After gender swapping, my best friend and I hardcore BL (Boys' Love) became top influencers.

All the turmoil was hidden beneath the calm of daily life.

With just over ten days until the final night, and because the final night will be broadcast live, the trainees will be in a high-intensity practice mode to prepare for the stage.

So before everyone went into seclusion, the production team arranged one last fan meeting. Each fan club had a few spots, but they were still pitifully few.

The vast majority of tickets require fans to spend real money to buy a bunch of worthless pieces of paper and unusable sponsor stockpiles. Damn the production team, they still have to make a quick buck at this point.

Xiang Wanwan and Dai Xiaoqing also got a few tickets, but some people couldn't come because of scheduling conflicts. In addition, the fundraising scandal that had just happened made Xiang Wanwan suspicious all the time.

The fans in the fan club are all gathered together because they like the same people. They come from all over the country and are fans of the same thing online, but they have never actually met in person. Who knows if the tickets she sent out will be resold by someone else?

Looking at the extra tickets in her hand, Xiang Wanwan suddenly thought of the angel sisters from before.

That girl is really amazing. Although her online time is not very fixed every day, every time she logs on, she doesn't say a word of nonsense. She takes on the anti-black task and rushes out with a moo.

She completed the mission incredibly quickly and well, her combat power was terrifying, and she was also extremely aloof. She didn't expand her social circle or join any fandoms, focusing wholeheartedly on her "Lingtinglanism" lifestyle. She was practically her soulmate!

If she likes someone this much, this girl must really want to meet Ling Tinglan in person.

Xiang Wanwan had already made up her mind. Rather than giving the vote to those people whose identities were unclear, she would rather give it to this sister, and she could also meet her in person.

Xiang Wanwan had a feeling that she and this person, who had such good taste, would definitely get along well. She really wanted to have a long chat with him during her evening study session!

Thinking of this, Xiang Wanwan acted immediately and sent a private message to that sister:

[@A Ling, I'm so sure, sis! Our fan club still has spots left for the fan meeting. You've been working so hard fighting the online trolls lately, do you want to come with us to see A Ling in person?]

When Jiao Wangshu saw the message, she first rubbed her eyes, then glanced at Ling Tinglan beside her, who was holding her phone and grinning like an idiot. She was completely dumbfounded. What was so special about seeing this? She saw it every day; she was getting tired of it.

And who should go offline? Him?

Jiao Wangshu was self-aware enough to know that, given the current situation, it was already a miracle that he could stand alive in front of Ling Tinglan's fans, and of course, the same was true for Ling Tinglan.

So he didn't hesitate to send out a three-part rejection to the other party. Looking at the current absurd situation, he was so worried that his hair was almost turning white.

Perhaps noticing Jiao Wangshu's mournful gaze, Ling Tinglan, who had been keeping his head down, raised his head at this moment. He subconsciously put away his phone and gave Jiao Wangshu a guilty smile.

She looks both ingratiating and pitiful, and inexplicably a bit dim-witted.

Jiao Wangshu sighed. What else could she do but roll up her sleeves and continue the fight?

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Time flew by and the day of the fan meeting arrived.

The venue for this meet-and-greet was set up outside the recording base. The open-air venue was extremely basic. The production team simply built a large tent to shelter from the wind and rain and then divided it into several areas to manage the flow of people.

In stark contrast to the shabby setting were the trainees, who were dressed in incredibly sophisticated attire.

The twenty trainees sat in a row, and Ling Tinglan and Jiao Wangshu were assigned to the third section, which was the corner closest to the edge of the venue.

Although they were seated in a relatively remote location, no one could help but be drawn to them.

Today, Ling Tinglan's hair was unusually free of a lethal amount of hairspray. His hair had grown quite long recently, and the fact that it covered his sharp eyebrows and eyes actually softened his cold demeanor a bit.

This emboldened fans who initially found him strikingly handsome and were hesitant to make eye contact with him.

Then these fans were surprised to find that when Ling Tinglan looked at someone seriously, his eyes would unconsciously become rounder, making him look like a big dog, which unknowingly charmed the fans.

Sure enough, no matter what skills or schemes you use, as long as you have a pretty face, it's the best way to win over fans.

Similarly, the beauty of the Jiao Wangshu today has reached a new level.

His hair was originally a little naturally curly, but it became less noticeable as it grew longer. Now, with his carefully styled hair, those lovely curls are perfectly restored, especially the ends which are playfully curled up, making people feel as if their hearts are filled with cotton.

Soft and light, I wanted to pour out all my grievances to him.

Just like it is now.

A girl sat in front of Jiao Wangshu.

The girl was very thin and young, and her entire outfit showed how much effort she had put into this meet-and-greet.

But no matter how exquisite her makeup was, it couldn't hide the dark circles under her eyes—she must be doing very well.

This was Jiao Wangshu's first impression of her.

And that was exactly what happened. In the one minute they met, the girl looked at him with teary eyes for about forty seconds.

But just as their time was about to run out and staff members came to remind them, Jiao Wangshu suddenly reached out and grabbed the girl's hand.

His hands had long, thin, raised, light white scars.

Jiao Wangshu's gaze swept over her for a moment, then fixed directly into her eyes:

"It's winter now."

"See you next spring."

The girl looked at the hands that were holding hers and answered blankly:

"……good."