Oops! I Became a Fan of My Rival Idol! - Chapter 27

The entertainment industry is both exposed and mysterious. In the eyes of ordinary people, it inevitably casts a sparkling filter over celebrities, as if just by being on the other side of a screen, they suddenly become grand and untouchable.

 

That’s exactly how Qiao Huihui appeared in her classmates’ eyes now.

 

They hesitated to approach her, but their eyes gleamed as they stared.

 

Qiao Huihui couldn’t help but laugh. She called out, “What, don’t you recognize me anymore?”

 

Her attitude was just like before, as if she had shed the aura of stardom. The classmates quickly snapped out of it, and a few close girlfriends immediately shrieked and rushed toward her.

 

“Ahhhh, let me touch a real-life celebrity!”

 

“Huihui, when did you learn to sing and dance? I always thought you were just a straight-A student!”

 

Girls were always chatterboxes, and the room instantly became lively.

 

Even when the homeroom teacher walked in, the private room was still buzzing with noise.

 

The moment the teacher pushed the door open, his eyes landed on Qiao Huihui standing in the center. He felt as refreshed as if he had gulped down an ice-cold soda on a scorching summer day.

 

This student had truly made him proud!

 

When the classmates saw their teacher, they instinctively toned down their excitement, recalling his sternness during class. But the teacher noticed right away.

 

The little old man grinned, his smile stretching ear to ear. “Don’t mind me, don’t mind me! Have fun, let loose!”

 

The class monitor was quick-witted and immediately went to his side, guiding him to a seat at the table.

 

The study monitor presented a prepared bouquet of flowers, and the entire class chorused, “Thank you for your hard work, teacher!”

 

This had been planned in advance. The same homeroom teacher had guided them through all three years of high school. Despite being in his fifties, he attended every morning and evening self-study session with them. Though strict at times, his care for them was undeniable, and everyone genuinely appreciated this dedicated teacher.

 

Tears welled up in the teacher’s eyes. “Good, good. You’ve all worked hard too.”

 

Their school was a prestigious high school, and their class was the top-tier class within it. Aside from Qiao Huihui, the top scorer in science, the rest of the students had also performed exceptionally well in the exams. Thus, the atmosphere was one of pure joy.

 

A group of long-restrained youngsters, suddenly freed from constraints, began to let loose.

 

“Come on, class monitor, let me toast you!” This was a boy drinking without restraint for the first time.

 

“Wuwuwu, Li Siqi, I like you!” This was a confession blurted out in the heat of the moment.

 

Bang!

 

Yang Xiaoxiao slammed the table hard, her face flushed with excitement. “Listen, Huihui, last night I clapped back at every single person who badmouthed you! No one gets to bully anyone in our class!”

 

She was another one who’d had too much to drink.

 

Yang Xiaoxiao lived up to her name—petite and delicate. Who would’ve thought that after getting drunk, she’d transform into a fierce warrior, radiating the energy of someone ready to uproot a willow tree?

 

Qiao Huihui sighed and steadied her, taking the glass of plain water Ai Jia handed over and coaxing her to drink.

 

“What happened last night?” she asked.

 

After receiving her exam results yesterday, Qiao Huihui’s parents had been overjoyed. They even called Grandpa Qiao, and it wasn’t until the early hours of the morning that she finally got to rest. She really hadn’t had time to check her phone.

 

Ai Jia’s eyes widened. “Wait, you don’t know yet?”

 

She took out her phone, searched for the keywords, and then showed it to Qiao Huihui: “See, it’s actually quite funny. This so-called whistleblower is obviously fake. Everyone in our class knows your reputation as a top student!”

 

“But the backlash was quick—someone debunked the rumors online late last night.”

 

Qiao Huihui shook her head as she read the news.

 

She thought to herself that being a celebrity was indeed no easy task. In just a few days, she had already made headlines so many times.

 

At the entire class reunion, Qiao Huihui unexpectedly became the busiest person.

 

The first half was spent signing autographs for her classmates and answering their questions about the entertainment industry, while the latter half was spent being pulled aside by their homeroom teacher for a chat.

 

“Huihui…” The teacher spoke with a kind and gentle expression. “Have you decided which university you’ll apply to?”

 

Qiao Huihui replied, “Huaxia University.”

 

The teacher was thrilled. “Excellent, excellent! Study hard in the future.”

 

His eyes gleamed brightly as he added, “As for your career as a celebrity, I support you too. I’ll even go to your concert if you hold one!”

 

Qiao Huihui quickly waved her hands. “No, no need.”

 

A sudden image flashed in her mind: the fifty-something teacher, holding glow sticks, sitting among a crowd of pink-clad teenage girls, cheering passionately for her and shouting, “Go, Huihui!”

 

She shuddered, horrified by her own imagination.

 

After several rounds of drinks, almost everyone was drunk, except for the class monitor, who retained a shred of sobriety and called cabs one by one to send everyone home.

 

Qiao Huihui and Ai Jia helped out on the side.

 

Ai Jia hadn’t drunk a single drop—she had driven there and couldn’t drink. Qiao Huihui, however, had been toasted a few times. Though it was her first time drinking, she had an unexpectedly high tolerance. Apart from a slightly flushed face, she showed no other signs of intoxication.

 

When only she and Ai Jia were left, they tidied up and left the hotel.

 

The breeze outside cooled the warmth on Qiao Huihui’s face and cleared her mind a little.

