Chapter 3 Viral Attention
The campus photos of me and Song Nanzhou went viral the moment they dropped.
My reputation as the one who dumped Song Nanzhou was completely sealed.
My hands shook as I opened the trending topics.
#Song Nanzhou Licked Until He Got Everything#
#Song Nanzhou Cheng Zhi Suspected Reconciliation#
#Song Nanzhou Don’t Love Too Hard#
Top comments.
【Everyone else acts, but Song Nanzhou—you don’t look like you’re acting.】
【A magazine shoot turned into wedding photos because of you.】
【Song Nanzhou don’t love too hard, you’re the one who got dumped.】
Excuse me, we didn’t even hold hands—how did it become wedding photos?
Suddenly, a Weibo notification: Song Nanzhou followed you.
I was shocked. Was the great Best Actor trying to make things even messier?
If I remembered correctly, Song Nanzhou followed zero people. Now it was one.
Netizens were going to ship us to death.
Sure enough, within minutes, our CP Super Topic “Song You One Journey” rose from the ashes.
The name felt unlucky, but Song Nanzhou himself started feeding the fans—he followed the Super Topic.
The top post:
【Best Actor Song’s move—does it mean Orange is your one and only?】
Song Nanzhou liked it. Those who understood, understood. It meant he agreed.
Well, if I were his white moonlight, I’d think so too.
Unfortunately, I was the one who dumped him.
And after dumping him, I didn’t even score well on the college entrance exam.
I was happily eating the sugar when my agent called to tell me to pack—tomorrow I was joining a Reality Show.
My eyelid twitched. I asked quietly, “Is Song Nanzhou going too?”
My agent sounded thrilled. “Yes! This massive blessing has finally landed on you.”
“Don’t you think it’s weird? I inexplicably trended, and now every job I get involves Song Nanzhou.”
“Not weird at all. All signs point to Song Nanzhou liking you.”
I didn’t believe it. “Even if we dated online for a year and a half, we never met, only exchanged two photos.”
I suddenly remembered something and added, “Uh… if I recall correctly, the photos I sent were heavily edited.”
“Maybe Song Nanzhou still holds a grudge over what I did, plans to make me famous first, then let me fall harder.”
My agent was speechless. “Your imagination is truly… unique. Look at those photos you two took—Song Nanzhou doesn’t look like he’s acting. It’s only three days of filming. Buck up.”
She hung up, leaving me alone, anxious and uneasy.
Not looking like acting didn’t mean he wasn’t acting.
He was the Best Actor, after all.