Favorite Idol (Thanks to Hanzi Dou for the 10 Bonus Tokens)

Caizhou University (First-tier in Caizhou).

A sophomore classroom.

It was a lively break between classes.

In one corner of the classroom, a small group of star-obsessed girls had gathered together.

"Qianrou, you’re really not into TEO anymore?"

"Yeah, Qianrou, are you really giving us all these posters and stickers?"

"Then you’re not going to their concert next month either?"

"..."

The girl called Qianrou had an exceptionally delicate appearance—her high ponytail, fair skin, and lively eyes behind black-framed glasses seemed to speak volumes.

She gave off the pure, girl-next-door vibe of a childhood sweetheart.

Listening to her friends’ questions, Wen Qianrou curled her lips slightly, her tone brimming with pride as she said,

"Because I’ve already found my ultimate idol."

With that, she unlocked her phone, and the screen instantly lit up, displaying a breathtaking wallpaper.

The wallpaper showed a young man mid-run, his handsome face glowing under the sunlight, his posture tall and confident, his eyes clear and bright. A faint outline of his chest and abs was just visible.

Clearly, the photo was a candid shot, perfectly capturing the natural, dynamic energy of the moment.

"Look, this is my ultimate idol," Wen Qianrou said, tilting her chin up slightly, her voice laced with smug satisfaction.

"Wow… Quick, quick, send me this photo!"

The short-haired girl beside her immediately lit up, her eyes gleaming like a hungry wolf spotting prey. She reached out eagerly, trying to snatch the phone.

"Hey, hey! I’ll send it, don’t grab!"

Wen Qianrou couldn’t help but laugh.

At the same time, her pride swelled even more.

It was simple—her idol was so extraordinary that just one glance was enough to make people fall for him. As a fan, she naturally basked in that glory.

What was TEO? What was Asia’s top boy band? Compared to her idol, they were just little brothers.

Forget everything else—just his looks alone could effortlessly crush them.

And when it came to talent? Even less of a contest.

Ever heard of Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix?

Wasn’t that way more captivating than singing, dancing, rapping, or playing basketball in overalls?

"So handsome! So handsome! I want the photo too!"

"Send it to me as well!"

The other girls clamored excitedly.

"That uniform is from Guangya, and this guy looks so familiar… Isn’t this Gu Luo?" one girl, who had attended Guangya, suddenly realized.

"Gu Luo? Who’s Gu Luo?"

"You know, that super handsome guy from that viral video—the one playing the suona!"

"Ohhh! You mean Gu Luo?"

"..."

Instantly, the girls burst into another round of chatter, this time all about Gu Luo.

Seeing this, Wen Qianrou’s lips curled even higher, her heart swelling with triumph.

She cleared her throat lightly and said,

"So, now you get why I stan Gu Luo, right?"

"I mean, who wouldn’t want to worship this screen?"

Pausing for effect, she then flashed a mysterious smile.

"Oh, and I’ve got tons of Gu Luo’s hottest pics. Plus, I’m starting a Gu Luo fan club at school—wanna join?"

"Lots of perks~~~"

With that, she silently pulled up the group QR code.

Hearing Wen Qianrou’s tempting pitch, these girls—who already had their own favorite idols—held out for a grand total of 2.5 seconds before betraying their old loyalties and scanning into the group.

Sure enough, the group files were packed with Gu Luo’s photos from every angle.

In every shot, he was so dazzlingly handsome it was impossible to look away, as if he radiated his own light. Just one glance was enough to brighten anyone’s mood.

"Ahhh, he’s seriously so good-looking—is he even a real human?" one girl gushed, staring at the photos.

"Yeah, I’m so flustered I need to go to the bathroom to cool down," another joked, her face flushed.

"Uh-oh, someone’s getting ideas! You thirsty little minx!"

"Pfft~~"

"Hey, keep the NSFW talk down… We’re still in class…"

"..."

Before long, the girls were playfully shoving each other again.

Truth be told, girls’ private conversations were just as wild as guys’.

As the saying goes, if you want to know your girlfriend’s true colors, just check her chats with her besties.

(Just make sure you’ve written your will first.

Otherwise, you might "find out" in the worst way.)

Wen Qianrou just grinned, watching her friends mess around. She was long used to their raunchy banter—after all, she was a seasoned veteran of the fast lane herself.

Despite her innocent, sweet appearance—complete with those studious black-framed glasses—those who truly knew Wen Qianrou were well aware of her stark contrast.

"Qianrou, who’s your favorite now? Gu Luo or Tang Qi?"

One girl suddenly asked, pointing at a small poster on Wen Qianrou’s desk.

The poster featured Tang Qi—the hottest diva in China right now, at just 36 years old.

Her signature long hair, smooth as satin, cascaded over her shoulders with the ends slightly curled, every strand exuding an air of sophistication and luxury.

Her makeup was flawless—her enchanting eyes accentuated by delicate, refined eyeliner, while her petite yet high nose bridge added dimension to her delicate features.

"This..."

