of the private room, ecstatically exclaid in a hoarse voice.
"...Yes, it’s , you must be Zhang Yuze."
"It’s , Jiaqi. I’ve attended all your handshake events, but I’ve never dared to speak to you. Jiaqi, you’re so beautiful, like a little fairy."
Zhang Yuze looked at her infatuatedly, his chubby body itching to move, as if he might lunge at her the next mont.
Jiaqi couldn’t help but shrink back a bit, feeling extre disgust in her heart, but she had to deal with him delicately.
"I still have to rehearse in the afternoon, it took a lot of effort to get leave to et you this ti."
"Jiaqi, it must have been hard for you. Order anything you like; I often see you eating only instant noodles in your pockets."
"What else can I do? You know the company makes money by exploiting us little idols."
Jiaqi gradually cald down. This ti she could co because he fulfilled his promise by casting 150,000 votes for her.
She could tell that this person’s financial condition was average, not much to squeeze out. Such people were rely a temporary "blood bag."
Upon hearing Jiaqi ntion the company, Zhang Yuze’s eyes filled with anger: "The gang is inhumane; we invest so much money in voting for you every year and buy so many peripherals, yet only a few bucks go to small idols. You should switch companies."
Jiaqi couldn’t help but smile bitterly: "It’s not that easy. Our contract terms are extrely long: idol contract until 30 and an additional 20-year film and television contract. Leaving would require paying an astronomical penalty. Our only hope is relying on fans like you to vote."
"Jiaqi, rest assured, I will fully support you."
"Actually, I know it’s not easy for you to make money. Just send 20,000 yuan a month for living expenses, and that’ll be enough."
"Two... twenty thousand yuan?" Zhang Yuze’s face imdiately showed difficulty.
"Actually, the 20,000 yuan is just for normal expenses. You know we have to smooth things over on the managent side to get announcents, maintain relations with top mbers, and I also want to hire dance and vocal teachers to improve my professional skills..."
As Jiaqi said this, she secretly glanced at the man in front of her, seeing hesitation on his plump, slightly ashen face, knowing he probably could afford it.
"Yuze, I’m not soone who just asks for money out of vanity. But, it’s impossible to beco a TOP star without support. Can you help ?"
Zhang Yuze, seeing Jiaqi’s sincere yet hopeful gaze and her face like a callia flower, was utterly captivated.
He was a senior programr, his salary quite decent, earning over 400,000 yuan a year in pure inco.
But due to his appearance, he could never find a girlfriend. At his most frustrated and repressed hormonal peak, he happened to watch a "Galaxy Girl Group" ’Sumr Cool Show’ online and beca utterly infatuated.
After months of indulgence and watching dozens of small theater performances, he beca crazily and obsessively enamored with the girl in front of him, feeling she was his lifelong ultimate dream.
Every midnight when he couldn’t help himself, he would take out her photo and fantasize for a long ti.
Today, he ca with the intention of having a private conversation with his idol and then leaving.
The 150,000 was just to realize a dream in his heart, not to expect anything more.
But when he saw Jiaqi in person, he felt his mind and actions were out of control, just wanting to be closer to the girl in front of him.
Now, seeing her looking troubled, he felt his heart breaking.
"Jiaqi, don’t worry, it’s just 20,000 yuan a month. I’ll give it to you. I’ll just save a bit myself; I don’t spend much anyway."
"...Well, Yuze, if it’s beyond your financial capacity, then forget it."
"No, really, it’s no problem. Look, here’s my pay slip." In his urgency, Zhang Yuze took out his phone to show his pay slip, almost ready to reveal his bank account and password.
"Jiaqi, did you know? I used to live in a daze, only knowing how to code every day, miserably waiting for the day to end like I was slowly ending my life. But everything changed since I started liking you; the world’s colors were no longer just black and white."
"Jiaqi, do you know! Seeing you smile makes especially happy, my lips involuntarily curling up. Sotis, I don’t want to work, but thinking about needing to vote for you gives the motivation to continue."
Jiaqi looked at this otaku who seed almost airborne, a twinge of pity flashing in her heart.
But she thought about how she might really lose Yuwei if she didn’t get a good ranking in both the imdiate and total selections this ti.
So of Yuwei’s fans were already spreading rumors that she was leeching off of her.
"Yuze, thank you, you really don’t have to give so much for . Just send 15,000 yuan a month for living expenses, and I’ll find a way for the rest."
Hearing his idol being considerate of him like this, Zhang Yuze was almost moved to tears.
"Yuze, I have to go back now, my leave is up. By the way, I also prepared a gift for you, I hope you like it."
"A gift?"
With his mind blank, Zhang Yuze watched as she took out an item from her backpack—a shirt.
"It has my signature on it. Be sure to keep it safe!"
The sweet voice made his heart blossom with joy, realizing it was a rather luxurious silk shirt.
This made Zhang Yuze even more flustered and grateful: "Jiaqi, this gift must be expensive!"
"It’s okay. I saved on about half a month’s food expenses." This wasn’t a lie; she indeed used half a month’s food expenses to buy this shirt.
As they say, you can’t catch a wolf without risking sothing, and he had already spent more than a hundred thousand on her.
"Thank you, Jiaqi, I..."
"Yuze, just knowing my feelings is enough."
"Jiaqi, can we et often in the future?"
Upon hearing this question, Jiaqi’s face suddenly turned gloomy, frightening Zhang Yuze into hurriedly apologizing.
"Yuze, you know the group has many creepy fans watching us little idols. If we et often, they’ll definitely find out. You don’t want my idol career to end, right?"
"Of course I don’t want that."
"We can et once a month at an agreed ti."
Jiaqi knew that if she didn’t occasionally give so sweetness, this dog’s loyalty might wane or even turn against her.
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