Chapter 7: It is highly likely that he is a sasaeng fan

Jiang Zhaohuan didn't expect that the other party would be willing to sign To. After taking back the phone case, he did not forget to say "Kang Sang Mida" to them.

He returned to his seat, glared at Gao Zixiang who was smiling brightly, and whispered:
"Give me your phone case later, I'll put it on for a while."

"Yes, but how do you feel? If you are uncomfortable, I will explain it to you."

Gao Zixiang was still worried that Jiang Zhaohuan might misunderstand him because of this. He didn't want a signature to ruin their friendship.

Jiang Zhaohuan knew that Gao Zixiang had no bad intentions, otherwise he would have bought a property in Seoul and moved out of the school dormitory.

He glanced at the three signatures written like graffiti on the phone case and shook his head.

"I'm fine, I was just a little nervous just now...Don't disturb them."

"I'm so sorry, buddy, I'll cover your expenses for the week!"

When Gao Zixiang saw Jiang Zhaohuan asking for an autograph for him, he suddenly remembered something very important.

That is - the Peninsula entertainment circle is so small, there will be no chance for them to meet in the future, right?
Just by imagining the scene of the reunion, he could dig out a three-bedroom apartment on the ground with his toes.

Jiang Zhaohuan calmly poured himself a refill of ice water, and noticed three people walking quickly out the back door with fried chicken takeout, and he stopped controlling the volume of his voice.

Throwing the autographed phone case at Gao Zixiang, he mercilessly revealed:

"Didn't you contribute all your living expenses this month to the League of Legends? Don't think I don't know."

"Hahaha, then... next month?"

"No, don't do this again. You can't change your personality just by saying so." Jiang Zhaohuan thought about his life in the UK. It seemed that apart from helping the class perform in dramas, he didn't make any friends who he still keeps in touch with. "I know you are worried that I will be misunderstood and difficult to get along with after entering the circle, but actors... I don't think I will come into contact with as many people as idols."

"Tsk, I can tell you don't understand the entertainment industry! Regardless of whether they are unknown actors or popular ones, the company will arrange variety shows for their artists. After all, the filming period of a TV series is very long, and being on a variety show can not only promote the show, but also maintain exposure and popularity. Hey, Do Hwan, if you put your slow-moving personality on a variety show, wouldn't you just be dumb if others don't cue you?"

Jiang Zhaohuan pursed his lips. He really didn't expect that the actors would be on variety shows. He had watched several episodes of "Running Man" with Gao Zixiang before. Thinking of the interactions between those artists, his facial muscles tensed again.

Gao Zixiang did not want to put pressure on his good brother, he half-jokingly said:
"So I think you need me. Let me go to JYP Entertainment and apply to be your manager who can protect you from the wind and rain!"

Jiang Zhaohuan twitched the corner of his mouth and sneered. He pulled off the whole chicken leg that the waiter brought over and said mercilessly:

"Luckily you're still a college student, otherwise I would have the honor of becoming the first artist in history to clean up the mess for his agent."

"You know what? That's really possible. Thanks for the compliment!"

“…I’m not praising you.”

The two were chatting about interesting things that happened during the vacation and eating delicious fried chicken, but they didn't know that the Red Velvet members who just walked out of the fried chicken shop were discussing them, and there was a huge misunderstanding between them.

As soon as Jiang Seulgi walked out of the fried chicken shop, she asked her sister why she wanted to sign a To autograph for that fan. It's not possible to give such a benefit just because the other person is handsome? You know, the company has a clear ban on signing To autographs in places other than book signing events.

Bae Joo-hyun glanced at their reflection in the glass door next to her, frowned and looked conflicted.

She hesitated whether to express her speculation, but when she thought about her two younger sisters who had already entered the entertainment industry, she couldn't let them stay innocent and not get involved in anything. It would be terrible if they were deceived by people with bad intentions in the future.

Thinking of this, Pei Zhuxuan made sure that there were not many pedestrians on the road, then took off her mask and said seriously:
"We are all dressed like this, but we can still be recognized. There is a high possibility that the person is a sasaeng fan."

"Mo? Is that person a sasaeng?!" Kang Seul-gi couldn't help but raise her voice, and when she noticed the passers-by looking at her, she quickly covered her mouth and asked in a low voice, "Jinjia? Unnie, do we have a sasaeng so soon?" In Kang Seul-gi's mind, they are newcomers who just debuted for half a year and don't have many fans, so how come they have sasaeng fans?

As the team leader, Bae Joo-hyun had previously concealed the fact that her fans were following her in order not to worry her younger sisters.

Pei Zhuxuan thought about it and shook her head:
"I'm not sure either. I need to confirm with my agent, Oppa."

She was very unfamiliar with the name "Gao Zixiang" and his appearance, and he should not be the fan she had met at the autograph session.

This alone cannot determine whether the other party is a sasaeng fan, because some sasaeng fans are only interested in the private lives of artists and will not participate in public activities.

Sun Chengwan, who had been silent, suddenly realized something. She widened her eyes and said with emotion:

“No wonder you gave the To signature, you wanted to make sure if this name appeared on the company’s known sasaeng fans list, right? Oh my god, you are really smart!”

As Irene's most die-hard fan, Son Seung-wan was not stingy with her words of praise. At the end, she realized that her Korean vocabulary was not sufficient, so she switched to English, which she is more proficient in.

This caused Kang Seok-ki, who was standing by, to clap her hands blankly, her eyes filled with envy and admiration for "people who are good at English".

Pei Zhuxuan was relieved to see that her two sisters were not frightened by this matter. She smiled and said:

"Okay, Cheng Wan, no need to praise me anymore. I hope I am just overthinking it."

"Yeah, I hope I'm overthinking it. Otherwise, it would be a shame for such a handsome fan to be a sasaeng!"

Jiang Seul-ki raised the plastic bag in her hand, leaned in to smell the aroma of fried chicken, and selectively forgot the horrible scene of her senior in the same company being chased by a stalker.

Sun Chengwan agreed with the first half of the sentence, but after hearing the second half, he narrowed his eyes and said cautiously:
"Ah! Jiang Seulgi! How come you're as crazy as Joy? Don't have any bad thoughts!"

"Ani, what are you talking about? I just hope he is a fan who supports us! It would be best if there is one less stalker!"

Jiang Seqi expressed her innocence and said that she didn’t care about the issue of private life now. She just wanted to shrink and get into the fried chicken box to enjoy her meal.

Hey, why haven’t I reached the dormitory yet? I’m really starving.

Bae Joo-hyun's worried expression also relaxed a little. She looked at her two sisters who were playing together and arched her eyebrows.

I hope that like what Seulgi said, I’m not a stalker.

Jiang Zhaohuan, who was coating the original fried chicken with sweet and spicy sauce, couldn't help but sneeze. He looked up at the central air conditioner that was blowing the heater. After confirming that it was not related to the cold symptoms, he looked suspiciously at Gao Zixiang, whose mouth was a mess after eating:
"Gao Zixiang, you're not secretly cursing me in your heart, are you?"

"Huh? Why would I scold you? I am innocent!"

"Jinjia?"

"of course it's true!"

Gao Zixiang sucked his sauce-covered fingers. When he reached out to grab the second fried chicken, he suddenly thought of a possibility.

Wait a minute, could it be that the members of Red Velvet are “scolding” Do Hwan?

Forget it, let’s not talk about this possibility. He was worried that he would be assassinated by Jiang Zhaohuan when he went to bed tonight.

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