Hearing this, Gu Luo took the phone from Gu Ximan, which was encased in a panda-themed cover.
He took a closer look.
Well, well—color him impressed.
The mystery fan club leader’s identity had actually been deduced that easily.
Just who was this enigmatic leader?
Judging by the last soccer match, someone who could arrange for water to be prepared so precisely in advance was likely a classmate from Class 8.
But that wasn’t necessarily the case.
It could also be some obsessive fan with a stalking habit.
The identity of this mysterious leader remained an unsolved mystery, even within the fan group itself.
Gu Luo couldn’t pinpoint who it was right away, but at least he knew this person meant him no harm.
Just a pure-hearted fan lurking in the shadows, "quietly shining their light."
To ensure victory in the upcoming tug-of-war match, he had directly boosted his physical stats to 11 points.
Originally, he thought that with so many participants, he could keep a low profile and let his achievements remain anonymous.
But who would’ve guessed he’d still be singled out?
And through the simplest "control variable method," no less.
Seemed like staying under the radar just wasn’t in the cards.
Hmm…
Wait a minute.
Hold on—Gu Luo suddenly spotted the key detail.
He turned his head, smirking at Gu Ximan. "Ximan, so you’re my fan too, huh?"
He deliberately drew out the word "fan," emphasizing it with extra weight.
"I… I…"
Gu Ximan’s fair, eggshell-smooth cheeks instantly flushed pink. Her tsundere instincts kicked in, urging her to scramble for a rebuttal.
But another, newly awakened instinct deep inside quickly shut that impulse down.
The two instincts clashed violently.
[Tsundere Ximan: Quick, deny it! Say Xuexue dragged you in! Can’t lose face in front of stupid big bro!!]
[Awakened Ximan: Still acting tsundere? Knock it off! Don’t you know tsunderes ruin their own chances? The whole school and even home are battlefields now—keep this up and you’ll end up a lonely Ximan!]
[Tsundere Ximan: It’s called pride! Pride, got it? Boys love this act! You think stupid big bro doesn’t get us? Tsundere little sisters are totally in demand!]
[Awakened Ximan: Back then, sure, we could afford to be tsundere—there was no competition! But now? Stupid big bro’s got charm, talent, and the entire Guangya girls’ school fawning over him. The meta’s moved to version 5.0, and you’re still stuck on 1.0?!]
[...]
The left and right sides of Gu Ximan’s brain waged war, leaving her momentarily frozen.
Staring at Gu Luo’s handsome face, she found herself at a loss for words.
After about 2.5 seconds of this, she suddenly giggled. "Stupid big bro, Xuexue added me to this group. It’s not like I joined on my own."
After a pause, she added shyly, "But… well, no matter what, I am your most loyal little fan."
Gu·Tsun·Awakened·Ximan had officially logged in.
Since she couldn’t reconcile the two voices in her heart, she decided to merge them instead.
The Chronicles of Gu Ximan Refusing to Become a Lonely Ximan
She’s grown up—more clingy, more expressive… Gu Luo couldn’t help but feel a pang of emotion at his adorable little sister’s uncharacteristically earnest reply.
If this were the old-version Gu Ximan, she’d have scrunched up her face and retorted—"Stupid big bro, what are you thinking? I just stumbled into this group and was about to leave anyway."
"Who’d ever want to be your fan? Don’t be so full of yourself!"
And then, of course, the pièce de résistance—a haughty, tsundere-infused "Hmph!"
Though dripping with tsundere flavor, it was undeniably heart-meltingly cute, the kind that made you want to tease her even more.
Yep, his little sister had truly grown in every way.
As this thought crossed his mind, Gu Luo’s gaze unconsciously drifted downward from Gu Ximan’s adorable face.
Hmm. Yes, she’d definitely grown.
"Big bro Gu, I’m your fan too," Lu Xuexue chimed in, her cheeks pink as she pulled out her phone and opened the chat group titled [Gu God Fan Club].
She looked like an eager little kid waiting for her teacher’s praise.
Amused, Gu Luo reached out and gently patted both girls’ heads, as if petting two well-behaved kittens.
The texture? Equally soft—no clear winner here.
