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The room fell silent again, except for the female fan on the tablet who was still interacting with the photographer.

Yifei sat on the sofa with her knees drawn up to her chest, her almond-shaped eyes darting around until they reached an angle where Liu's mother couldn't see her.

Liu's mother stared wide-eyed as she watched her daughter's earlobes grow redder and redder!

"Sigh, what can I say about you?"

Liu Yifei pouted and turned her head away angrily, then grabbed her mother's arm.

"Mommy~~~ Mmm~~~" A sweet, coquettish voice echoed in the room.

She not only clung to Liu's mother's arm and shook it incessantly, but she also pressed her rosy little face against it!

"Hey, get out of the way."

"No, please!"

Liu's mother smiled, then rolled her eyes but forced them back. She raised her hand and pushed her daughter's head away, saying, "Stop making such a silly fuss, you're a grown woman!"

"Hehehe."

Glancing at her daughter's mischievous little pink tongue, Liu's mother put on a stern face and let out a long sigh.

"Come here."

"Huh?"

Liu's mother pulled her closer, her tone more serious than ever before: "I don't care what your current situation is with your big blockhead, but before 05, I hope you can calm down. I've also talked to Xiang Nan about this."

"Uh..." Yifei nodded perfunctorily. "Okay."

"you!"

Liu's mother puffed out her cheeks, then suddenly let out a cold laugh, and recounted an old story: "You heard what happened that night, didn't you?"

"Huh?" Yifei opened her mouth wide, not yet able to react.

"The girl who hid in Xiang Nan's shadow that night..."

"Was it you?!" Liu's mother suddenly thrust her head forward, startling Yifei, who quickly leaned back to avoid it.

"No, it wasn't me!" Yifei shook her head vigorously.

Her face was red from the beginning, so there was no clue as to what was going on.

However, Liu's mother had plenty of ways to help.

She shifted her position slightly and reached out to touch her daughter's cheek: "Hehe... Are you boiling water? Qianqian, why is it so hot?"

"Hot, hot?" Yifei's eyes darted away, not daring to respond at all.

Liu's mother didn't argue with her. She took the girl's soft little hand and placed it on her knee, her voice softening: "You're still a child. Childhood appreciation isn't necessarily genuine."

"I……"

"Stop, listen to me." Liu's mother stopped Yifei and continued, "You may think what I'm saying is wrong, so let's make a bet. If you're still with him in three years, I won't care about you anymore."

"Which one—I don't know what you're talking about."

Seeing her daughter avoid the situation, Liu's mother was not angry.

"Anyway, you're filming TV shows and he's releasing albums, time will fly by. Besides..."

Liu's mother turned and pointed at Xiang Nan on the tablet: "Besides, you don't want him to become a superstar while you're still a nobody, do you?"

"Well……"

Yifei pondered for a moment, then shifted her position, rested her head on her mother's shoulder, and whispered something.

Liu's mother agreed, and the mother and daughter reached a secret agreement.

After their heart-to-heart talk, the two turned around and started watching variety shows again.

Inside the izakaya, a female fan was already eating ramen.

At that moment, a waiter suddenly came over and told the passerby that because she was the store's 1,000th customer, she was entitled to a complimentary special dessert.

The female fan was overjoyed after expressing her gratitude, and even went on and on to the photographer, saying things like how lucky she was.

The hosts inside the program room wore expectant expressions.

Shortly after, Kimura appeared at the bar with a tray in his hand. He glanced at the photographer and asked him a question. Just then, a lot of arguing came from the back room.

"Baka yarou—it tastes like dog shit, kono yarou!"

"Conan-kun, go ask the chef at this restaurant if he's really not out of his mind!"

"OK!"

Kimura, who was standing inside the room, shrank back and instinctively tried to run to the kitchen, but just then, the blond photographer made a hand gesture.

"Damn it, why now of all times!"

After a pause, Kimura remained dedicated and carried the pastries toward the female fans.

Just then, the curtain to the inner room was lifted, and a tall figure appeared in the hall.

"Oh, what is that!"

Was that a person? Or was it a bear?

Kimura was so startled he almost dropped the plate, while the hosts watching the show burst into laughter.

"It's a big piece of wood!"

Upon hearing this, Liu's mother looked up and then frowned, "Why this hairstyle?"