Hesitating for a moment at the question, Wen Qianrou lightly shook her head. "I can’t pick a favorite—I love them all."

After a pause, she added,

"But if Tang Qi and Gu Luo ever had a conflict, I’d definitely side with Tang Qi."

No surprise there—she was particularly close with Tang Qi in private.

Though that might have something to do with her great-uncle being the mayor of Caizhou.

And since her great-uncle’s family had no children, she was the only granddaughter shared between her grandmother and him.

She had been pampered since childhood, after all.

Still, it was best to keep a low profile.

Aside from a few school administrators, no one at school knew about this connection.

"Pfft... Qianrou, have you been reading too much celebrity gossip? Gu Luo isn’t even a real star—how could they possibly have a conflict? That’s ridiculous!" One of the girls couldn’t help but laugh, finding Wen Qianrou’s assumption absurd.

"Ugh, I get it. We fangirls love imagining dramatic scenarios."

"But seriously, both Tang Qi and Gu Luo are so gorgeous—it’s like they’re on a whole different level from the rest of us."

"......"

As the girls chatted, the topic somehow circled back to Tang Qi again.

"I’m going to the restroom."

Adjusting the black-framed glasses on her nose, Wen Qianrou slipped out of the group of girls.

"Want me to come with you?" a close friend offered warmly.

"No need!"

Declining the invitation, she headed straight out of the classroom toward a quiet corner where few people lingered.

Then, she opened a chat window with someone.

[Wen Qianrou] Qi-jie, are you busy? I suddenly missed you! (Husky drooling.jpg)

A reply came quickly.

[Tang Qi] What’s up, my little Qianrou? Just finished filming and taking a break now.

[Tang Qi] Where’d you steal this meme from? It’s mine now. (Husky drooling.jpg)

[Wen Qianrou] Qi-jie, you work so hard! Just wanted to tell you—no need to get me those signed photos from TEO members anymore. (Milk cat backflip.jpg)

[Tang Qi] Huh? Weren’t you begging me for them just the other day? (Milk cat backflip.jpg)

[Wen Qianrou] Because I found my ultimate bias! (Dirty kid grinning.jpg)

[Tang Qi] Oh? Well, whoever it is, Qi-jie can still get you a signed photo. (Dirty kid grinning.jpg)

[Wen Qianrou] It’s not a celebrity! It’s a guy from another school—our age, and SO handsome!!! Qi-jie, if you saw his photo, you’d want to sign him ASAP!!! (Little girl twerking.jpg)

[Tang Qi] Alright, alright, you’ve got me curious now. (Little girl twerking.jpg)

[Wen Qianrou] [Photo] x8 (Husky wearing sunglasses.jpg)

It took a while before Tang Qi replied.

[Tang Qi] Oh, it’s him. I’ve seen that video of him playing the suona—really impressive. But he should focus on school. The entertainment industry is too murky.

[Wen Qianrou] Qi-jie, you’ve seen it too?! Wasn’t it mind-blowing?! (Milk cat backflip.jpg)

[Tang Qi] Yeah, but I’ve got to get back to filming now. Talk later, okay?

[Wen Qianrou] Go ahead, Qi-jie! You’ve got this! (Little girl twerking.jpg)

[Tang Qi] Bye, stay strong.

Putting her phone away, Wen Qianrou went to the restroom, took care of business, freshened up, and then returned straight to class.

"Qianrou, Qianrou! I just asked a friend from Guangya about Gu Luo—you wouldn’t believe how sweet he is to his sister! It’s so heartwarming!"

"He makes multiple meals every day..."

"And before, he even..."

The moment Wen Qianrou sat down, a girl eagerly launched into stories about Gu Luo and his sister.

Of course, she already knew all this.

But she played along, feigning curiosity and listening attentively.

"Why can’t I be Gu Luo’s sister?! So jealous!" One girl sighed, resting her chin in her hands dreamily.

"Why didn’t I go to Guangya back then?! Ugh, regrets!" Another girl smacked the desk in frustration.

"Right?! Guangya’s uniform skirts are so much cuter—private schools just do it better than public ones."

"......"

The girls chattered away, the conversation quickly devolving into complaints about school uniforms.

After a while, someone suggested, "Let’s go sing karaoke after school! It’s been ages."

"Sounds good to me."

"Agreed! I’m a total mic hog!"

"Qianrou, let’s duet a love song later, haha!"

Hearing everyone's invitation, Wen Qianrou adjusted her glasses and waved her hand with a smile. "I won’t join you today. My grandma said we’re having guests over for dinner, so I need to be home."

"Aw, come on! It won’t be the same without you."

"Yeah, come with us~~~"

"Besides, it’s not like the guests could be Gu Luo or Tang Qi. Just explain it to your grandma!"

"Sorry, sorry." Wen Qianrou hesitated for a moment before letting out a helpless sigh.

"There’s no way around it—my grandma insisted I come home early today... Maybe I’ll try to sneak out later if I can."

"You guys go ahead first. Wait for my update."

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