Sister Luo had been mingling in the entertainment industry for so long yet had never seen any fandom so obedient.
Could it be that this generation of fans was particularly sensible?
Of course not, in essence, it was all because Tang Shu had influenced them subtly.
"I have never seen such an idol... nor such fans."
"Fine, fine, if it’s not fifty then it’s not fifty, I’ll have someone mail these posters away."
While Sister Luo was feeling sentimental, she couldn’t help but let a pleased curve form at the corners of her mouth.
How fortunate she was, to manage such an artist.
And how fortunate those fans were, to adore such an idol.
As the class-ending bell rang, Tang Shu gathered her textbooks and notebook.
When she turned around, she was met with Cheng Ranran’s hopeful, deer-like eyes.
The other party didn’t speak, her big, watery eyes gazing at her, but Tang Shu already understood what she meant.
"Still want Zhao Ming’s autographed photo?"
Cheng Ranran may not have spoken a word just now, but since Monday’s class, she had been buzzing in her ear for several days, all about this one thing.
This beauty had fallen for someone new, and the speed of it made Tang Shu find it hard to accept.
"Want, want, definitely want!"
Ye Xiaohui on the left side packed up all the stationery on her desk, "I want some too, not much, just three."
You’re joining the fray too?
"Aren’t you a diehard fan of the multiplied CP, how can you be so adoring of Zhao Ming?"
And you want autographed photos, not just one at that!
Although Tang Shu hadn’t spent much time at Medical University, she knew that for these academic elites, chasing celebrities was merely a pastime, and most people didn’t even engage in it, being much more rational than others online.
Yet here was this group of rational people, asking her for Zhao Ming’s autographed photos?
It didn’t fit at all.
"I mean, Zhao Ming only appeared for half an episode, and it’s still uncertain whether the character will stand the test of time, yet you’ve already picked your side?"
And even abandoned the previous multiplied CP.
Tang Shu simply couldn’t understand.
Cheng Ranran hmphed twice, hugging her arm and swinging it back and forth.
"Oh, you don’t understand, the character Zhao Ming is simply too fascinating, where in real life can you find such a guy?"
"There are plenty of handsome guys like him, right?"
"But his kind of handsome is different!"
"He can do housework, cook, do laundry, he can do anything!"
"That’s a result of upbringing from a young age, circumstance shaped him."
"But he’s not petty, even though he seems to tease Shen Siyi, there is no real groping, every move he makes causes blushing and heart-throbbing, yet you can feel his respect for women."
It was Ye Xiaohui on the left who said this.
"Yes, yes! Xiaohui’s summary is spot on, I just like him, insanely so, only someone like that could be worthy of a goddess like Shen Siyi!"
A goddess should not be unreachable, she must descend to the world. And clearly, Zhao Ming, as portrayed by Mu Qing, is the one to pull her down to earth.
After all, Tang Shu was an ancient who had been poisoned by feudal thought for more than a decade, and she couldn’t quite grasp their views, but after being tormented by the two for several days, she was out of patience.
"Alright, I got it, I’ll ask him for it during the shoot in a few days."
From sheer excitement, Cheng Ranran hugged Tang Shu and bit her apple cheek.
With an expressionless face, Tang Shu wiped her cheek and picked up her backpack before running out of the classroom.