Oops! I Became a Fan of My Rival Idol! - Chapter 44

After the fans from both sides had “politely” mocked each other, they clicked on the video.

 

Even though they had resolved beforehand to keep their eyes solely on their own idol/baby and pick out the most dazzling moments to screenshot and gush over—refusing to spare even a glance for the rival—

 

Yet… the fans were all proven wrong.

 

Why was the rival’s presence so overwhelming? Why, despite the two of them maintaining cold expressions in the video, was there still an inexplicable sense of chemistry between them?

 

Damn, how could these two dance so seductively?!

 

Though her gaze was gradually drawn to the other person, Zhao Xixi stubbornly refused to admit it. She resolutely took numerous screenshots, cropping out the other person entirely, leaving only Qiao Huihui.

 

Then she proceeded to gush in the comments.

 

Qiao-Qiao Vibe: Huihui is so gorgeous, love love love~

 

Qiao-Qiao Vibe: AHHHH I’m dead, Huihui’s waist move is too seductive!

 

Qiao-Qiao Vibe: AHHHH I can’t take it anymore, the immersion is too strong—it feels like I’m the one dancing with Huihui now!

 

Aside from those like her, who focused solely on hyping their own idol, there were also those in the comments dedicated to nitpicking the rival.

 

The World Is Big: Does Shen Nanqing have an underdeveloped cerebellum? Why are her dance moves so uncoordinated?

 

Lollipop from the Dessert Shop: Why is Shen Nanqing gripping so tightly? Is she secretly digging her fingers into our baby’s waist?

 

Pretty Girls Are My Love: Ugh, I’m convinced there’s some shady editing here. Out of so many people, how did these two end up paired together? My heart aches for our baby having to endure this.

 

Praising their own idol and bashing the rival—Shen Nanqing’s side of the comments wasn’t much different.

 

However, in a hidden corner of Weibo, a small group of people quietly started a fan community.

 

The name of the community was—Southern Bridge.

 

Its description was equally cryptic: The love-hate duo, you know who—come in if you get it!

 

At first glance, the community seemed unremarkable, but upon entering, it was clear its members were operating like an underground network. All the language used was incredibly cryptic, filled with abbreviations, pinyin, and nicknames—unintelligible to outsiders.

 

Showbiz Prodigy 1L: Guess who’s the top and who’s the bottom. I bet a dime on the older sister being the top. No takebacks—civil discussion only, no fighting.

 

Forest Deer 2L: Fifty cents on the younger sister being the top!

 

Morning Tangerine 3L: Second floor, don’t be so stubborn! The younger sister is so soft, how could she possibly be the top?

 

Running-Hating Sisi 4L: No, I agree with second floor. I’ll add another fifty cents—younger sister is definitely the top!

 

Can’t Think of a Name 5L: ??? Second and fourth floor, where are you getting this from? Not only is she soft, she’s also short—isn’t that the perfect recipe for a delicate bottom?

 

Running-Hating Sisi 6L: And where are you getting that she’s the bottom? In her ads, last performance, and now this video, her gaze and expressions are clearly top energy!

 

Forest Deer 7L: Sixth floor is right! I love a soft, short top—imagine her whining while kissing, a little puppy top is just chef’s kiss…

 

Jumping Around 8L: Damn! I’m such a fence-sitter. After hearing you two, my conviction that the older sister is the top is wavering.

 

Hamster Keeper 9L: Eighth floor, stay strong! A hundred bucks—older sister is the top!

 

Shen Nanqing wasn’t sure how she’d discovered this place. Maybe it was coincidence, or perhaps she’d been browsing too much content about Qiao Huihui, which led the algorithm to recommend it. At first, she didn’t quite understand what everyone was discussing, but after lurking for a while, she could now fully blend in.

 

She now had a brand-new title—a shipper.

 

Hmm… shipping herself.

 

Her fingers kept moving, and soon she found a freshly posted fanfiction.

