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On the 25th.

There was still no news on Xiang Nan's phone. He had participated in another interview and a surprise performance on campus.

These were all arrangements made by Sony beforehand. If Xiang Nan had come on his own, he probably wouldn't have been able to find the person in charge.

After returning to China, Chen Yaocuan was in charge of the subsequent publicity in Taiwan and Hong Kong, while Xiang Nan was in charge of the publicity in mainland China.

I've been so worried these past few days that I was even a little distracted while giving my speech at Waseda University Stadium.

"Lord Xiang Nan, Lord Xiang Nan."

"Oh, what's wrong?"

Xiang Nan snapped out of his daze and realized he was still on the stage, surrounded by a huge crowd of students.

"Hahaha……"

"Xiang Nan must be missing his father? After all, he is so young, yet he is far away in another country."

"Yes, there are some," Xiang Nan continued smoothly.

"But I miss my mother even more. My mother was a traditional farm woman in China. I loved her homemade ice jelly the most. She made it by grinding ice jelly seeds and adding ice cubes, diced watermelon, diced mango, strawberry slices, and soft-cooked red beans and mung beans. Taking a bite of it on a hot summer day..."

"Wow----"

A gasp of surprise rippled through the audience.

"What Xiang Nanjun said makes my mouth water. Do you cook for yourself in your daily life?"

The host continued to ask the same boring questions.

"I can cook for myself, I..."

"So, Mr. Xiang Nan, what's your attitude towards your fans? Have you considered developing your career in Japan?"

Xiang Nan deliberately considered this question for a long time.

"As for future development, I have already been admitted to a university in our country."

"Eh—" the host drawled, sounding quite surprised.

"At seventeen, you debuted as a singer and got accepted into university at the same time?"

"Yes, an art university. You might see me in movies someday."

"Eh—seriously—"

"As for the fans..." Xiang Nan looked at the camera.

"I hope that all fans can focus wholeheartedly on their own lives, love themselves first, and then love others! No matter how outstanding other people are, they are just passersby in your life. Only yourself is the most important."

"Eh—"

"Asahi—"

"Xiang Nanjun—Xiang Nanjun—"

Clearly, Xiang Nan's efforts were effective, and the two thousand students in the stadium soon chanted his name in unison.

"Xiang Nanjun really loves his fans!"

Xiang Nan smiled slightly and gently shook his head: "No, it's just that my fans are doing better, so they have more money to buy my albums!"

The host paused for a moment: "Haha, that's a really frank answer!"

……

Half an hour later, Xiang Nan put on a mask and left from backstage.

This is the last exchange meeting, or rather, the last roadshow.

Tomorrow we'll be taking a detour to Taiwan, and the day after tomorrow we'll be heading to Hong Kong.

"Brother Nan, you did a good job."

Feng Man gave a thumbs up.

"Just don't be so frank next time. Your persona is gentle and kind."

Xiang Nan patted Feng Man's head, said nothing, and turned to walk towards the nanny van.

"Hey, what do you mean by that?!"

The vehicle slowly started moving.

Xiang Nan sat in the back seat, gazing at the fiery sunset in the distance, thinking to himself that this was probably the last few times he would ride in this car.

He underestimated the entertainment industry.

So what will happen after returning to the mainland?

After paying taxes, I only have 370,000 yuan left. 300,000 yuan is with my parents. I promised to use it to buy a house, so I can't ask for it back halfway through, right?

With the 30,000 yuan from "Dark Fragrance", he only had 100,000 yuan left. Sony had initially given him 370,000 yuan for promotion, but now that Sony has withdrawn, he has to bear all the subsequent promotion costs.

A total of 200,000.

Among these: a campus tour costs between five thousand and ten thousand yuan, a book signing event costs at least ten thousand yuan, traditional print media promotion costs tens of thousands of yuan, and television program promotion costs between ten thousand and one hundred thousand yuan.

If it were a variety show, one could get on for free through project swaps or favors, but Xiang Nan is all alone, so where would he get any connections?

"ah--"

A scream suddenly erupted inside the car.

"What's wrong?"

Xiang Nan peered out and saw Feng Man in the passenger seat pointing at a group of people in front of the car and screaming in surprise.

"It's fans, Xiang Nan, your fans are blocking the door!"

"fan?"

Xiang Nan looked around and realized that he had returned to the accommodations arranged by Sony.

"Wow! You have solo fans now, all of them are little girls."

After seeing the face clearly, Feng Man was obviously much more excited, but Xiang Nan was not.

"I can't walk anymore, Xiang Nansang, what should we do?"

Xiang Nan rubbed his fingers together, opened the car door, and got out.

"Eh—"

Once outside the car, Xiang Nan could finally see the crowd in front of him. They were all young girls, about twenty or so, holding up their photos, name tags, and magazine covers.

The crowd blocked the door, and upon seeing Xiang Nan in person, they screamed and rushed over.

"Yay!"

A roar stunned the crowd.

"What are you doing?!"

"Xiang Nansangma, we're here to support you."

Xiang Nan looked down at these people, his eyes filled with pity, but it ultimately turned serious: "Since you support me, you shouldn't be blocking my door!"

Why?

"Idiots! I don't need this kind of support, you're too inexperienced!"

"Eh—"

"You're not that big yourself!"

"Waaaaah—that's so mean!"

Xiang Nan was genuinely unaccustomed to this way of idolizing celebrities, and he had enough evidence to suspect that it was Sony's doing.

"In short, don't do these things again. Listening to my songs is the biggest support you can give me. You should be at school, not here!"

"That's outrageous!"

"don't want--"

I hate you the most!

At this moment, Feng Man and the driver also got out of the car. The two bowed and apologized, and it took them several tens of minutes to disperse the crowd.

"Hey, what's going on?"

Feng Man wiped the sweat from her forehead and sighed, "I'm afraid your scolding will ruin all the hard work we've done so far."

Xiang Nan stared at the crowd in the distance, squinting his eyes without saying a word.

Will her public image collapse?

will not!

That evening, news of Xiang Nan cursing at fans did cause some negative impact, but the next day, news of Xiang Nan's roadshow in Waseda spread, and within half a day, he salvaged his reputation.

Ah, we misunderstood him!

[Xiang Nanjun is so concerned about me, I cried.]

[Xiang Nanjun, you're so kind!]

That afternoon, Xiang Nan appeared in Nikkan Sports and Weekly Oricon, further boosting his popularity. Of course, the most important factor was the previous variety show clip, where the song "PLANET" was uploaded online and became a huge hit!

Xiang Nan's debut was a great success.

But Xiang Nan didn't see any of this; by then, he had already reached the bend.

As soon as they got off the plane, people from Sony's Taiwan branch found Xiang Nan's team.

"Xiang Nan, you've exploded! Your song is a massive hit in Japan, it's practically gone viral!"

Xiang Nan paused, then lowered his head and muttered those words.

"Viral...spreading..."