Chapter 82: Girlfriend Fans

"What do you want to say? I'll say it for you."

Bai Chenxi pressed her hand over her mouth in excitement. Wasn’t this too flirtatious? As if his good looks weren’t enough, even his voice was perfect.

Did he really need to say anything sweet at this point? Even a man as straight as reinforced concrete would have admirers. If he learned to flirt, who could resist?

"Hey! Bai Chenxi, are you still there? Should I call the police?"

Bai Chenxi didn’t respond for a while, so Chu Muyun mischievously mimicked her earlier words.

Bai Chenxi’s voice was now a little unnatural. "Brother Chu, I think you’re fine just as you are—really, you’re great. No need to learn sweet talk, that would be way too greasy."

Are women always this fickle? Chu Muyun even glanced at his watch—hadn’t it been less than a minute since her mood changed?

"Enough about that. Brother Chu, why did you call me?"

Bai Chenxi just wanted this topic to pass quickly. If Chu Muyun turned into someone who spoke nothing but cheesy lines, the scene would be too much to imagine. His fans might chase her down eighteen streets.

"I wanted to ask you today, what does an idol mean to you?"

Chu Muyun sounded so formal, Bai Chenxi felt uneasy. Wasn’t his question like something from a news channel interview?

If she answered casually, it would feel unworthy of the question.

"Brother Chu, did you join some inspirational program?"

"Not really. I was just suddenly thinking about the relationship between idols and fans. You mentioned last time you had many favorites, so I wanted to hear your thoughts."

This was the true meaning of 'the talented work harder than you.' When she had free time, she thought about food, while others pondered the definition of idol and fan. She felt a pang of inferiority.

Bai Chenxi considered for a moment. "An idol should be a role model in the hearts of fans. For example, you know Mo Li is my favorite. He’s a role model to me, a goal to strive for."

Listening to her formal answer, Chu Muyun felt a little disappointed. "Isn’t it because he’s handsome?"

He’d rather it be about looks—after all, he wasn’t lacking in that department.

"Of course not," Bai Chenxi shot back quickly, then smiled sheepishly. "Well, maybe just a tiny bit. But that’s only the premise. The most important thing is the person himself."

"I always knew his acting was good. Filming with him these days, I realized he’s not just skilled but also very hardworking. He does tons of preparation and deeply understands his roles."

"Because my idol is like that, I want to learn the good things from him and work harder myself. That’s probably what an idol means to a fan!"

Chu Muyun, who had remained silent, suddenly asked, "Would you ever stop being his fan?" The definition of idol seemed a bit dangerous—better to drop it altogether.

"Usually not. If he made mistakes regarding certain principles, I’d stop being his fan without hesitation. But for things like Mo Li secretly dating, that’s not a reason. After all, one should focus on an idol’s work, not their personal life!"

Right, Mo Li had a girlfriend—he’d almost forgotten.

"Not a girlfriend. They’re married," Chu Muyun casually dropped a bombshell.

"What? Mar… married? Oh my god!" Bai Chenxi was so shocked she could barely speak. She hadn’t heard a whisper of news.

Chu Muyun simply waited for her to process the revelation.

Unexpectedly, Bai Chenxi burst out excitedly, "Wow! A talented actor and the queen of controversy—this setup could be a romance novel! What should I do? My idol is successful in his career and happy in his family, truly a winner in life."

She finished off with, "No wonder he’s my idol."

Chu Muyun rubbed his forehead, helpless. He really couldn’t count on her thought process.

"In cases like this, don’t most fans stop being fans? Or at least give tearful blessings. How come you’re so…"

He didn’t finish, but he meant: How come you’re so excited and so different?

"I’m a fan of Mo Li’s looks and career, focusing on the person, not the drama."

Chu Muyun, true to his curious nature, asked, "What does ‘looks fan’ and ‘career fan’ mean? Aren’t all fans the same?"

Bai Chenxi saw he didn’t really get it. After all, his social media was only filled with ads—it was too much to expect him to know.

"Clearly, you’re still using a 2G network. Let me explain. Fans come in many types—mom fans, dad fans, daughter fans, looks fans, career fans, girlfriend fans, hand-obsessed, voice-obsessed…"

"Girlfriend fans?" Chu Muyun sharply picked out the term that caught his attention. The word ‘girlfriend’ sounded a bit grating.

Bai Chenxi, unaware, explained, "A girlfriend fan is someone who sees herself as her idol’s girlfriend."

Chu Muyun frowned at the explanation. "And you? Whose girlfriend fan are you?"

"Right, right, that’s how it’s said. Lots of netizens online claim, ‘I’m so-and-so’s girlfriend fan.’ You know, you have quite a few girlfriend fans. They probably can’t believe they’d ever be acknowledged by you."

Bai Chenxi had read fans complaining: Don’t even think about him knowing the difference between fan types—it’s a miracle he knows we’re his fans at all. He probably can’t even find his own fan forum. Maybe… he doesn’t even know what a fan forum is.

Whenever Bai Chenxi recalled Chu Muyun’s fans roasting him, she couldn’t help but laugh. Truly, fans resemble their idol in sharp wit. But when the fans directed their wit at her, it was anything but charming.

Bai Chenxi always had such scattered thoughts, always missing the point. Every time Chu Muyun thought he’d gotten used to it, she set a new record.

"I’m asking about you. Are you anyone’s girlfriend fan?" Chu Muyun emphasized the word ‘you,’ otherwise Bai Chenxi might wander off topic again.

"No. An idol isn’t yours. If you get too emotionally involved and your idol gets a girlfriend or marries, you’d be heartbroken. Better not."

Chu Muyun was quite satisfied with her answer. He said calmly, "You could be."

"Be what?"

Chu Muyun propped one arm on the sofa. "You could be my girlfriend fan. You wouldn’t be so heartbroken."

Bai Chenxi tried to hold back, but couldn’t, and burst into giggles.

"Is it funny?"

Bai Chenxi immediately stopped laughing. "Not funny. Brother Chu, are you recruiting fans live? You’re not short of fans."

Please don’t worry about that. If you were lacking fans, other artists—me included—wouldn’t survive.

"You seem unwilling to be my fan?" Bai Chenxi felt there was a hint of threat in his words.

Driven by self-preservation, Bai Chenxi immediately caved. "No way! From now on, I’ll be your girlfriend fan. The others are just passing fancies, fleeting as smoke. You’re my true favorite."

"Mm. Say it again." Bai Chenxi quickly repeated herself.

After a while, Chu Muyun finally spoke. "Since you’re my girlfriend fan now, there are some things I need to say up front."

"What… what things?" Bai Chenxi’s confidence wavered, sensing trouble.

"My fan forum says: Betray me, break your legs. Do you understand?"

Such a threatening statement, but what Bai Chenxi thought was: So he knows about his own fan forum, and has even visited it.

At this moment, she really wanted to negotiate with Chu Muyun’s fans: Considering all the benefits I’ve brought you, could you stop scolding me from now on?