At 1:50 PM, a black business sedan stopped in front of the mall’s main entrance, right at the red carpet.
Fans surrounded the area, coming from all directions in a frenzy, screaming soone’s na. The deafening chants filled the air as security guards held barricades, struggling to hold back the fans who attempted to rush forward—it was quite the spectacle.
The first to step out of the car were Xu Si and Du Yuchun. They smiled and greeted the surrounding fans, but the fans’ reactions were lukewarm. Occasionally, you could hear a few calling their nas, but their voices were quickly drowned out by the relentless chanting of Rong Xianning’s na.
After last night’s experience at the airport, the two were ntally prepared for this. Without changing their expressions, they stood still and waited by the car.
Next to get out were Ge Qi and Feng Cheng. Surprisingly, the cheers for Feng Cheng were even louder than those for Ge Qi, which did not sit well with Ge Qi, evident from his darkened expression.
anwhile, Feng Cheng grinned brightly, waving cheerfully to the fans.
It wasn’t that Feng Cheng had many actual fans; the few who did cheer for him were mostly fans of Rong Xianning who were showing him so goodwill out of association. As the saying goes, Lemons are kind-hearted and extend their love to those close to him.
Fans aren’t fools either. When digging through past clips, they’d noticed so subtle maneuvering by Ge Qi and Xu Si. Though they were still minors, their little sches weren’t seamless, leaving behind traces that fans ntally kept track of.
After Feng Cheng greeted the fans, he turned his head toward the car.
The crowd fell silent for just a mont—it felt like the calm before a storm, with an impending sense of sothing bigger brewing beneath the still surface.
A young boy bent down and stepped out of the car.
Imdiately, an uproar of frenzied cheers erupted like a tidal wave, swallowing the entire atmosphere, leaving only reverberations echoing in the space—it was deafening.
The boy wore a white tracksuit. Slim and tall, he was as refreshing and warm as a sumr breeze.
When he lifted his head, the brim of his hat revealed a face more delicate than a woman’s—gentle, serene.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh—!"
The crowd spiraled into madness.
The mont Rong Xianning appeared, the four boys on either side of him instantly beca re accessories to his presence. Just as the group’s na suggested—Star Moon Boy Group—he was the ever-shining moon of the eternal galaxy, steady and unwavering, while the others were like countless stars scattered around him, blending into the vast starlit sky.
Though young, his every gesture exuded confidence and grace. Even faced with overwhelming screams, he remained composed and steady—undoubtedly showcasing the deanor of a superstar.
With Rong Xianning at the center, the group moved forward, protected by security guards and representatives from the brand as they traversed into the mall. Fans eagerly surged forward, trying to get closer to their idol, only to be decisively blocked by the guards.
The group was soon escorted into the mall and took the exclusive elevator to the brand’s designated area on the third floor.
"He’s here! He’s here!" Yan Lu mixed in with the brand’s staff and shook Gao Yuyue’s arm excitedly as she spotted the approaching group.
Gao Yuyue rolled her eyes. "He’s just a kid! What kind of charm could he possibly have? Look at you all—completely bewitched and utterly smitten!"
"Do you even understand what ’love at first sight’ ans?"
"All I know is that you’re completely obsessed."
As Gao Yuyue eyed Yan Lu’s lovestruck expression, she shook her head and glanced at Shen You’an standing not far away. Shen remained composed, yet her gaze was fixed unyieldingly on Rong Xianning. Her usual clarity was missing from her eyes, replaced by an inexplicable intrigue.
Shen You’an wasn’t typically the type to enjoy idol-chasing. Though she had co along to play along with Yan Lu, Shen was soone who couldn’t be coerced into liking anything she didn’t want. This ant that, at the root of it, she did find Rong Xianning sowhat appealing after all.
Now that was truly surprising—just what kind of charm did Rong Xianning possess to captivate even Shen You’an?
Gao Yuyue rubbed her chin, turning to seriously size Rong Xianning up.
He walked in the center of the crowd, radiant and luminous, impossible to ignore.
Undeniably, his appearance was exceptional—rosy lips, pristine teeth, and a delicate beauty surpassing that of a woman.
His eyes shimred like stars, his lips curved like a crescent moon. Suddenly, a line of poetry sprang into Gao Yuyue’s mind: "In the perpetual glow, the light shines ever pure."
What set him apart from his teammates wasn’t only his looks but also his air of composure and innate charisma. It was hard to believe that he was only fourteen.
He carried himself with an aura destined for stardom, ant to stand under the spotlight and bask in the adoration of countless fans.
To like him was as natural as humans chasing after sunlight—it was instinctive.
Even Gao Yuyue, who didn’t particularly like him, couldn’t say anything bad about him.
As she paused in thought, the group arrived at the store entrance. The security guards had cordoned off a five-ter radius around the door, keeping fans firmly outside the barrier.
The host took to the stage and asked the group to introduce themselves one by one.
The others all included the group’s na in their introductions, saying a bit more to highlight their hobbies and personalities. When it was Rong Xianning’s turn, he kept it brief: "Hello everyone, I’m Rong Xianning."
The fans’ screams nearly blew the roof off the mall.
Yan Lu and her group were positioned just behind Rong Xianning to his right, only two ters away—close enough to catch a clear view of his side profile.
Yan Lu whispered excitedly, "He’s so cool! So glowing-white! I bet he slls amazing..."
Gao Yuyue shot back, "You’re smiling like a creepy fangirl right now."
Yan Lu had completely abandoned concern for her public image—there wasn’t even ti to admire his handsoness enough.
In the elevator earlier, Zeng Qiang had suggested using his influence to arrange a private eting between Rong Xianning and their group. He promised endless photo ops and autographs, but Yan Lu had considered it and refused.
She loved the feeling of chasing an idol, but if she got too close, she felt it would ruin the magic.
After all, distance creates beauty.
Besides, she could already picture how miserable Rong Xianning might feel if brand representatives pressured him into private fan etings. If future partnerships followed suit like that, it would be detrintal to him.
She was determined to set an example, making sure such situations didn’t occur.
All she wanted was a close look at him—nothing more.
After so pleasantries, the host went on to introduce the brand, its concept, and the featured new product—precisely the outfit Rong Xianning was wearing. It was evident that as soon as he appeared, the item had instantly sold out online, showcasing his incredible selling power.
The brand’s youthful and trendy concept seamlessly aligned with the Star Moon Boy Group’s image. This partnership was undoubtedly mutually beneficial.
"Now, let’s have a little ga!" The host beckoned to a staff mber, who brought over a box.
"Inside the box are ping pong balls in five different colors, each representing a mber. If you draw your own fan color, you’ll get a reward. If not, you’ll face a penalty!"
On the nearby table, the staff had already lined up bottles containing wasabi juice, bitter lon juice, aged vinegar, cilantro juice...
The penalties would involve mixing these juices into one cup and drinking it.
Feng Cheng’s face had already turned pale—it was all stuff he hated most. The thought of them being blended together seed horrifying.
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