Rong Xianning considered for a mont and then spoke slowly, "I debuted as an idol, and along the way, I am deeply grateful for the support and help from my fans. You could say that without them, there would be no today."
He first acknowledged the contributions of his fans.
The young man’s expression was exceptionally earnest and sincere, moving the fans to tears.
The countless days and nights spent ranking him and fighting against trolls seed to gain a unique aning at this mont. The fans were filled with renewed determination, silently vowing to continue protecting Rong Xianning.
"But."
That sudden transition made the Lemons who were riding high on excitent feel an involuntary jolt in their hearts.
It was as if an ominous feeling swept over them.
"Popularity is a double-edged sword. It allows the public to see , but it also constrains . It’s like an exam—if I cannot deliver stellar results and prove that my abilities match the attention I receive, then perhaps six months or a year from now, I will beco nothing but a bubble, easily shattered. The entertainnt industry has never lacked idols. Today, there’s the first Rong Xianning. Tomorrow, there will be a second Rong Xianning. Fans who love today may love soone else tomorrow."
When the young man said this, he was overly calm.
Such a clear-headed statent was hard to believe coming from a fourteen-year-old boy. He had debuted only half a year ago and had already seen through the fleeting nature of fa in the entertainnt industry. It was unbelievable.
Shen You’an heard his response and looked at him deeply.
Seeing Rong Xianning speak with such clarity didn’t surprise her at all.
If he had indulged in the sense of celebrity brought by his fans and allowed himself to be consud by it, then he would be no different from other idols in the entertainnt industry—likely to be phased out by the market in three to five years. Yet, he was soberly aware of the dual nature of popularity. Only with solid skills could he sustain longevity in this industry.
It’s no wonder that he remained a thriving superstar even ten years later, a legend in the entertainnt circle despite his youth.
Shen You’an smiled gently, "Trust , you will succeed."
The girl’s eyes were brighter than the stars in the night sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window. She wasn’t rely comforting him or being perfunctory. Her sincerity felt like a steadfast conviction. This unconditional trust gave him imnse courage. No matter how thorny the road ahead, he would move forward without fear.
Shen You’an quietly observed the boy before her. In her previous life, he was the unattainable superstar, perched high above.
This ti, she had the chance to witness his stellar journey with her own eyes.
The face before her was still childlike and inexperienced, yet slowly, this face overlapped with another familiar visage in her mory. At a glamorous gala filled with clinking glasses and elite celebrities, the confident and mature man approached with the admiration of countless people fixated on him, walking steadily toward an era that belonged to him.
Shen You’an’s gaze grew a bit dazed. Two tilines, two faces—in that mont, it beca difficult to distinguish where she stood.
"Don’t be sad..."
This sentence rang eerily in her ears, and her heart suddenly beat faster.
"An’an..."
Two voices overlapped strangely, and an answer seed on the verge of revealing itself.
"An’an... what’s wrong?"
Shen You’an snapped back to reality, eting the boy’s clear and gentle eyes, his gaze tinged with concern.
Shen You’an’s delicate brows furrowed slightly, as though that voice circled her ears like a spell.
"It’s nothing. Let’s move on to the next question."
Shen You’an changed the topic, picking up her glass and taking a sip of water. As she lowered her gaze, the contemplation lingering in her eyes was also quietly tucked away.
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