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Su Wan had always felt that dating someone like Deity, an extraordinary person, required enduring the envious gazes of countless fans. Sure enough, the moment she walked into the Practice Room, the lively chatter among the people inside fell silent for three seconds as they turned to look at her.
Having been in the band for over two months, Su Wan had WeChat contacts with some members. She usually didn't post much on her Moments and didn't have a habit of blocking people. Therefore, when Fu Weiheng posted something on his Moments yesterday, everyone who was her WeChat friend could see it. Those who saw it told those who didn't, and soon enough, everyone in the band knew.
At this moment, the usually calm and composed Su Wan felt a chill run from her toes straight to her scalp, causing her to tremble slightly. Unconsciously, she swallowed and said, "G-Good morning."
Then she walked to her position amidst the whispers and murmurs.
The Practice Room was neither too big nor too small; to enhance soundproofing, sound-absorbing materials were attached to the walls. Thus, Su Wan could clearly hear the hushed discussions around her, such as—
"She’s actually with Mr. Fu? Oh my god!"
"I’m surprised that Mr. Fu, who never approaches women, would actually have a romantic relationship."
And then there were comments from foreign female colleagues—
"Oh my god! Are you kidding? I can’t believe it!"
"No, she is Neil’s girlfriend?? She’s too lucky!"
And from loyal fans with a hint of jealousy—
"Heh heh, I heard that on the day she auditioned for the band, Mr. Fu personally attended her Performance."
"Really? Does that mean she was airlifted here because of her connection with Mr. Fu?"
"That's hard to say."
...
Su Wan: "..."
"Guan Guan." Wen He approached her from behind, looking at her with a smile that was both teasing and meaningful. "So the Burberry guy is Mr. Fu?"
Su Wan fiddled with her violin bow, slightly embarrassed as she looked away. "I'm sorry for keeping it from you for so long..."
Wen He chuckled, patting her shoulder. "What are you apologizing for? Do you need to report your love life to me?"
Just as Wen He finished speaking, two sharp and mocking voices came from the side: "Oh, it's just a pretty face. Who knows if her position in the group was earned or given? Just wait and see how long she can be proud of it..."
The words were deliberately harsh, and even those who weren't trying to listen couldn't help but hear them, especially since the speakers were sitting right next to her.
"Hey, Guo Yao, we're all in the same group. Do you really have to be so harsh?" Wen He had always disliked the bassist Guo Yao, who had been sharp-tongued for years, as if everyone owed her something. So Wen He straightened up, walked over, and took a moment to scrutinize Guo Yao's not-so-pretty face. She snorted coldly, "Guan Guan has a beautiful and charming face; what about you? Do you have one?"
"You..." Guo Yao was taken aback by her words, glaring angrily and preparing to stand up from her chair.
The other girl who played bass nearby sensed the situation was getting tense and quickly pressed down on Guo Yao's shoulder, advising, "Yao Yao, don't argue with her..."
Su Wan also stood up and pulled Wen He back gently, whispering, "Wen He, I'm fine."
Wen He rolled her eyes at Guo Yao and shook her head as she sat down next to Su Wan.
Sitting behind Wen He was a young boy playing the trumpet. He scratched his ear and leaned forward to comfort her, saying, "Su Wan, don't mind her. She's always like this, talking nonsense."
The Viola Girl in front also turned around and softly said, "Yeah, Su Wan, that Guo Yao once asked Mr. Fu to go to a concert when they were in Germany. Do you know what kind of person Mr. Fu is? There's no way he would go with her. She got rejected and now that you're with Mr. Fu, of course she's unhappy and is taking it out on you."
Su Wan suddenly realized that Guo Yao was a pursuer of Deity; no wonder...
The Viola Girl continued, "And honestly, I have high hopes for you and Mr. Fu. Hahaha! Maybe it's because you both are so good-looking; it's a pleasure to watch!"
The Trumpet Boy chimed in, "Me too!"
Wen He couldn't help but laugh, "So Guan Guan, we still need you to comfort Mr. Fu when necessary. We'll be relying on you for our future vacations."
"Count on you!"
Su Wan ignored them, pointed at her seat, and turned around, saying, "...I'm going back."
——
During lunch, Su Wan received a text message from an unknown number that read:
[Su Wan, you're ruthless, huh?]
Confused, Su Wan replied with three question marks: "???"
Five minutes later, a reply came: "I apologize. Can you delete the post?"
Su Wan, holding a spoon for serving food, raised her eyebrows and immediately guessed who sent the message. She knew that the post about Li Jiayuan wasn't hers, and she didn't know who the poster was, so deleting the post was naturally not something she could decide. However, she wasn't exactly a saint either. So, she placed the spoon back into the bowl, leisurely typed a few words, and then calmly set her phone down to continue eating.
Across from her, Fu Weiheng glanced at her little expression while picking up food and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Su Wan bit her chopsticks and pouted slightly. "Just feeling happy."
---
Yan University, Girls' Dormitory 417
Li Jiayuan sat cross-legged in front of her desk, scrolling through several chat records on the forum along with a stream of abusive comments below, filled with rage as she took a sip of soda.
Suddenly, her phone on the table pinged with a message. She quickly reached out to grab it and saw a bright notification on the lock screen that read six glaring words—
[Su Wan: You brought this upon yourself.]
Li Jiayuan: "..."
Then, with a loud bang, the other three roommates in the dormitory instinctively turned their heads to see a rose-colored phone being violently thrown against the white wall. It hit the ground with a crack, and the screen shattered instantly.
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