Bro, you're eating so well, how am I supposed to sleep tonight?

"Wait, they didn't say there was this kind of benefit when we came. How do they even assign girlfriends?"

"Holy crap, man, I'm more anxious than you. See that guy over there? That's my brother. We came together. He's even uglier than me, yet he's eating better than me now. Damn, look, he's even getting handsy."

"Damn, that girl actually leaned in on her own. Crap, no one said being a fan came with this kind of treatment. If I'd known, why the hell would I go to a business KTV? I'd just follow stars instead. With a look like that, she must be intoxicatingly sweet."

With that, he quickly picked up his phone and sent a voice message to his buddy. "Bro, you're confused! You can't handle this woman. Get out of there right now. You don't know, she's poison."

"Would I ever harm you? Whatever you do, don't kiss her. Just satisfy your hands. Bro, you absolutely must not eat her—Bro!"

Though he said that, in his heart he thought: Bro, you're eating so well, how can I sleep tonight? Thinking of you and her in a hotel is more painful than killing me.

Unfortunately, his brother didn't reply because at this moment, the other party had already pretended to be a leader and entered the Milk Factory for a security check.

Just then, someone suddenly shouted, "They're here!"

Hearing this, everyone looked ahead.

A large crowd was coming this way, and two of them had particularly outstanding temperaments.

A man and a woman. The man's name was He Fan, a popular singer. The woman was, of course, Angelina.

At this time, Angelina, wearing sunglasses and accompanied by her two assistants and Bodyguards, walked behind He Fan. She was a bit surprised when she saw the scene ahead.

She had seen scenes like this many times and naturally understood that these must be fans of some star who had come to the airport to pick them up.

On the other hand, He Fan's mouth curled up slightly at the sight, clearly satisfied with his fans. However, what puzzled him was...

Why were there so many male fans this time? This inevitably made him feel a bit flattered.

A male star being loved by male fans—what do you call that? That's called charisma.

Thinking of this, he waved to the crowd with joy.

He didn't forget to whisper instructions to the Bodyguards beside him: "Pay attention later. Don't let them get too close to me. Women are fine, but they must be pretty. Try to keep the ugly ones away from me, but don't make it too obvious."

The Bodyguards nodded in understanding; after all, they were already used to it.

Soon, a dramatic scene occurred.

The crowd of fans swarmed toward them. He Fan thought they were all there for him. After all, the signs the girls held had his name on them. Although the men held nothing, he had already automatically categorized everyone as his fans.

"Don't rush, don't get excited, be careful not to get hurt. I'm really happy to see you all because I didn't expect..."

As he spoke, Angelina, who was behind him, finally realized there really was a star. She had thought it was the surprise her fans had mentioned.

However, before He Fan could finish speaking, the crowd bypassed him and headed straight for Angelina behind him.

Some people even shouted in excitement after seeing Angelina in person, for no other reason than she looked even better than in the livestream room.

"Holy crap, Angelina! Angelina, we're your fans!"

"Holy crap, Angelina is really here! I thought it was fake. Waaa, my goddess is so beautiful."

"Wait, it's fine if you shout, but why are you taking advantage of her? Forget it, if I don't shout, I'll look like an outcast. Holy crap, Angelina! Goddess! Goddess~"

The roars of the crowd seemed like they would blow the roof off the airport. Angelina was completely stunned.

She stood frozen in place. Her two female assistants had never seen such a scene and immediately acted as if facing a great enemy.

If this weren't for the fact that they weren't in Russia, they probably would have drawn their guns by now.

They thought: What the hell is this? It's too scary. Anyone who didn't know would think some president was traveling, given how popular she is.

However, Angelina wasn't the only one frozen; He Fan, walking in front, also froze. The smile on his face stiffened, and his previous joy vanished instantly.

Worse was yet to come. "Bro, move aside please, you're blocking our way."

With that, the crowd behind pushed He Fan aside, pushing his Bodyguards along with him. This infuriated He Fan.

That wasn't even the most infuriating part. The worst part was that there were girls among them, and the signs they held had his name on them.

Most importantly, their looks were above average. Thinking of this, he glanced at his support group and immediately broke down. Good grief, it turned out all the "good stuff" had been picked away, and what was left were all "crooked melons and split dates."

The thought that he would have to greet them with a smile later made him feel uncomfortable.

On the other side, by the time Angelina snapped out of it, she was already surrounded by fans, making it impossible to move.

"Angelina, I really like you! Can I take a photo with you?"

"Yes, yes, me too, me too! I've liked you for over a decade. Give me an autograph and a photo first."

"Bro, go to the back of the line. I've been watching Angelina's livestreams since I was a kid. If anyone's getting an autograph first, it's me."

"Bro, if you're going to put it like that, you get to the back of the line too. My grandpa even sent Angelina gifts back when he was a kid. I'm taking a photo first."

"Wait, man... is that right? You're in your twenties, right? Your grandpa must be at least seventy or eighty. If you're going to say that, I'll say my First Ancestor had a crush on Angelina."

Hearing these comments, Angelina quickly took off her sunglasses and looked at the person who had just spoken with a face full of disbelief.

Although her Chinese wasn't very good, she understood a bit. She didn't know what the concept of "First Ancestor" was.

But that guy—you said your grandpa sent me gifts when he was a kid?

I understand every word, but why doesn't it make sense when put together?