The night before the college entrance exam results were released, I redeemed my Peking University ad

11 PM, Shenyang Xiantao Airport.

As soon as the flight from Beijing landed, the exit was already packed with fans who came to greet them. Light boards lit up the sky, and the shouts of "Sister Lan" made the terminal shake.

"Ye Lan is here! She's here!"

"Oh my god, it really is Lanlan! She flew all the way from the capital! She really came!"

"Sister, look at me! I came all the way from Darian!"

"Lanlan, you've worked so hard! Catching a flight so late at night! Get some rest!"

"Honey, you've lost weight! Have you been skipping meals again?"

"Ahhh, she glanced this way! She looked at me! I'm going to die!"

"North of the Milky Way, Lanlan is the most beautiful!"

Fans held up their phones, light sticks, and support banners. Some jumped up excitedly, some covered their mouths with tears in their eyes and couldn't speak, and some even pushed forward despite losing their shoes in the crowd.

A superstar is a superstar; even on a last-minute trip, her status remains undiminished.

At the exit, a temporarily rented black van was already waiting.

Only after the car door closed did Ye Lan finally take off her mask and sunglasses and let out a long breath.

The moment the mask was removed, a delicate face was revealed.

Her skin was fair and delicate, not the kind of pale white achieved through excessive foundation, but a genuine, translucent, porcelain-like white.

Her almond-shaped eyes were clear, and even after wearing a mask for several hours and feeling a bit stuffy, they remained moist as if they were filled with morning dew.

Her nose is high and straight yet delicate, and her lips are a light cherry pink, looking good even without lipstick.

Agent Xu Jing turned around from the passenger seat, looked at Ye Lan who had finally let down her guard in the back seat, sighed, and handed her a bottle of mineral water with the cap unscrewed.

"You're really going all out!"

"But honestly, Lanlan, you rushed over here without stopping, even lowering your price online to actively solicit songs. Was it worth it? It's just a song, isn't it?"

In Xu Jing's eyes, her artist's actions this time were indeed a bit outrageous.

What level of fame does Ye Lan have?

A triple crown queen, a top Chinese pop star, can't she sing any song she wants?

Countless award-winning singers lined up to write songs for her, and countless people were eager to have her cover their works.

But this time, she actually took the initiative to ask an 18-year-old boy for a song on Weibo, using such humble and humble words as "I don't know if I have the honor."

This is inconsistent with Ye Lan's usual style, and even more so with her status in the martial arts world.

Ye Lan took the water bottle, took a sip to moisten her dry lips, and then smiled.

"Sister Xu, this Ji Bai is no ordinary student."

Xu Jing nodded and counted on her fingers: "Indeed, it's remarkable! In the field of mathematics, one person solved five world-class conjectures in a row, leaving those foreigners from the International Mathematical Union speechless."

"In the music field, to sing six timeless classics in one night—it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a once-in-a-millennium genius!"

"But it's not worth you flying there in person. We can have the studio send out a formal invitation through official channels."

Ye Lan shook her head, gently placed the water bottle in the cup holder, and looked through the dark car window at the blurry city outline in the distance.

"Sister Xu, you don't understand."

Xu Jing was taken aback.

do not know?

What don't I understand?

She has been with Ye Lan for over ten years, becoming her manager since Ye Lan's second year in the industry, and has watched this girl rise from a newcomer to a superstar.

She knew everything about Ye Lan, including her family background, personality, work habits, and even the temperature of water she liked to drink.

Now, Ye Lan actually said that she "didn't understand," which suddenly gave Xu Jing a bad feeling.

Could it be...?

Thinking of Ye Lan's background, Xu Jing shuddered, her voice unconsciously lowering a few decibels: "Lanlan, could it be that...?"

Ye Lan's background is a semi-public secret within the industry.

Her grandfather was a founding general, and her parents held important positions within the system. Although they never revealed the specific departments or ranks, the mere fact that she was a "third-generation red" was enough to make the entire entertainment industry treat her with utmost respect.

Ye Lan's smooth sailing in the industry over the years, with zero scandals, zero negative press, and zero unspoken rules, is not just due to luck.

For Ye Lan to personally fly to Fucheng and even lower her stance on Weibo, could it be...?

Ye Lan was amused by Xu Jing's expression and gently waved her hand, "Alright, Sister Xu, don't ask anymore. Anyway, this song is very important to me!"

She didn't say how important it was.

Xu Jing wisely refrained from pressing the matter further.

Having been Ye Lan's agent for ten years, the thing she knows best is when to ask questions and when to keep quiet.

In general, artists are controlled by their managers, and they have to follow their managers' arrangements in everything they do.

Whether to accept gigs, sign endorsement deals, or what content to post on Weibo are all decided by the agent.

But for a superstar like Ye Lan, the priorities are reversed.

Although called an agent, she's more like a work assistant.

Once Ye Lan makes a decision, all she needs to do is carry it out.

"Oh well."

Xu Jing turned around, took out her phone, and started looking at her upcoming schedule.

"There's a video conference with a brand tomorrow afternoon..."

"It's cancelled."

Xu Jing: "..."

Fine.

The van drove out of the airport parking lot in the night, turned a corner, and got on the highway.

The headlights pierced the darkness of the night as the car headed north towards Fucheng.

……

The next day.

Ji Bai was awakened by a ringing telephone.

"Feed?"

Ji Bai answered the phone in a daze, without even opening his eyes.

A very pleasant voice came from the other end of the microphone.

She's like a caring older sister on a late-night radio show, but with an added touch of ethereal beauty.

"Hello, are you Ji Bai?"

Ji Bai, eyes closed, held the phone to his ear, his mind still fogged up, and mumbled, "It's me. Who are you?"

"I am Ye Lan. We contacted each other on Weibo yesterday."

Ye Lan didn't mince words and went straight to the point: "I'm already downstairs at your apartment complex. I was wondering if it would be convenient for us to meet and discuss the song licensing."

What?

Ji Bai sat up with a start, instantly becoming fully awake.

No,

Sister, are you serious?

It's only been one night, and you're already downstairs at my house?

Even flying to the nearest airport, Shenyang, would take three hours from Beijing to Fucheng. Adding the time it would take to drive from Shenyang to Fucheng, she must have come overnight.

Is it in such a hurry, sister?

wrong.

and many more.

There is an even more important question.

How the hell did you know where I live?

Forget it, she's a top star with a third-generation revolutionary background, finding her address shouldn't be difficult.

On the other end of the phone, seeing that Ji Bai remained silent, Ye Lan assumed that her sudden arrival had put him in a difficult position, so she tentatively asked, "Is it inconvenient?"

"Hmm...you're downstairs?" Ji Bai confirmed.

"Yes."

"Then wait ten minutes, no, wait twenty minutes before coming up."

"Well……"

The voice on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, clearly confused.

Why do we have to wait twenty minutes before going up?

"Because I need to poop!"

"Don't you poop in the morning?"

Ji Bai thought this request was very reasonable.

Everyone needs to defecate; even the King of Heaven has to defecate.

You've been blocking someone's building early in the morning; you can't expect them to stay put, can you?

Will you take responsibility if I develop hemorrhoids from holding it in?

……