"Stop patting my head… I’ll never grow taller…" Gu Ximan muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible. "Stupid big bro…"
Lu Xuexue, however, reacted much more strongly. Her fair face turned scarlet in an instant, the blush spreading visibly from her cheeks down to her neck in a matter of seconds—a full-on "human tomato" transformation.
"Xuexue’s still so easy to fluster," Gu Luo remarked with a light chuckle before withdrawing his hand.
His mind drifted back to middle school, when Lu Xuexue would hide behind Gu Ximan like a startled rabbit every time she saw him, her face burning red as she squeaked out a timid "H-hi, big bro Gu" and nothing more.
Now, though, she could boldly voice her thoughts and even handle physical contact.
Time really flew.
Both girls had grown up without him even noticing.
Nearby, Shen Yue watched the scene with envy.
Her hand clenched around her phone in her pocket, itching to muster the courage to pull it out and declare, "I’m your fan too."
But the words stuck in her throat.
In gaming terms—she needed more time to farm.
Better to lay low now and make a grand entrance later.
"Gu Luo!"
"Bestie!"
Just then, the class’s sports committee member, Situ Wenyao, and a few other boys swaggered over, each holding a cup of bubble tea—courtesy of Class 12’s gym teacher.
Their eyes kept darting toward Gu Ximan and Lu Xuexue, the two most adorable first-year juniors in school.
Internally, they were green with envy at their "brother-in-law" Gu Luo.
Who wouldn’t want to casually deliver head pats to cute girls?
"Here, junior, have my tea," the sports committee member said with what he believed to be a dazzling smile, offering his drink to Gu Ximan.
"Mine too, for the other junior," Situ Wenyao added smugly, extending his cup toward Lu Xuexue.
"Thanks, seniors, but no need. I’ll share with big bro," Gu Ximan replied politely, though internally she was screaming—Situ Wenyao totally likes Lu Xuexue!
Case closed. Her feminine intuition had been spot-on all along.
"Thank you, senior, but I’m fine too," Lu Xuexue murmured, her face still tinged with lingering shyness.
Then, taking a tiny breath, her toes curling inside her white knee-high socks, she mustered her courage and whispered to Gu Luo…
"Brother Gu, can I share a drink with you and Ximan too?"
Huh?
Gu Luo was taken aback by this, sensing something off but unable to pinpoint exactly what.
Well, it seemed Lu Xuexue really saw him as an older brother now—no reservations at all.
But sharing one drink among three people...?
Meanwhile, Gu Ximan was equally surprised. She couldn’t understand why Lu Xuexue had turned down Situ Wenyao’s drink.
Wasn’t that a perfect opportunity?
Maybe she was just shy?
But then why suggest sharing with them instead...?
Wait—could this be a case of playing hard to get? Testing Situ Wenyao’s reaction?
Very possible!
Who knew Xuexue was such a master of tactics!
"You and Ximan can share mine. I’ll pass," Gu Luo replied after a moment, deciding this was the most reasonable answer.
Lu Xuexue’s face fell slightly at his refusal.
"Xuexue, you can have mine. I don’t like this flavor," Shen Yue suddenly spoke up, handing her own drink to Lu Xuexue.
Xuexue instinctively accepted it, murmuring, "Thank you, Senior Shen."
The class sports rep finally caught on—Gu Luo’s two sister-obsessed siblings had no interest in anyone else’s gestures.
They only wanted to stick close to Gu Luo.
His heart took yet another brutal hit.
As for Situ Wenyao, he silently retreated a few steps without a word.
Watching the envious looks from the guys around him, though, he was secretly thrilled.
Gu Ximan popped open her drink, took a loud sip, and then held the straw out to Gu Luo’s lips.
Without hesitation, he leaned down and took a sip himself.
He was deliberately putting on a show of sibling affection with Ximan—just to crush the hopes of those would-be suitors eyeing his sister.
'Gu Luo, you absolute bastard...'
'Gu Luo, you absolute bastard...'
'Gu Luo, you absolute bastard...'
'...'
Had Gu Luo been able to hear their thoughts, he’d have been met with a chorus of ghostly, resentful wails.
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rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
