It was noisy, but it really relieved stress.
Caught up in the atmosphere, Yan Mo blushed and sang along to several songs. The girls beside him were crying while singing, loudly shouting the singer’s name.
When the superstar finally came down to shake hands, Yan Mo, standing in the front row, could only see a sea of hands and hear endless screams.
He reached out too.
The singer lightly squeezed his fingertips.
After they separated, Yan Mo stared blankly at the hand that had just been touched by his idol.
His eyes widened with excitement.
Silently, he decided that he would never wash this hand again.
He would preserve it.
It absolutely had to be preserved!
“Thank you all for coming to my concert.”
After a song ended, the superstar smiled into the microphone.
Another wave of deafening cheers erupted.
Normally shy, Yan Mo gripped his glow stick and joined in with a small shout, making the system laugh endlessly.
Then the singer noticed something and joked to someone below the stage.
“Oh? You came too? Want to come up and sing a song?”
Instantly, everyone’s curiosity was piqued.
After all, even celebrities secretly attended this superstar’s concerts.
“Who is it?”
“Wow, is it a celebrity?”
Standing among the audience, Yan Mo craned his neck to look.
His cheeks were flushed red.
“System, is it a celebrity I know?”
【Look at how excited you are. Let me see. If it’s a celebrity from your original world too, we’ll go get a photo together.】
Yan Mo smiled happily.
The system floated higher into the air to take a look.
Suddenly, the little sphere froze.
“How is it? Who is it?”
【H-Host…】
The system screamed.
【R-Run! Quickly run!】
Yan Mo: ?
At that moment, the cameraman pointed the camera toward the celebrity disguised among the audience.
The giant screen displayed the person hidden among the fans.
“Who is it?”
Along with everyone else, Yan Mo looked up curiously.
Then the person smiled, removed his mask, and waved at the camera.
The entire venue exploded into screams and cheers.
Only Yan Mo—
The smile froze on his face.
The glow stick in his hand slowly lowered.
Old memories surfaced uncontrollably.
“But I don’t like obedient types like you.”
“And honestly, you’re too ordinary-looking.”
The boy hugged a guitar.
His smile was brilliant.
And somehow, there was room within that brightness for cruelty.
As if joking, he said:
“A partner is supposed to be someone you spend your whole life with, right? If I had to spend my entire life with an ugly person, that would be so tragic. Ugh, how terrifying~”
The flamboyant boy with dyed white hair stuck out his tongue.
Then his eyes suddenly lit up.
Leaning closer, his overly perfect face wore a mischievous smile that made hearts race.
“Yan Mo.”
He said:
“How about getting plastic surgery?”
Yan Mo was stunned.
For a moment, he genuinely began considering it.
Then, as if reading his thoughts, the boy burst into laughter.
“I’m kidding.”
Yan Mo sighed in relief.
Maybe the boy cared about him a little after all.
That was what he thought.
Then the boy’s tone turned indifferent.
Cold.
“I’m kidding.”
“Forget it.”
“Plastic surgery looks fake anyway. That’s ugly too. I don’t want that.”
“Let’s welcome—”
“YIN LIUGUANG!”
The boy, now much more mature, walked onto the stage.
He stood over six feet tall, with long limbs and a face seemingly favored by God himself.
Even magnified on giant screens, there wasn’t a single flaw.
Perfect.
Handsome.
Radiating youthful arrogance and confidence.
Like he alone ruled beneath the stars.
People often said Yin Liuguang was destined to become famous.
No matter how terrible his personality was.
No matter how childish he could be.
As long as he stood on a stage, he would always be the brightest star.
Anyone standing beside him would fade into the background.
“Even if Liuguang doesn’t mind being with you, if your relationship becomes public, fans and even ordinary people will say you aren’t a good match.”
“The internet is terrifying. You won’t be able to handle the pressure.”
Yin Liuguang’s manager had looked at Yan Mo helplessly.
“Actually, you’re handsome too. You could debut as a celebrity yourself.”
“But… compared to Liuguang, the gap between you is just too large.”
“You should give up sooner.”
“Don’t blame me for being blunt.”
“Since ancient times, when has a toad ever truly eaten swan meat?”
Yeah.
How could he forget?
He liked this singer’s songs too.
The manager’s earnest warnings from years ago remained vivid in his memory.
Amid the ocean of cheers and excitement, the boy stood on stage, worshipped by countless people.
Everyone was looking at him.
Calling his name.
Even strangers passing by would stop because of the superstar’s fame.
Who would ever—
Put down their glow stick.
Turn away.
Make themselves smaller.
Walk against the flow of people, away from the dazzling stage.
“AHHHHHH!”
“YIN LIUGUANG! LIUGUANG!”
“Are you serious?! It’s Yin Liuguang! Oh my God!”
Covering his ears, Yan Mo lowered his head and squeezed through the crowd.
In the deafening noise, he quietly repeated:
“Sorry.”
“Excuse me.”
“Sorry.”
“Excuse me…”
No one paid attention.
Everyone was rushing forward like mad.
【Host, are you okay?】
【Host!】
The system called out anxiously.
Yan Mo didn’t know how long he had walked.
Only when the music and that familiar arrogant voice faded into the distance did he finally collide with someone.
“Sorry.”
Yan Mo apologized numbly and hurried away.
The person he bumped into was carrying an equipment bag.
He frowned as he watched the pale lower half of the young man’s face disappear beneath dark hair.
For a long time, he didn’t move.
A coach traveling with him eventually noticed their captain had fallen behind and turned back.
“Bian Xun? What are you doing? The match against Shanghai CKG is about to start.”
“…Nothing.”
“I mistook him for someone else.”
The tall, lean young man wearing a team cap and a blue-and-white team uniform withdrew his cool gaze from the retreating figure.
His hand—the same hand countless fans fantasized about—tightened around the strap of his equipment bag.
“Let’s go.”
“…”
“So annoying. My ears are practically deaf from all that screaming.”
With both hands in his pockets, the young man hooked a folding chair with his foot.
The chair slid into the center of the lounge.
Before it even stopped moving, he had already dropped into it.
His long legs crossed casually.
A trace of impatience appeared on his flawless youthful face, exposing his spoiled temper.
Manager Cheng coaxed his little ancestor.
“That’s because you’re popular, Liuguang. Come on, drink some water.”
Personally holding the bottle, he brought the straw to the superstar’s lips.
Yin Liuguang scowled as he drank several mouthfuls.
Suddenly—
Crunch.
His sharp canine teeth bit down on the straw.
A strange expression appeared in his eyes.
Part irritation.
Part awkwardness.
“That person.”
Lowering his voice, Yin Liuguang muttered:
“You know… that person.”
“Any news?”
Manager Cheng looked troubled.
“No…”
Yin Liuguang: “…”
His perfect face immediately darkened.
“Tch~~~”
He let out a long huff.
“Does he really have to stay mad this long?”
“I only called him ugly once.”
“Besides, I’ve said worse things to him before.”
“He hasn’t contacted me for so long.”
“So petty!”
“Yan Mo is so childish~”
Manager Cheng stared at the biggest child in the room.
“…”
And besides…
Carefully looking at the little prince, Manager Cheng reminded him for what felt like the hundredth time:
“Liuguang… didn’t you and Xiao Yan… break up?”
Yin Liuguang: “…”
“Oh, that?”
The superstar shrugged lazily.
“Doesn’t count.”
Manager Cheng: “…”
“I said we broke up, so we broke up.”
“If I decide we didn’t break up, then it doesn’t count anymore.”