 

The title was “Cat and Mouse in Love.”

 

In the past, she might not have understood what it meant, but now she knew perfectly well—the cat referred to her, and the mouse was Qiao Huihui.

 

This nickname originated from how they’d referred to each other in their last individual interviews.

 

Similar ones included—the “Sisters” faction, the “Rivals” faction, and so on.

 

In short, shippers went to great lengths for metaphors.

 

Their numbers weren’t large, totaling no more than a few hundred. If the solo stans of either side found out, they’d likely be sniped and completely wiped out in minutes.

 

So hiding was a must!

 

With a secretive thrill, she opened the story, her cheeks flushing as she read, all while staying alert to her surroundings.

 

Only after glancing back and confirming Qiao Huihui was still absorbed in drawing did she turn around and continue reading.

 

The phone beside her pillow kept vibrating, messages arriving one after another. Qiao Huihui scratched her head helplessly, feeling like she’d go bald sooner or later.

 

She looked at the masterpiece in her hands—a chibi version of a little girl, drawn plump and short, complete with a tattered straw hat and a floral-patterned cotton jacket as requested by the group. The rustic charm was undeniable.

 

This would be the main force for the upcoming “Operation Anti-Qiao.” She stared at it for a long time, her emotions complicated, before finally sending the image to the group.

 

Qingqing’s Girlfriend—Qiaoqiao: Image

 

Seeing this utterly embarrassing prefix, Qiao Huihui guiltily glanced at Shen Nanqing. Seeing the other girl seemingly engrossed in her phone, she sighed in relief but still cautiously turned her back before daring to check the group messages.

 

Shen Nanqing’s Guardian Angel—Willow: Ah… Qiaoqiao is amazing! This is so spot-on!

 

Shen Nanqing’s Guardian Angel—Qiqi: The great Qiaoqiao has arrived—applause welcome~

 

Shen Nanqing’s Guardian Angel—Dawn: So can we start the operation now?

 

Qingqing’s Girlfriend—Pomegranate: Ahhhh I can’t wait anymore, charge ahead!

 

Qingqing’s Girlfriend—Fruit: I’ve already thought of ten slogans—anyone want to claim them?

 

Qingqing’s Girlfriend—Qiaoqiao: What are they?

 

Qingqing’s Girlfriend—Fruit: Huh? The great one wants them? How about “#QiaoHuihuiGetOutOfShowbiz”?

 

Qingqing’s Girlfriend—Qiaoqiao: S-sure.

 

Online, Qiao Huihui charged at the forefront. Offline, she bit her blanket, silently shedding tears.

 

She was truly miserable, utterly miserable, wuwuwu.

 

Was there anyone else in the world who loved their idol so much they’d slander themselves for her sake?

 

Quietly, she typed out another line: “Qiao Huihui sings terribly and dances stiffly—how dare she challenge our Qingqing?”

 

Then she added the hashtag: #QiaoHuihuiGetOutOfShowbiz

 

Another comment successfully posted.

 

That night, she had sent about forty or fifty similar messages. At first, she felt all sorts of awkwardness, but now her fingers flew across the screen like an emotionless hate-comment machine.

 

Breeze Through Willow: Sis!

 

Qiao Who Loves Drawing: What’s up?

 

Breeze Through Willow: Ummm, well… next time you post a comment, try to make it sound more realistic. Don’t nitpick the areas where the other person actually excels.

 

Qiao Who Loves Drawing: ???

 

Breeze Through Willow: It’s just… just that, sis, you kinda look like a mindless hater right now. The type that’s easy for Qiao Huihui’s fans to gang up on.

 

Qiao Huihui opened the flood of private messages, her eyelids twitching as she understood Breeze Through Willow’s meaning.

 

Great. She was already being cursed out.

 

Judging by the content, it was all her own fans—the kind who chased her into her DMs just to insult her.

