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Fans can be how crazy?
If you search this question online, you will see all kinds of unimaginable cases.
For example, rushing to kiss the Celebrity during an event, following them to hotels, knocking on doors at midnight, or installing trackers on the Celebrity’s car...
All these behaviors are weirder and more bizarre than scenes from spy movies.
It’s not surprising for Song Chi, as a top-rated Celebrity, to have such crazy fans.
Suddenly, Zhou Yun felt that Zhou Lan’s words made sense, that the most pitiful one might be Song Chi after all.
Knowing that the girl at the airport yesterday was really Song Chi’s fan, Zhou Yun didn’t direct her anger at Song Chi.
If possible, Song Chi would probably not want such fans either. But the helpless truth is, fans can choose their favorite Celebrity, but Celebrities can’t choose what kind of fans they will have. Sotis, the actions of the fans have to be paid for by the Celebrities; it’s an undeserved disaster, but they cannot truly stay out of it. So Song Chi must stand up imdiately to make his stance clear to his fans—I hate what you’re doing; if you hurt others like this, you are not my fan.
At noon, Zhou Yun, wearing sunglasses and a fisherman’s hat, walked into a secluded restaurant. Song Chi had already sent her the room number in advance; she thanked the approaching waiter and found her way directly. She knocked and entered.
Song Chi, dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, stood up, looking bright and refreshed.
Zhou Yun took off her hat and sunglasses, lightly shook her hair to one side, and gave Song Chi a slight smile.
"Have you been here long?"
Song Chi shrugged, his gaze lingering on Zhou Yun’s face for a mont before saying, "Just arrived."
"Do you have any dietary restrictions?" Song Chi asked.
Zhou Yun shook her head, "No, I eat everything."
They sat down again.
Zhou Yun looked openly at Song Chi.
Feeling directly scrutinized by Zhou Yun, Song Chi felt sowhat uncomfortable and asked with raised eyebrows, "Do you usually stare at people like this?"
Zhou Yun shook her head and said, "No."
"Then why are you continuously staring at ?"
Zhou Yun said, "You’re handso, so I’m taking a good look, it’s pleasing for the eyes."
Even though Song Chi, a Celebrity who is complinted as "so handso" wherever he goes, being directly told by a beautiful woman in a private, two-person setting that "you’re handso" still makes his cheeks warm slightly. It’s an era where many "female ruffians" erge online, but in real life, girls are still sowhat reserved. If it happened in a familiar setting where true natures are revealed, it wouldn’t matter, but today is technically the first private eting between Zhou Yun and Song Chi.
Song Chi was caught off guard by Zhou Yun’s directness.
"Cough, cough!" Song Chi cupped his hand over his mouth, coughing lightly twice, "Enough, do you complint other n as handso right when you talk to them?"
Zhou Yun, with wide eyes of surprise, said, "You’re not getting shy, are you?"
Song Chi, slightly annoyed and embarrassed, stiffened his expression and said, "Joke! Would Song Chi get shy because of a few words from you?"
Zhou Yun pointed at Song Chi’s ears and said, "I see your ears are red too."
Song Chi tapped his fingers on the nu, shifting his gaze away from Zhou Yun’s, and looked down at the nu, saying, "Let’s order the dishes first. Your focus is so strange. My ears are naturally red."
Zhou Yun said, "No wonder, I was thinking why you get shy so easily."
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