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Rong Yan sat upright on her bed, placing the laptop on her knees, sitting cross-legged as she logged into an account on her phone using the username and password for comparison.
With a âclickâ of the Enter key, she logged into the account.
She found the group and clicked to enter.
Surprisingly, the fan club already had nearly two thousand members. As she clicked in, the group was bustling, filled with incessant message floods that moved too quickly for her to clearly discern what was being said.
[So lucky, the fan club president is here today.]
[I donât know if the president is a man or a woman, could it really be my idolâs rumored boyfriend?]
[I think itâs that male model.]
[Oh my, I think both are possible, both are super handsome, right? What a pity my rank isnât high enough, otherwise I could have joined the president in a voice chat.]
[Just focus on the tasks, by completing them you can slowly ascend to the management level. Then you can voice chat with the president.]
[I wonder if we can actually talk to Miss Rong Yan herself later.]
[Maybe you can if you become a main fan.]
[What is a main fan? How do you become one?]
[That⦠itâs not clearly stated how to become one. But a main fan is probably someone who has consistently supported the star, the kind that would leave an impression on the star themselves.]
Beneath was a long string of chatter between several young girls discussing how to become her main fan.
Just as Rong Yan was scratching her head, wondering how to initiate a conversation with the invisible fan club president, [YB], a voice message came through.
The username was indeed YB.
Rong Yan played the short voice message.
A manâs voice emerged, deep and imbued with a sense of mystery. He simply said, âThank you all for supporting Rong Yan. I hope everyone continues to work hard on controlling comments,â and with that, the group went into an uproar.
Rong Yan played the voice message over and over again, each time becoming more certain of the guess in her heart.
Just by listening to the voice, it was definitely not Little Babyâs. But no matter how she listened, the male voice sounded as if it had been altered with a voice changer.
The voice line sounded very mature, but the tone of speech, that was Little Babyâs tone!
Especially when her name was called, the person paused slightly before the word âYan.â
This was because, other than calling her mom, when Little Baby was angry, he would call her Little Demon Rong, but would almost never call her by her full name.
Between Little Demon Rong and Rong Yan, there would be an involuntary pause to avoid calling the wrong name.
From the lack of response to her messages, to hearing someone in the background addressing him as president during a call, to noticing the organized comment control on Weibo, combined with Little Babyâs unusual busyness and the concurrence of the user nicknamed YB coming online, all signs pointed towards her conjecture being correct.
To confirm her guess, Rong Yan logged out of Gu Linxiâs account and switched to her own. Using her personal account, she found Little Babyâs account and then sent a private messageâ[Big shot, can we follow each other?]
She sent the private message, and the other party displayed it as read, but it was like dropping a stone into the ocean, with no indication that they intended to reply.
Rong Yan was almost certain of the mysterious identity of the fan club president.
It was definitely Little Baby!
Otherwise, as the president of her fan club, it made no sense for them to ignore her proactive pursuit for attention. Unless⦠Little Baby was afraid of being discovered by her!