Chapter 297: Beauty in Person, Beauty in Music
“Little Eight, you did this on purpose, didn’t you? Why do I feel like this Shan Shui is a lot like Gong from the last world?” Nan Xun suddenly asked.
Little Eight hurriedly said, “You’re overthinking it, okay? Just a coincidence. Though I do have to admit—right now, you really are Gong-level crazy brain-dead fangirl, heh heh.”
Nan Xun: …
Even though she was now Shan Shui, and Shan Shui’s intense, obsessive thoughts still lingered in her mind, Nan Xun still found it unbelievable. How could one person be fanatical about another person to this extent?
After returning to the apartment, Nan Xun logged into Shan Shui’s Manman account. Manman was similar to Weibo in her original world—a hugely popular social platform. Shan Shui had over 150,000 followers, already considered a moderately successful internet celebrity.
However, after scrolling through Shan Shui’s past posts, Nan Xun’s temples started throbbing again.
What on earth was all this?
They were all heavily made-up selfies—every angle, every pose imaginable—or reposts of her idol’s updates. Almost every single post was a repost of her idol.
Nan Xun sighed, then without hesitation started clicking and deleting—one after another—every post that contained selfies, leaving only the reposts of her idol.
Then she posted a new update:
Medication stopped. From today on—returning to authenticity, returning to myself.
Attached was a photo of her as she looked now.
In the photo, the girl looked only eighteen or nineteen. Her jet-black, silky long hair draped over her shoulders. She smiled brightly at the camera, generous and radiant. Her cute, slightly pouty lips curved upward, her smiling eyes crescent-shaped, dotted with two sparkling highlights like a doll’s—beautiful beyond words.
Ten minutes later, Nan Xun checked the comments.
She was a little stunned. In such a short time, the post already had over a thousand comments—something that had never happened before.
She casually skimmed a few.
Filthy Auntie: Who is this? Did someone hack my Blonde Sis’s account?
Corner Passerby’s Blessing: Look carefully, holy crap—that is Blonde Sis!!
Foodie Turning Demon: Oh my god, is this beauty really Blonde Sis? Someone lend me eye drops—I think my eyes are broken!
Pipi Ninth Brother: +1 upstairs. I think my eyes are malfunctioning too. Emergency ophthalmology needed!
Dusty Smile: Don’t bother with the eye doctor. Damn it, it is her. Your eyes are fine—this great beauty is Blonde Sis!
Cold Moon幽幽: Wuwu, did Blonde Sis change her meds? Or did something big happen?
Fish Green Eating Dog Food: I feel like Blonde Sis might’ve really tried to kill herself today, and after that, she saw things differently. Suddenly feel so sorry for her.
…
After reading for a bit, Nan Xun logged out. The comment section was far more harmonious than she had expected.
Although most of the day had already passed, Nan Xun didn’t feel hungry at all. Compared to Li Yunduo, Shan Shui’s appetite was pitifully small.
It was the last day of the month. She wouldn’t be able to withdraw her livestream tips until tomorrow. After rummaging through the drawer, Nan Xun found only two hundred yuan.
Shan Shui’s aesthetic sense was truly questionable. When Nan Xun first arrived, she had been wearing an ill-fitting off-shoulder dress. With her full chest, the dress failed to highlight her advantages and instead made her upper body look bloated.
Earlier, she’d worn a mask when going out and hadn’t bothered changing. Now that she had time, she started digging through the wardrobe.
The closet was full of slightly expensive branded clothes, but the styles and colors didn’t suit her at all.
After searching for a long time, she finally found something wearable—a goose-yellow dress, simple in style, though a bit old.
Bare-faced, Nan Xun left the apartment, rented a shared bicycle, and leisurely rode around the city.
At a bustling street stall, she spent fifty yuan on skinny jeans, forty yuan on a pair of flats, and thirty yuan on a loose red cotton-linen T-shirt. She twisted and tied the hem of the shirt into a little flower at her waist, making her figure look even more slender.
With her long hair cascading down her shoulders, she looked bright and lively.
In the square, aunties were dancing, while young guys were street dancing, drawing a crowd of spectators.
Feeling the lively atmosphere around her, Nan Xun couldn’t help taking a deep breath.
“This is the breath of life. It’s really nice.”
Little Eight clicked its tongue. “Damn, are you playing artsy youth now? Wandering around late at night—what are you even doing?”
Nan Xun replied, “Didn’t you tell me to break into the entertainment industry as soon as possible? I’m creating opportunities for myself.”
Little Eight didn’t quite get it, but it didn’t ask further—afraid she’d call it stupid.
Nan Xun went to many places: lively squares, crowded food streets, and pedestrian overpasses. On one bridge, many performers were busking.
Seeing a young man playing the violin, Nan Xun’s eyes lit up. She borrowed his violin and played a piece.
The melody of Canon flowed softly. At first it was slow and gentle, like a quiet narration. In the latter half, the tempo suddenly quickened, becoming passionate and stirring. The onlookers seemed to see a butterfly breaking free from its cocoon, flying toward a vast land—vision opening wide, hearts uplifted.
The night breeze swept past, lifting the girl’s long hair. The violinist girl smiled sweetly, sweetness tinged with an indescribable charm.
When the piece ended, enthusiastic applause erupted around her.
Nan Xun smiled brilliantly, returned the violin to the stunned performer, waved casually, and left with ease.
Little Eight asked hesitantly, “Didn’t you say you were creating opportunities? What exactly did you do all night?”
Already lying in bed after a shower, Nan Xun muttered, “You’ll find out in a few days.”
There was no need to wait a few days.
The very next day, Little Eight found out.
When Nan Xun logged into Manman, a video titled “A Stunning Violin Beauty Among the People” had already entered the trending list. It wasn’t the top headline, but it was extremely eye-catching—ranked second, right below “Movie Emperor Ou Qian Suspected to Have a Mysterious Girlfriend.”
Nan Xun clicked into the video. Although the footage was a bit shaky, every beautiful moment of her playing the violin had been perfectly captured.
Then she scrolled down—and froze.
Holy crap.
One hundred thousand comments?!
What just happened?!
Nan Xun hurriedly opened the top comments.
The very first one read: “Beautiful person, beautiful music.”
That familiar avatar and the verified Manman account made Nan Xun feel dazed.
Ou Qian (Internationally renowned artist, actor), his name followed by a dazzling diamond-studded crown, had commented:
Beautiful person, beautiful music.
Just that single comment already had over fifty thousand replies.
Dark Night: HOLY SHIT—what is happening?! Why am I seeing my Ou Qian god?!
Cool Cool: AHHHH I’m dying of excitement—my male god appears!
Detective Ko-Blue: Ou Qian was just rumored to have a mysterious girlfriend, and now he comments under this video. Tsk tsk—“beautiful person, beautiful music.” My Ou Qian god rarely praises people like this. I strongly suspect the violin beauty in this video is his mysterious girlfriend!
Rose Under Sanskrit: Impossible. Upstairs, you’re definitely overthinking it.
Bone Butcher: Overthinking it +10086.
…
Nan Xun felt both flattered and stunned. She quickly scanned other comments—many were praising her, some accused her of putting on a show. But because of Ou Qian’s comment, the negative ones were far fewer. After all, if the male god said it was good, saying otherwise was basically slapping the male god’s face.
After some thought, Nan Xun shamelessly replied under her idol’s comment:
“Thank you. Actually, I’m your brain-dead fan. My ultimate goal is… to sleep with you.”
