Galaxy, the center of life.
"What is this! What did you just make read!" Yu Qingjia held the freshly printed pages and couldn’t stop giggling.
"It’s the CP fanfiction written by those devoted little writers." Wang Yiran, dressed in red silk pajamas adorned with hearts, lay sprawled on the bed, her snow-white feet swaying back and forth, the golden bells tied to her ankles jingling crisply.
From the fans’ perspective behind the screen, peering past her glossy black bangs revealed a breathtaking view. Truly, a sight for sore eyes.
Instantly, the screen was flooded with comnts.
The mom fans have fallen!
The dad fans have fallen!
From now on, I’m officially a fallen fan of Wang Yiran.
Wang Yiran glanced at the screen’s ssages, her heart swelling with joy.
Indeed, the secret to Hanoi’s traffic lies in CP pairings. As long as this aspect is well done, even if the singing and dancing are diocre, there will still be masses of fans riding your wave.
"Why do you even bother with stuff like this? It’s all nonsense those people write," Yu Qingjia looked exasperated.
"It’s not nonsense—it’s full of sincere feelings." Wang Yiran sat up, grinning cheekily.
"Sister Qingjia, look, they’re begging us to read it out loud for them."
"They’re the worst, always stirring up sothing."
"Honestly, I feel like stirring up sothing too; I think this piece is written pretty well."
Wang Yiran laughed while casually flicking her hair.
The screen instantly exploded, gifts flying in left and right, all urging her to read what was written.
Wang Yiran’s features are simply the stuff that drives orange-loving sisters and obsessed fans wild. She has large, soulful eyes, a straight and petite nose, thin lips, and when she smiles, there’s a hint of playful mischief.
Yu Qingjia, on the other hand, is undeniably the type adored by protective younger brothers and fans of youthful, innocent charm: tall, with thick, long, jet-black hair, a delicate oval-shaped face, and an aura that’s ice-cold and commanding when not smiling, yet radiantly gorgeous when she does—like a classic manga archetype of a cool teacher or mature older sister.
Yu Qingjia felt it was ti and lightly cleared her throat before beginning to read:
Yu Qingjia visited a secluded massage center and found a young woman to help stretch out her back. Unexpectedly, she discovered she had gained the ability of ’mind-reading.’
Back at the dormitory, she took off her coat, ready to rest, when suddenly her roommate and close friend Wang Yiran’s inner thoughts ca through loud and clear.
Qingjia’s figure is so alluring!
Her waist is so slender, her skin so fair.
Did she notice this morning when I sneakily touched her? Probably not, right?
Her lips look so plump, so soft, so inviting!
...
Yu Qingjia heard those thoughts and, without betraying her emotions, calmly walked into the bathroom.
As soon as she shut the door, she stared in shock at the mirror.
? I actually have the ability to read minds now?
"What is this! And you even call it good prose? It’s no better than third-rate fiction." Yu Qingjia couldn’t stop laughing.
"How is it not good? The details, the inner monologue—it’s so vivid." Wang Yiran wrapped an arm around her companion, leaning her head close to Yu Qingjia’s cheek.
Suddenly, the screen displayed a pair of dazzling beauties, radiant and enchanting.
The fans seed to go mad with excitent, as if injected with adrenaline.
They adored this kind of life from their idols—even if it was all just an act, they couldn’t help but love it.
"Oh dear! I really can’t read any more, and what’s with the pen na of that author—’Wandering All Over the Cast Qing’?"
"The na is spot on! Who told you to be so captivating? Every ti you go out, I can’t relax—I just want to tuck you into my pocket."
"Oh stop! I want freedom. I want to let loose—you can’t keep tied down!"
"Where do you think you’re going? Watch tie you up with my little ropes!"
Amid the laughter and playful wrestling, Wang Yiran managed to pin Yu Qingjia down beneath her.
Suddenly, the whole world seed to fall silent.
The warm lighting cast a cozy glow over the room; it was small but enveloped the beating hearts of the duo.
So fans watching from their screens were practically drooling.
And just then, Yu Qingjia’s phone started ringing.
She instinctively picked it up, effectively ending the scene.
The fans watching were all disappointed.
But Wang Yiran knew well enough—this was plenty. It’s important to keep up appearances without overdoing it.
Yu Qingjia glanced at the screen of her phone, and her expression darkened as she hung up the call.
But barely five seconds later, the phone rang again.
Wang Yiran, sensing sothing was off, leaned over to check and instantly her face turned cold as frost.
"I want to tell whoever’s calling that I know who you are. You’re watching us right now, aren’t you?"
The fans watching on screen were stunned. Wang Yiran... suddenly getting serious?
But experienced fans caught on imdiately—they realized Yu Qingjia was being harassed by a toxic fan.
"If this weren’t a live stream right now, I’d be swearing loud and clear."
"We’re in the idol business—we understand we have to accept criticism from others. But that doesn’t an we accept harassnt."
"I know who you are, and so do many of the senior fans, I’m sure."
After Wang Yiran finished speaking, Yu Qingjia’s phone finally went quiet.
"Thank you, Yiran!"
"Thank for what? If there’s a problem, we face it together."
The two felt their hearts grow closer yet again.
In a nicely decorated house,
A young man with a shy deanor sat frozen in place.
Before him were a computer and a dozen phones.
The room was plastered with posters of Yu Qingjia, along with banners, CDs, and other fan items of the duo.
This person was infamous among Hanoi fans.
His parents were teachers, and the family had decent financial ans.
After graduating from college, he opened a flower shop.
The inco was excellent, and he belonged to the middle class of Zhang Shenghai’s local society.
Ever since becoming a fan of Galaxy, his previously normal life took a drastic turn.
He enjoyed trailing after Yu Qingjia—not in the way other toxic fans would confess their love or cause public disturbances, but simply by following her: behind trees, around corners, hidden in shadows.
At first, Yu Qingjia tolerated his behavior, given he poured a lot of money into voting for her.
But it soon escalated. He sohow obtained her phone number from Galaxy’s operations team and began calling her incessantly.
Sotis he’d call hundreds of tis in a single day and even started ssaging people around her, asking for her whereabouts.
Although his stalking got him banned from theaters, handshake events, and even voting activities,
He always managed to find other people’s ID cards to buy accounts and continue voting for Yu Qingjia. Then he’d proudly post the voting results in fan chats.
His obsessive behavior angered other fans, and he got beaten up twice, but each ti he reported the assailants to the police, and they ended up arrested.
Galaxy Company, wary of negative PR, urged fans to avoid physical altercations but couldn’t stop his stalking or harassing calls.
Many assud smaller idols attracted fewer fans and didn’t have the sa level of dangerous followers as major celebrities. In reality, their toxic fans were often even more frightening.
"Heh, Yu Qingjia. First it was Lu Bingbing, then Li Jiaqi, and now Wang Yiran. Truly, you’re wandering all over, never slowing down."
"You claim you want to be a pure idol."
"Always appearing serene, beautiful, devoid of negativity, and full of positivity."
"But now, you’ve fallen beyond redemption. You once were my entire world, but now... I will purify you."
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