CHAPTER 591: 229 BUFF IS MAXED OUT_3

Do you know how hard it is to play the piano? Even the most mediocre people dare to hype themselves up.

She decided to click in and see what kind of "genius" had the guts to boast like this. If it was some fame-chasing opportunist, she’d definitely unleash her sharp tongue and roast them off the internet.

But as soon as she clicked on the video, her soul was struck.

Oh my god, she saw an angel.

There’s a saying: amateurs watch for fun, professionals watch for skill. She knew exactly what kind of talent it took to play "Night Ghost" like that. Even watching it through her phone screen lacked a certain essence—she knew for sure it’d be even more electrifying in person. She deeply regretted not being there live.

Huang Xiaoyu’s soul was hit with a critical blow. She fell straight into the fandom pit.

She frantically searched online for every bit of information about this goddess. Her name was Shen You’an, a freshman in Class A at Lanya High School, an academic genius, recently crowned the first-place gold medalist at the CMO...

With so many accolades under her belt, she was truly next-level amazing.

Suddenly, Huang Xiaoyu thought of her own so-called idol who could only pose flirtatiously and spout cheesy pick-up lines to charm fans. Compared to Shen You’an, her old idol was total trash. This was what a true idol of the new era should be.

Without hesitation, Huang Xiaoyu ditched her old idol and joined the "Pomelo Army."

In fandom culture, fan groups often come up with names based on wordplay, hence Shen You’an’s fans were dubbed Pomelos.

Although the fanbase had just been established and didn’t have many members, relying on her experience from previous fan circle involvement, Huang Xiaoyu quickly gathered the first wave of "leg hairs" and rolled up her sleeves to start working hard.

She had a feeling that with her idol’s extraordinary talent, one day Shen You’an would stand on the grandest stage. In the future, the Pomelo Army she was leading would surely be enormous and super cool.

With these dreams in mind, she fell asleep and had a dream.

She dreamed that her idol indeed became an international sensation, performing at the Royal Grand Theater, capturing the attention of the world.

From the audience, she cried rivers of tears, overcome with excitement.

After the show, she ran to present flowers to her idol, who gently embraced her and said thank you.

Huang Xiaoyu was so overwhelmed she almost fainted.

Just as she was about to clearly see the breathtaking face of her idol, her mom’s feather duster smacked her awake.

"It’s already late morning, and you’re still not up? Sleeping in every day. Look at Panpan next door; she’s up at six studying vocabulary, and then look at you—lazy as hell. How did I end up giving birth to a daughter like you?"

Huang Xiaoyu furiously grabbed her hair: "Ahhh! Just a little more, I was so close to seeing my idol’s face...!"

Huang Xiaoyu was devastated.

Mrs. Huang: ...

The feather duster swung down mercilessly: "You little brat, you haven’t even grown up properly and you’re chasing idols? All these people who aren’t men or women, look at how obsessed you are. I’m warning you—you better snap out of it..."

Mrs. Huang spotted the celebrity poster on the wall and ripped it off in one move, furious.

But Huang Xiaoyu acted like she didn’t even see it happen, clutching her phone as she dashed into the bathroom.

Hehe, she had to continue contributing to her idol’s career.

Opening Weibo, Huang Xiaoyu, who had been lazily browsing moments earlier, now visibly perked up.

She rubbed her eyes. Then rubbed them again.

Something was off.

She scanned the trending list four or five times and then typed "Shen You’an" into the search bar—nothing came up.

The "genius piano girl" keyword brought up a completely unfamiliar stranger.

Growing increasingly desperate, Huang Xiaoyu opened the fan group she had set up the night before.

The group had been disbanded.

Huang Xiaoyu: ?

Was she waking up the wrong way?

Just then, a Twitter friend she’d added last night sent her a private message.

Xiao Wei in Summer Solstice: !!! 238XXXX6

Huang Xiaoyu tried adding that QQ number, and sure enough, the name and profile picture matched.

After adding the contact, the other person immediately sent her three exclamation marks.

—— !!! Our goddess has been banned. If you even mention her name on the platform, your account will be shut down instantly. Why? Why?! Just overnight—did our goddess offend some big shot?

Huang Xiaoyu’s eyes widened in shock.

She replied—Maybe our goddess herself is actually a big shot, and she doesn’t like exposing herself in public?

With that kind of aura, no normal family could’ve raised her.

Isn’t there that type of aristocratic daughter from a prestigious family who dislikes public appearances? A family so powerful they could erase her presence from the internet with a snap of their fingers.

Someone with such refinement and stature might not enjoy the noisy adoration of the online world, right?

—— That’s impossible. My cousin’s elementary school friend goes to Lanya High School, and all the students there know that Shen You’an is just a regular person.

Huang Xiaoyu clenched her phone tightly, sitting on the toilet as her heart sank.

No way. Had her newly discovered idol really been banned? Why?

She didn’t know why, but with the intuition sharpened by years of being in fan circles, she sensed: something big was going on.