"It's a variety show."

On the screen, Xiang Nan was dressed in a black shirt and black jeans, wearing sunglasses, and had a thin scar on his left cheek.

He smirked as he surveyed the lobby until he spotted the chef, Kimura. Hands on his hips, he roared, "Totem! It's you, chef! You made our president throw up!"

As he spoke, he lifted his foot and walked towards Kimura.

"Eh? Eh? Eh!"

Kimura felt an overwhelming aura coming towards him. He repeatedly stared at the cameraman, but the latter remained calm.

Huh? Calm down? Could this also be an actor arranged by the show?

That's it! This must be the next prank, and maybe I'm the target?

The thought had barely formed in his mind when he saw the cameraman put down his camera and stand directly in front of Xiang Nan, blocking his way: "You idiot! Can't you see we're filming a show?"

Huh? Weren't you together?

Before Kimura could even react with surprise, Xiang Nan reached out and grabbed the little blond boy by the collar, then—lifted him up.

Chen Jinfei: Ah, I know this one well!

"Hey, hey, hey, don't be impulsive!"

Everything happened too fast. Xiang Nan lifted the blond-haired boy up with one hand and swung him around. The blond-haired boy's body flew out like a rag doll and crashed straight into the wall...

"Boom!"

They actually smashed right through the inner wall of the store!

"ah---"

Inside the store, Takuya Kimura and a passerby had their eyes bulging and mouths agape. Their expressions were magnified and displayed on the large screens on either side of the program.

A group of hosts laughed until their stomachs hurt.

"Hehehe..."

Ok?

Yifei turned her head in surprise, and Liu's mother immediately pouted and stopped smiling.

Yifei hummed and squinted, her small face slightly tilted at a 45° angle as she slowly approached Liu's mother.

"Look at you, you big blockhead!"

"what!"

With a startled cry, Yifei quickly returned to the screen.

In the program, after tidying up the blond-haired boy, Xiang Nan narrowed his eyes and looked at Kimura.

"Ah—you, you, you, I, I, I…"

Xiang Nan walked up to him and held up two fingers toward his chest.

How dare he! Was he going to stab my chest with his finger? What a cruel way to die!

Kimura gritted his teeth, ready to fight to the death, when he flicked his fingers toward the bar.

Kimura turned his head and saw that the smiling person was none other than the supervisor.

"Got you!"

"Aaaaaah!" Kimura sat down completely, his face a mixture of laughter and tears.

The blond-haired boy behind him also climbed over, his head resting on the plastic wall, chuckling as he did so.

Yifei shook her head, looking at the big blockhead apologizing in the camera, her phoenix eyes narrowing into crescents: "So it was a scheme within a scheme? That's quite interesting!"

【Sorry, Kimura-senpai.】

[Daijibu! Xiang Nanjun, you are truly an exceptionally talented newcomer!]

On the tablet screen, as the two were exchanging compliments, Xiang Nan's thug-like figure in a suit froze, turning into a photograph. The photograph flipped around and became an art photograph, at which point a voiceover began.

【项南：1984年11月12日，出生于中国。身高192cm，体重87.5Kg；轻鬆扣篮、素质超凡的超绝美少年！目前第一张自製专辑即将发售，敬请锁定1月1日——《遇见项南》！】

That's not all; the program also created a hexagonal quality chart for Xiang Nan:

Appearance: 100 points, exceptional!

Physical condition: 100 points, extraordinary!

Singing voice: 90 points, superb!

Talent: 100 points, extraordinary!

Personality: 100 points, extraordinary!

Education: 100 points, exceptional!

I almost became a hexagonal warrior!

However, Yifei clearly didn't have time to care about this data at the moment; she was practically fuming...

On the tablet, hexagonal data is on the left, and an artistic portrait of Xiang Nan is on the right.

It was a full-body photo: Xiang Nan was wearing a burgundy shirt, black trousers, and leather shoes, with the top button of his shirt undone.

He had his left hand in his pocket and his right hand hooked around his collar. He raised his chin slightly and lowered his eyelids, looking down at the person in front of the screen as if inspecting his own territory.

"Waaaaah..."

Mrs. Liu frowned and glanced out the window: "Where's the alarm coming from? Who turned on the water?"