The Mysterious Fan Club Leader (Quadruple Trilogy, Bonus Chapter for Gifts)

On the sports field.

Beads of sweat trickled down Gu Luo's cheeks, dampening the tips of his hair. Under the sunlight, they glistened like crystals, radiating a youthful and vibrant charm.

As soon as he reached the edge of the field, several girls from his class hurried over, each tightly clutching a bottle of water in their hands.

Leading the pack, as always, was Feng Youqing.

Whenever Gu Luo was around, she was always the first to rush forward and show her support.

Not only that, but within moments, other girls from different classes who had been watching from the sidelines seemed to respond to some invisible summons, all crowding around with their own bottles of water.

Clearly, they were all here to deliver drinks to the school heartthrob.

Seeing this, Gu Luo couldn’t help but feel both amused and exasperated—it was all a bit too much.

Besides, there was no way he could finish all that water by himself.

Better to just turn them all down.

But before he could even open his mouth, the girls could no longer contain their excitement.

"Gu Luo, that move you just pulled was so cool!" a short-haired girl shrieked, her voice brimming with admiration.

"Senior, senior, you’re so handsome! I brought you Red Bull!" another girl exclaimed, waving the energy drink excitedly.

"Junior, this senior sister wants to have your babies!"

A bold upperclassman shouted something even more direct, sending the surrounding girls into fits of laughter, the atmosphere growing even more electric.

"Senior, I was practically drooling watching you!"

"......"

The girls who dared to come forward with water were the boldest and most passionate kind. In this campus brimming with youthful energy and fervor, they held nothing back in expressing their adoration.

Among Guangya High’s female student body, fawning over Gu Luo had practically become a "political correctness."

After all, who could resist the allure of such a handsome, sunny, and charismatic guy?

Everyone knew how fiercely girls could idolize someone—their passion burned like an unstoppable wildfire.

"Holy crap, this is Gu Luo’s popularity in action," some guys from Class 2-8 muttered in awe after witnessing the scene.

"No kidding, damn it! What an enviable social king!"

"But honestly, Gu Luo’s a really great guy. Even as a dude, I totally adore him."

"Of course! Once, I overheard some guys badmouthing Gu Luo behind his back—no joke, I went straight in with a slide tackle!"

Another guy animatedly recounted his experience of defending Gu Luo, making the others burst into laughter.

Their attitude toward Gu Luo was entirely friendly—sure, they might envy him, but that was as far as it went.

After all, Gu Luo’s stellar performance on the field also reflected well on his teammates.

If they just swallowed their pride and pretended for a moment, they could almost imagine those admiring gazes were meant for them.

On this front, Situ Wenyao had already pioneered a whole philosophy and was secretly spreading it around the class.

The guys all thought it was just a joke, so they humored him and played along.

Just then—

"Gu Luo, don’t worry! As members of the fan club, we’d never put you in an awkward spot," Feng Youqing stepped forward from the crowd with a grin.

"These drinks are for all the guys who played soccer today."

"It was all arranged by the club president. They’re the one who set up the group chat too."

"From now on, our support will be organized and disciplined."

?

Hearing this, Gu Luo froze, a giant question mark slowly forming above his head.

Fan club?

There’s actually a fan club?

This is way too over the top.

And who the heck is this so-called "fan club president"?

He’d only been at Guangya for a week!

The corner of Gu Luo’s mouth twitched imperceptibly, his expression turning awkward as he asked, "There’s really a fan club...? Who’s this president?"

"Of course there is! It was just created this Saturday, and there are already over a hundred members. We’ll hit two hundred soon," Feng Youqing paused briefly before continuing.

"But none of us know who the president is. They’ve never revealed any personal info and barely ever post. The last message was right before the match, telling us to prepare at least fourteen bottles of water."

"They sent that before the game?" Gu Luo caught the key detail.

"Yep! So I’m guessing the president is probably someone from our class," Feng Youqing narrowed her eyes.

I see...

Who could this mysterious president be?

They must have way too much time on their hands.

Gu Luo couldn’t figure it out right away, so he could only sigh and say, "Well, go ahead and hand out the water to them."

"Got it!"

Feng Youqing nodded cheerfully and began systematically distributing the drinks to the soccer players.

Once done, she turned back to Gu Luo with a playful grin. "Gu Luo, wanna guess who the fan club’s vice president is?"

Seeing her smug expression, Gu Luo already had an answer in mind. He ventured, "Don’t tell me... it’s you?"

"Bingo!"

"......"

And so, every student who’d played in the match received a bottle of water.

