Everyday Romance After Becoming a Billionaire

Xiao Wanqing pulled up a price list on her phone and sat next to Su Ran to show him.

1. Screaming Fan, Requirement: [Scream with all your might], Price: 100

"What do they scream?"

"That has its own price. Just a standard 'Go, Su Ran! I love you, Su Ran!' is 100."

"What about screaming 'Su Ran, my husband'?"

"That's a different price. That option isn't on the list; I canceled it. If you want that one, I can scream it for you down there for free."

"Scream for me 'down there'?"

"...'Down there' my ass, you perv."

2. Screaming Fan (attractive with a good image), Price: 150

"This one's good. Attractive fans better reflect the idol's caliber. Not bad."

3. Chase the Bus (swarm and rush it to ask for autographs), Price: 150

"For this one, when you guys leave the training center for the stadium tonight, we've arranged for a dozen or so fans to be waiting at the center, holding signs. The moment you come out, they'll charge forward and chase the bus for 50 meters."

"Can't they chase a little farther?"

"That's a different price."

"Alright."

4. Break through security at the venue and rush the stage with flowers, Price: 300

"This one is usually for larger female fans. That way, the security guards can't stop them. They can crash through the cordon and rush toward you on stage."

"Oh..." Su Ran thought about it. 'I'm singing on stage, and a 220-pound fake fan comes THUMP! THUMP! THUMP-ing across the stage and flattens me.' "Never mind, never mind. That's too dangerous."

"Okay, let's go with that, then. 121 is the perfect number. Any more would look a little fake. After we eat, we'll go our separate ways. You go to rehearsal, and I'll go gather this group."

"Okay. Oh, right, I'll transfer you the money." Su Ran transferred 20,000 yuan to Xiao Wanqing and patted her on the shoulder, saying, "The extra is for your trouble, for all the running around you did to contact these 'fans'."

"..." Xiao Wanqing found his words grating. "Could you please not use the term 'trouble fee,' okay?"

「After the meal, they went their separate ways.」

Su Ran went to the training center and rehearsed with Lin Che and the others, trying to make the most of their time. It wasn't just them; all the Trainees were rehearsing tirelessly.

At six that evening, a huge crowd had gathered outside the training center. Fans from various groups, mostly young women, were holding up signs and waiting for their idols to appear.

At 6:10, security guards formed human chains on both sides, outnumbering the fans.

The bus arrived at the entrance right on time. The doors to the training center's lobby opened, and the pretty-boy idols walked out one by one. The fans outside started screaming, and a few even tried to break through the lines—truly dedicated.

In the crowd of fans, a few were playing on their phones until a companion said, "Stop playing, SJ is out."

Hearing this, the group of fake fans instantly got into character. They raised their fan signs, started ramming the security cordon, and shrieked heart-wrenchingly, "Go, Lin Che! Lin Che! My Lin Che! Waaaah..."

Pfft...

'Damn it...'

Lin Che almost coughed up a lung. He turned to Su Ran, who was struggling not to laugh, and said, "Hey, little bro, what kind of fans did you hire? They don't look like a fan club, they look like a bunch of professional mourners."

Su Ran: "Uh... They're just emotional! Definitely emotional! They're really getting into it."

Lin Che: "..."

They boarded the bus, the doors closed, and it drove off.

"Go, go, go..."

The various groups of fans started chasing, the distance depending on the price they were paid.

Some chased for 20 meters, then turned and left.

Some chased for 50 meters, then turned and left.

One group of fans actually chased them for an entire street.

The idols on the bus looked at the idol who had those fans and gave him a thumbs-up. "Now that's spending some serious cash!"

That idol put on a humblebrag expression. "They're real fans."

"Tch..."

BEEP BEEP BEEP. At that moment, Su Ran's phone chimed. It was a text from Xiao Wanqing: [Su Ran, when you get off the bus later, you guys should be the last ones off, especially Lin Che. After he gets off, there will be a female fan with glasses on the right. Lin Che should go over to give her an autograph. The fan will grab onto Lin Che and not let go. Then security will pull her away. That's when Lin Che needs to scold the guards, 'She's my fan! You can't treat my fans like this!' This will establish his image as someone who loves his fans and will win over a whole bunch of new ones.]

Su Ran and the others looked at Lin Che. Lin Che said, "I'll do whatever it takes! Let's do it!"

Su Ran: [Sister Wanqing, you really have the potential to be a fandom leader.]

Xiao Wanqing: [I used to be a fangirl.]

Su Ran: [Are you still a fangirl now?]

Xiao Wanqing: [I'm chasing you.]

Su Ran: [Too bad I don't sleep with fans.]

Xiao Wanqing: [...Go to hell.]

Putting down his phone, Su Ran saw that all the other idols on the bus were also putting down their phones. 'Ah, this...' It seemed like getting off the bus was going to be a free-for-all, with everyone showing off their special tricks to grab the headlines.

「Half an hour later.」

The bus reached the stadium, where a large crowd of fans was waiting by the entrance.

The doors opened and everyone got off, met by another wave of screams. The various Trainees started pulling out all the stops, interacting with the fans.

Su Ran: "Over there, over there."

Lin Che focused his gaze and saw her: a 200-pound female fan with glasses, holding a Lin Che sign and yelling, "Lin Che, my husband~"

Lin Che walked over as planned. He whispered, "Hurry up and kiss me, quick."

"Oh." The female fan reacted immediately. The security guards rushed over and pulled them apart. The fan let out a cry and took a fake fall. Lin Che angrily shoved the guards away. "What are you doing? She's my fan! A Lin Che fan!" He said this part while looking straight at the cameras. Su Ran and the others gave him a thumbs-up. 'It's a shame he's not an actor.'

"Are you alright?"

Lin Che reached out to help her up. 'Holy crap! 200 pounds!' He had to use every ounce of his strength just to pull her to her feet. He thoughtfully brushed the dust off her clothes. "Be careful, don't fall again, okay?" he said, his voice as gentle as could be. Some of the other idols' fans nearby were won over by him. Lin Che tossed his hair and strolled coolly into the stadium.

「Backstage at the stadium.」

「The dressing rooms.」

The clamor immediately died down. The rooms on both sides had signs on them, like "So-and-so's Dressing Room." The idols with status got private rooms, while those without had to use a communal one. In any case, everyone knew the winners of "Star of Tomorrow" were already decided internally; the rest were just background decoration. Becoming the champion and debuting offered an advantage, but that didn't mean the others had no chance. As long as you got famous, who cared if you were the champion?