 

Ai Jia looked at her worriedly. “Are you really not drunk? Your face looks a bit red.”

 

Qiao Huihui shook her head. “I don’t feel anything. It’s just like drinking water.”

 

Ai Jia, seeing her clear-eyed and seemingly honest, couldn’t help but laugh. “Could it be that you’re one of those people who never get drunk?”

 

Qiao Huihui humbly replied, “Well, maybe it’s just natural talent.”

 

The two had previously agreed to go shopping, but recalling the earlier incident where she was recognized by fans, Qiao Huihui thought it best to disguise herself.

 

Passing by a store, she asked Ai Jia to go in and buy a pair of sunglasses and a mask. Combined with the hat she already wore, her face was now completely concealed.

 

Ai Jia studied her for a moment and teased, “Being a celebrity makes you act like a thief.”

 

It was still June, and the heat was scorching. The air-conditioned car was bearable, but stepping outside felt like walking into an oven, the sweltering air threatening to roast them alive.

 

To make matters worse, Qiao Huihui was fully covered. After just a short walk, sweat was already streaming down her face, dampening the mask.

 

Only after entering a clothing store, where the air conditioning kept the temperature low, did she finally get some relief.

 

Ai Jia happily went off to browse clothes, while Qiao Huihui slumped onto a chair, too exhausted to move.

 

The store clerk passed by her several times, unable to resist glancing at the strangely dressed figure.

 

Noticing the clerk’s odd looks, Qiao Huihui pulled her hat even lower, inwardly groaning in frustration.

 

She couldn’t possibly be mistaken for a lunatic, could she?

 

Fortunately, Ai Jia had a conscience. After trying on two outfits, she noticed something was off with her best friend and quickly had the shop assistant wrap them up before pulling Qiao Huihui out of the store.

 

Once in the car, Ai Jia said, “I’ll take you home.”

 

Qiao Huihui was surprised. “You’ve only been to one shop.” Ai Jia usually loved shopping the most, never tiring even after a whole day of it.

 

“Good grief, do you think I’m some kind of slave driver? You’re clearly not feeling well, and I’m supposed to drag you around shopping?” Ai Jia’s tone was full of exasperation.

 

Qiao Huihui gave an awkward chuckle.

 

She hadn’t expected that her current state would make her unfit for going out, ruining Ai Jia’s excitement and cutting their trip short. She felt a bit guilty.

 

Ai Jia stepped on the gas and started the car. “Alright, stop overthinking it. It’s not like this is my only chance to shop. We’ll hang out again when we have time.”

 

She muttered under her breath, “I really don’t get why you suddenly decided to join the entertainment industry. Wouldn’t inheriting the family fortune and living as a wealthy heiress be much better?”

 

Qiao Huihui replied, “I’m no good at business. If I inherited it, the result would probably be bankruptcy.”

 

“But the entertainment industry is actually quite fun—much more than I initially thought.”

 

Ai Jia frowned, looking utterly unconvinced.

 

Qiao Huihui smiled slightly and didn’t elaborate further. To each their own—what’s honey to one might be poison to another.

 

Back home, with nothing else to do, she decided to finish watching the remaining episodes of Shine On You.

 

To put it mildly, by the end, she had only one thought: the editors deserved a beating!

 

In the videos, she and Shen Nanqing appeared to genuinely dislike each other—every gesture, even a single glance, was charged with hostility.

 

Even in the first episode, where Shen Nanqing had saved her, that act somehow became evidence used against her later.

 

Comments like, “Shen Nanqing might seem cold, but she’s kind-hearted—she even saved someone she dislikes!” or “Qiao Huihui is so ungrateful! Shen Nanqing saved her, and she didn’t even show any gratitude!”

 

Such remarks were everywhere.

 

It was too disheartening to watch, so she eventually turned off the comments to spare herself the frustration.

 

As she kept watching, she suddenly felt the urge to draw—specifically, fan art of herself and Shen Nanqing.

 

Qiao Huihui shook her head, dismissing the overly obsessive thought, and decided to just draw Shen Nanqing alone.

 

Inspiration struck hard and fast. A figure gradually took shape on the canvas, though with some unusual additions as she progressed.

 

For instance, a pair of perky black cat ears on her head, eyes tilted upward with a hint of red at the corners, exuding a sultry charm. A cat tail peeked out from beneath her skirt, curling high—transforming Shen Nanqing into an alluring cat spirit.

 

Yet, those glass-like eyes remained cool and distant, radiating an irresistible, restrained allure.

 

Looking at the finished piece, Qiao Huihui mentally scolded herself a few times—then very honestly clicked “Save.”

 

She opened Weibo out of habit but hesitated when it came to uploading the image.

 

Normally, she’d post fan art of her idols without a second thought. But remembering how the fans had chased her down, calling her a traitor, she suddenly felt a pang of guilt.

 

With that in mind, she quickly grabbed her tablet, pulled up a stage photo of Le Xingshan, and sketched a queenly figure in red.

 

Feeling she’d balanced things out in her mind, she contentedly uploaded both images.

 

PaintingLoverVV: The Cat Demon Queen Qing Hele, both sisters are so beautiful! ImageImage

 

SummerBreeze: Gorgeous sisters! I’m here for it!

 

PumpkinNotBig: Crying rn, what kind of celestial artist is this? Thank you for gracing us mortals with your presence.

 

FlowingWaterWineCup: Holy—suddenly shipping these two dom queens, the “you’re A, I’m even A” kind!