Chapter 122: Autograph
Even though she had heard such serious words from the school authority, Gu Qinghuan’s life was no different from usual.
In the authority’s words, as long as Gu Qinghuan followed her own intentions, that would be enough. Her faith and her will were the best weapons to help her complete her tasks.
Today was December 25th—Christmas.
The origin or meaning of Christmas was completely unimportant to Gu Qinghuan. If she managed not to misspell “Christmas” in her English essays, that was already enough.
The key point was—today, many stores would launch “Christmas specials”!
Gu Qinghuan: “For lunch, should I order this store’s Christmas fried chicken set, or that store’s Christmas pizza set? [image][image]”
Jiang Chuchu: “It’s barely past breakfast, and you’re already thinking about lunch?”
Song Yi: “I choose pizza.”
Qin Yue: “Fried chicken!”
Xie Xiangxue: “Damn, I’m still trying to control my weight!”
Gu Qinghuan: “Look at this sushi gift box @Xie Xiangxue.”
Xie Xiangxue: “Too much!”
Xu Xinghe: “Class leader, what do you want for lunch today? I’ll get it for you!”
Yu Xin: “I got cakes for you and Chuchu @Gu Qinghuan @Jiang Chuchu.”
Gu Qinghuan: “Thanks, Xin Bao—muah!”
The Class Three group chat had been lively since early morning. By the time Gu Qinghuan arrived at school, everyone had already received the best solution—the fast report from Bao Qingsong.
“Today, the first floor of the cafeteria is open for free, and everyone can choose a special set?” Gu Qinghuan widened her eyes.
Bao Qingsong, full of energy, explained: “Yes! Apparently, a student’s parent complained last night that the cafeteria’s menu needed improvement. They donated a large sum, so the school arranged this event. After eating, everyone can leave suggestions to help improve things.”
Gu Qinghuan immediately clasped her hands together, her tone exceptionally sincere: “I don’t know which parent this was, but thank you!”
She put down her hands, then seriously patted Bao Qingsong on the shoulder: “I have one more task to assign you.”
“I understand,” Bao Qingsong said cleverly. “I’ve already been checking on the special set news. I’ll make sure to have results by the big break!”
Gu Qinghuan clapped her hands: “As expected of you!”
Xu Xinghe sneaked closer: “Class leader, tell me what you want to eat next time, and I’ll buy it immediately.”
Qin Yue had just sat down and heard Xu Xinghe speak. He got goosebumps: “Why are you flattering her?”
“How can this be called flattering?” Xu Xinghe said with righteous seriousness. “This expresses my admiration and respect for the class leader! It’s a true reflection of my feelings!”
Gu Qinghuan could no longer bear it. Rubbing her arms, she said earnestly: “I remember. Next time, follow me during the big break. Don’t be so cheesy.”
Xu Xinghe reined himself in, laughing sheepishly as he returned to his seat.
To prevent his silly laughter from lasting too long and making the Chinese teacher Lu Yezhi suspect her prized student’s brain was broken, Gu Qinghuan grabbed Xu Xinghe and ran as soon as the big break started.
Mingde School took this program recording seriously and had cleared two large conference rooms and several offices in the administrative building for the crew and artists.
Xu Xinghe was still laughing halfway there, but upon arriving at the administrative building, he could no longer smile.
“Class leader, why are you bringing me here?” Xu Xinghe asked, terrified.
“We’re going to get an autograph. I arranged with Sister Yan. She’ll sign for you in person—but only the autograph. Don’t expect anything else, and don’t show off to other fans,” Gu Qinghuan explained.
“Absolutely not!” Xu Xinghe replied reflexively, finally realizing what Gu Qinghuan meant.
If they hadn’t already walked into the administrative building, he would have already turned into a squealing toy.
What! He was actually going to meet Yan Qingyin herself!
Xu Xinghe’s heart rate immediately shot up to one hundred and twenty, and he bounced in place like a rabbit.
Gu Qinghuan couldn’t bear to watch any longer. She walked to the door of the program area, guarded by security, and politely said: “Hello, I’m Gu Qinghuan from Class 1-3. I’ve already made an appointment with Sister Yan.”
She took out her student ID, then dug out Xu Xinghe’s student ID from his pocket—he was so excited his brain had short-circuited—and handed both to the security guard.
The guard carefully checked the names and photos on the IDs, nodded slightly, and returned them: “Miss Yan’s assistant has been informed. You may enter.”
The two guards pulled aside the entrance barriers, letting Gu Qinghuan and Xu Xinghe in, and radioed the inside.
Xu Xinghe followed Gu Qinghuan in a daze, his voice weak: “Am I really going to see the goddess?”
“Yes. Stay calm—if you faint, you won’t get the autograph,” Gu Qinghuan warned seriously.
Xu Xinghe shivered and regained his composure: “I understand!”
Just as they turned the corridor corner, hurried footsteps approached—a young woman in a black short jacket, hair tied in a simple ponytail, running, with the ends of her hair swinging.
Seeing Gu Qinghuan and Xu Xinghe, the young woman stopped: “Are you Gu Qinghuan?”
“Yes, I am,” Gu Qinghuan replied.
The young woman nodded: “I’m Sister Yan’s assistant, Xiao Tao. Follow me; I’ll take you to her lounge.”
“Wait, let me verify first.” Gu Qinghuan pulled out her phone.
Gu Qinghuan: “Sister Yan, is your assistant Xiao Tao? Ponytail, black short jacket?”
Yan Qingyin: “Yes, that’s right. You’re being cautious.”
Gu Qinghuan put away her phone and nodded at Xiao Tao: “Verification done. Thank you, Sister Xiao Tao.”
Even this alone surprised Xiao Tao: “Your vigilance is almost like a professional fan.”
Gu Qinghuan smiled modestly. She was in the entertainment world, after all. As a teenager, she had to protect herself.
They followed Xiao Tao to a lounge. Upon entering, Yan Qingyin, seated on the sofa, raised her hand in greeting: “Good morning.”
Xu Xinghe nearly fainted, but Gu Qinghuan supported him: “Stay steady! Don’t embarrass yourself!”
Xu Xinghe pinched his thigh and barely regained control.
He took out a fairly large square cardboard from his bag: “Ms. Yan Qingyin, I’m your fan!”
Gu Qinghuan looked at the box, thinking: What is this?
Luckily, Yan Qingyin gave the answer: “You bought vinyl?”
Ah, this was a field she didn’t know at all. Gu Qinghuan quietly looked away.
“Yes!” Xu Xinghe answered loudly. “I finally managed to get it!”
Yan Qingyin smiled, picked up a quick-dry marker from the table, signed her name on the vinyl case, and handed it back: “Thank you for your support.”
A word of thanks from an idol is extremely powerful for a fan. Xu Xinghe held the vinyl, so excited he could barely speak: “I… I will always support you!”
After leaving the administrative building, Xu Xinghe still floated on air, holding the vinyl case to his chest: “Class leader, am I dreaming?”
“You’ve asked me that three times since leaving the lounge,” Gu Qinghuan sighed. “Ask again and I’ll snatch your bag.”
Xu Xinghe instinctively clutched the bag, then realized Gu Qinghuan was joking and laughed foolishly: “Class leader, you’re amazing! I really admire you.”
“Take care of it. I don’t want to be asked for autographs every day,” Gu Qinghuan reminded him.
Xu Xinghe immediately swore: “If I tell anyone, I’ll fail my Chinese exam!”
Gu Qinghuan believed him: a high school student who always scored above ninety-four in Chinese swearing like that was truly sincere.