After taking his, a guy from Class 2-12 put on an exaggerated show of shaking his head, his face twisting into a look of disdain as he sighed dramatically. "So what if he’s a little handsome? Acting like some big-shot celebrity now?"

Then, with a flourish, he twisted open the cap. "Watch this, boys—three gulps to finish the whole bottle!"

His antics drew another round of laughter from the guys, lightening the mood.

Clearly, this was just another jokester.

Watching all this unfold, Gu Luo could only massage his temples in resignation.

How did things end up like this?

It felt like some unseen force was pulling him toward becoming Guangya’s idol.

Where exactly had things gone wrong?

He couldn’t help but reflect on every moment since arriving at Guangya, searching for the root cause.

And who the hell was this fan club president?

Meanwhile, on the other side of the field—

"Bro B, don’t look! Whatever you do, don’t look!"

"Yeah, Bro B! If you look, you’ll literally die!"

"Bro B, close your eyes! Close them now!"

"Wahh... Bro B!"

"......"

A group of drama kings had fully immersed themselves in their roles, "crying" as if their hearts were breaking.

Situ Wenyao’s face was flushed red as he thrashed about, muttering deliriously, "Quick... help me up... I can still... I can still enjoy this..."

"It’s the water delivery scene... such a hype moment..."

"Bastards, hurry... help me up, let me enjoy it to the end..."

Just as he tried to get up, one of his buddies immediately shoved him back down, wailing, "Bro B, you can’t! You’ll die from the hype!"

"Someone cover Bro B’s eyes! Don’t let him keep enjoying this!"

"......"

Life is just so damn absurd. On the same sports field, one side was filled with girls fawning over Gu Luo, their eyes brimming with admiration and worship, while the other side was a comedic spectacle of exaggerated antics, brimming with ridiculousness and laughter.

Gu Luo cast a suspicious glance at his classmates engaged in their chaotic group shenanigans on the grass, utterly baffled by the abstract logic these guys operated on daily.

He didn’t take a sip of the green tea in his hand. Instead, he walked purposefully in one direction.

Straight toward Shen Yue, who was sitting alone in a corner.

With a smile, he asked, "Where’s my drink?"

"Here." Hearing him, Shen Yue immediately brightened and handed over the energy drink she’d been hiding behind her back.

She had wanted to bring water to Gu Luo like the other girls, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it.

At the root of it was her insecurity and her reluctance to let Gu Luo become the subject of gossip.

Rumors were already swirling that Gu Luo had unconventional tastes—that he was into girls like her, the "exceptionally curvy" type.

Of course, for his fangirls, this was the best possible outcome.

They didn’t mind at all that Gu Luo hung out with Shen Yue because, in their eyes, she posed zero threat.

Especially after finding out the two were desk mates, they admired Gu Luo even more, convinced he was that rare gem of a guy who didn’t judge based on looks or body type.

Looks, figure, personality… he was flawless in every way.

The dream guy in every girl’s heart.

"Thanks," Gu Luo said with a smile as he took the drink, handing her the green tea in return. "Here, you can have this."

"Okay."

Shen Yue looked genuinely happy before asking, "You didn’t get hurt playing soccer earlier, right?"

"Don’t worry, I’m fine."

"That’s good."

After that, the two simply sat quietly on the steps, each pulling out their phones.

There was no forced conversation between them, but just being together felt incredibly comfortable.

That’s what real friendship is like—no need to scramble for topics. Just simple companionship is enough to make each other feel warm and at ease.

They still had a whole class period left, plenty of time to mess around on their phones and enjoy this little pocket of peace.

Nothing beats slacking off during class!

Gu Luo usually only played PC games and had no interest in mobile games, so he mindlessly scrolled through short videos instead.

"I’m Dr. Wang, and for men’s..."

The rapid-fire speech and sudden loudness caught him completely off guard.

Gu Luo’s eyes widened in shock, and he quickly swiped away.

Holy zero-frame reaction.

That doctor is truly a menace.

Beside him, Shen Yue blinked, her cheeks already tinged pink.

An awkward atmosphere settled between them.

"Ahem..."

Gu Luo forced an awkward chuckle and kept scrolling, trying to mask the discomfort with movement.

But then, as luck would have it, the next video was a sultry dance by a black-stockinged bombshell.

His vision darkened. He swiped again.

This time, it was a twin-tailed, white-stockinged lolita shaking her hips to a thumping DJ beat.

Another swipe.

Now, a bearded man in white socks was giving an… enthusiastic pole dance.

Some people’s idea of...

"......"

"......"

This was the ultimate critical hit.

It left both of them utterly speechless.

Gu Luo exited the app with a look of utter despair.

Damn you, phone. You’re truly the worst.

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