 

She wanted to write the word “miserable” on her face. The situation had now devolved into her cursing at herself, Pumpkin fans cursing at her, and Canvas fans cursing at her too.

 

On the surface, these weren’t the same person, but in reality, everyone was cursing at her!

 

After realizing this truth, Qiao Huihui shut down. She pulled the blanket over her head, wishing she could just peacefully depart this world.

 

Fortunately, the battle didn’t last too long. Though the Pumpkin fans had been prepared, the Canvas fans weren’t pushovers either. After a brief moment of chaos at the start, they organized and counterattacked with discipline.

 

In the end, the Pumpkin fan leaders called off the operation, and both sides finally settled down.

 

Staring blankly at the Pumpkin fans laughing and joking in the group chat, Qiao Huihui felt numb.

 

That night, you all had fun—but I… got 99+ DMs full of verbal abuse.

 

And they were all from my own fans. I don’t even know who to be mad at.

 

Glancing at the time—already 2 a.m.—she turned off her phone, placed it by her pillow, crossed her hands over her chest, closed her eyes, and prayed devoutly.

 

Hair Goddess, please… I’ve suffered enough. Don’t punish this innocent girl with hair loss.

 

……

 

“Huihui?”

 

A voice sounded by her ear.

 

“Hmm?” Qiao Huihui groggily opened her eyes to see Shen Nanqing’s face right in front of her.

 

Shen Nanqing’s lips moved as if saying, “I’m leaving,” but Qiao Huihui was too exhausted. Her eyelids had barely lifted before she succumbed to sleep again.

 

The last thing she saw was the other girl suddenly leaning down for some reason.

 

——

 

Bright daylight.

 

Qiao Huihui slowly opened her eyes and instinctively turned to look at the bed beside her—only to find it empty.

 

She bolted upright.

 

Xia Niao, brushing her teeth, peeked out at the noise.

 

“What’s wrong, Huihui?”

 

Qiao Huihui blinked as her memories gradually resurfaced. “Where’s Shen Nanqing?”

 

“Oh… she left early in the morning. Didn’t you know? I think I even heard her talking to you earlier.”

 

“Ugh—” Rubbing her sore, sleep-swollen head, Qiao Huihui groaned weakly. “Now I remember. I was too tired and fell back asleep.”

 

The familiar scent of perfume lingered in the air as she flopped back onto the bed, staring blankly at Shen Nanqing’s pillow.

 

Her memories slowly pieced themselves together.

 

When Shen Nanqing left… did she kiss her?

 

Her fingers drifted to the corner of her lips as she frowned, deep in thought.

 

Was that a dream… or did it really happen?

 

However, after racking her brain for a long time, she still couldn’t remember. Frustrated, she covered her face and rolled around on the bed.

 

Ahhhh! Staying up late ruins everything, it really does!

 

Shen Nanqing’s faint smile lingered until she saw Zhao Wenlu.

 

Without a word, she opened the car door and got in, intending to remain silent until they reached their destination.

 

But Zhao Wenlu, reveling in his petty triumph, chattered nonstop the entire way.

 

“Xiao Shen, look at how far you’ve fallen. A proper actress reduced to competing with rookies in a talent show.”

 

“When Brother Zhao signed you, it was because he saw potential in you. Who knew you’d be so ungrateful? If you’d just spent one night with Director Li, you might be the company’s top star by now.”

 

“Tsk… don’t blame Brother Zhao for speaking bluntly. Sometimes, people shouldn’t be too high and mighty. That’s just how the entertainment industry is. Look at you now… tsk tsk.”

 

He prattled on like an old nag the whole trip, which was bad enough, but what made it worse was how smugly he turned to seek validation—

 

“Don’t you think that’s how it is?”

 

Shen Nanqing gave him a cold glance. “Noisy.”

 

Then she picked up the bag beside her and got out of the car without so much as a look at Zhao Wenlu.

 

How ridiculous—some people are content being maggots, yet insist the cesspool smells wonderful, trying to drag others down with them.