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Join the ServerChen Tong didn’t notice Mu An’s odd reaction and continued to ramble on, “I have to say, sometimes whether you can make it big really depends on fate. Such a great guy, yet he just had to be stabbed a few days before the debut night.”
“I wonder which absolute scoundrel did it!”
Hearing this, Mu An silently chewed on his steamed bun.
“Oh, you might have actually seen this person before.”
Chen Tong pulled out his phone, tapped on it for a moment, and held it in front of Mu An’s eyes, introducing him enthusiastically, “His name is Jiang Yan. Handsome, right?”
The person in the photo was wearing a cool black chiffon shirt, performing wide, powerful dance moves.
His brows and eyes were groomed to look exceptionally sharp, his gaze cold and fierce, giving off an aura of wildness and pride.
Yet it paled in comparison to the scene when Mu An first met him, where Jiang Yan lay on the ground, gripping a blade with hands covered in blood, his eyes tense and sharp with a bloody ferocity.
But for some reason, the moment Jiang Yan met his gaze back then, his eyes had become much clearer.
Seeing Mu An lost in thought, Chen Tong sighed, “I almost forgot, you like the energetic and cute ones like Yuan Xi. Someone like Jiang Yan is probably the type you have no feelings for.”
Mu An opened his mouth but ultimately didn’t argue, because on the current plotline, he indeed had no feelings toward Jiang Yan.
Not far away, buying steamed buns under the cover of the crowd, Jiang Yan involuntarily clenched his steamed bun tightly upon hearing those words, casting a brief backward glance at the silent Mu An.
“Let’s walk faster, we’re going to be late for our 8 AM class!”
Mu An smoothly changed the subject, taking the lead to walk ahead.
Chen Tong quickly caught up, “Don’t run so fast. I spent all night boosting data, I’m exhausted. It’s fine if we’re late, this class doesn’t take attendance anyway.”
The two rushed off in a hurry.
Amidst the bustling street, a tall figure in black quietly gazed at Mu An’s departing back, a pair of eyes beneath his cap brim deep and silent.
Jiang Yan stood in place for a moment before turning around to walk back to his rented apartment.
***
Mu An had almost no tasks in the early stages of the plot; he only needed to maintain his persona daily, discuss celebrity gossip with fellow fans, and exchange merchandise along the way.
Although the original host had a spoiled and short-tempured personality, his hands-on skills were exceptionally good—making all kinds of fan art, promotional edits, and merchandise was a breeze for him, earning him quite a following.
With Yuan Xi’s house collapsing, there were still several other idols waiting for him to stan.
Thus, Mu An began to focus on another energetic idol—Zhou Cheng.
On this day, just as he returned to his rented apartment carrying a box of customized fan merchandise, he noticed something slightly off.
Who had thrown away the trash at his doorstep?
He had been in such a rush when leaving this morning that he had left the trash at his door, and after locking up, he had forgotten to pick it up and throw it away.
Returning now, the doorstep was completely empty.
Could it be that some neighbor found it too dirty and just threw it away for him?
Mu An didn’t dwell on it.
Opening the door, he entered the room and immediately began unboxing to inspect the goods.
These were all meant to be shipped to fellow fans.
He was essentially the creator organizing the group buy; having designed Zhou Cheng’s fan merchandise, he commissioned a manufacturer to produce a batch based on pre-order sales before distributing them.
After verifying that everything was correct, Mu An began printing shipping labels to dispatch the orders.
“An actor in my past life, and a fan creator in this life—it is quite a novel experience.”
Mu An smiled as he stuffed the hundreds of packaged parcels into a large burlap sack, wiping the sweat from his forehead with satisfaction.
[Indeed… if only idols didn’t have their houses collapse.]
The system’s hesitant voice gave Mu An a strange, ominous premonition, and his eyelid twitched.
“Don’t tell me his house collapsed…”
[It collapsed. He got caught for drunk driving and is locked up.]
Mu An instantly let out a piercing shriek, the vibration knocking several packages out of the burlap sack.
Notification chimes on his phone began to spring up like bamboo shoots after rain.
[Creator, I am really sorry, but I don’t want this order anymore. There’s no need to refund the money.]
[Creator, how much is the cancellation fee? Can you deduct it and return the rest to me?]
[Creator, can I get a refund?]
[Refund Only Applied]
With the messages pinging continuously, Mu An couldn’t even reply fast enough.
Even after telling them one by one that their orders were already packed and shipped, some still applied directly for a refund.
Clutching that pile of packages, Mu An almost couldn’t hold it together.
Being a fan creator was simply too difficult.
In the end, after a night of urgent damage control, Mu An agreed to refund those that hadn’t been packed yet, while patiently communicating with customers whose shipping labels had already been printed to refuse refunds.
Fortunately, most people were understanding.
After a whole night, he had only lost about three thousand yuan.
Mu An was incredibly thankful that he had only organized a small group buy.
Some of the merchandise abandoned by customers ended up piling up in Mu An’s room.
Mu An felt angry just looking at Zhou Cheng’s face.
Ultimately, he packed them all up and tossed them into the trash can.
An acrylic standee slipped onto the ground, but Mu An didn’t notice, turning away from the trash can.
Only after Mu An’s figure vanished did a silhouette slowly step out from the corridor.
Fair, pale fingertips picked up the standee.
After inspecting it closely for a moment, the man used reverse image search on his phone to find its origin.
A blogger with the username “Chief Manager Mu Mu” jumped into view, filled with countless secondary fan creations of Zhou Cheng, as well as a recent unstanning announcement.
The man scrolled through the love-filled fan-made videos one by one with cold eyes, the jealousy in his gaze almost spilling over.
A tap of his fingertip hit the follow button, and the standee in his hand was thrown onto the ground, stomped into two pieces with force, and tossed into the trash can.
***
Amidst the dim night, Mu An tiredly scrolled through short videos, searching for his next stannable target.
If it weren’t for his persona, having experienced Zhou Cheng’s house collapsing this time around, he wouldn’t dare to stan anyone else ever again.
He silently urged Jiang Yan in his heart to hurry up and get famous so he could advance his mission.
Yet, as if sincerity yielded results, his very next video on the feed was Jiang Yan’s official short-video account.
The background music had completely shifted from its previous cool, wild vibe, replaced by a soothing, soft, and cute sweet song, paired with a front-facing selfie taken under the sunshine.
The smile was gentle and bright, a tiny red heart was drawn on his fair cheek, and even his clothes had changed to pink.
He was the absolute model of a sweet-boy idol.
Mu An almost didn’t recognize him. Tapping into the comment section, he discovered he wasn’t the only one shocked—the screen was entirely filled with question marks.
[??? Who are you? Get off of Jiang Yan right now!]
[Brother! What kind of trauma did you suffer!!]
[Wait, you never mentioned you were a twin! Where’s your older brother?! Give me back the old Jiang Yan.]
[Not gonna lie, it actually has quite a unique flavor.]
[So milky, he must be a younger brother type.]
[So gentle, Mommy, I’m in love.]
Having recently spent a lot of time looking at energetic, milky-boy actors, Mu An habitually hit save and added it to his favorites.
“In the original plot, did the male lead shift to the energetic milky-boy route too?”
After analyzing a batch of data, the system concluded, [Jiang Yan’s first breakout role was a ‘deceptively sweet’ character. Now that he’s already received drama casting offers, he’s probably building up that image online for the sake of the show.]
Mu An nodded thoughtfully, wishing for Jiang Yan to become famous faster so he could get on with his missions.
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