"Whoosh—"
In a deserted corner, Xiao He leaned on his knees, panting heavily.
Hearing footsteps around him, he nervously looked around first, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the risk had been eliminated.
Because his actions were so petty, the patrol officers nearby had already fixed their suspicious gazes on Xiao He.
Xiao He was completely unaware of this.
He crouched in the corner, observing the large crowd of fans surging ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ in another direction, and quickly took out his phone to call Liu Rulan.
"Hey? Where are you guys?"
Liu Rulan sat in the car, raised her hand to look at the time on her wrist, and then asked with some doubt.
"I'm being chased by a group of fans right now," Xiao He said in a low voice. "The main thing is, I don't think they're my fans."
A group of people were screaming, and the screams of several girls were particularly shrill and sharp. The names they were calling out were all mixed up by the screams. Xiao He wanted to try to figure out who they were calling for, but he was too afraid of the crowd that was suddenly charging at him, so he could only run away first.
After listening to Xiao He's explanation of the situation, Liu Rulan rubbed her forehead, feeling both amused and speechless: "Then why did you run? They weren't after you."
"Wow, how could I not run? They're charging straight at me!"
Xiao He was also very aggrieved, "Besides, Sister Liu, you know that I'm somewhat famous now. What if I'm exposed at the airport and cause an even bigger riot?"
He doesn't want to be blacklisted by the airport.
In this situation, there is no other way but to run.
If Xiao He had been even a step slower, these people would have already rushed up. With just him and Xiao Chen, would they have been able to get out of the airport smoothly today?
Last time at the US airport, Xiao He was almost "taken over" by enthusiastic foreign fans. This time, the number of fans was N times that of last time. Xiao He couldn't even imagine what would be taken away this time. Last time he only lost a neck pillow.
I took a look—
Liu Rulan paused for a moment, then said, "You were unlucky this time; you ran into other fans who came to pick you up at the airport."
"Ah? I knew it."
Xiao He breathed a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, thankfully, he said his fans weren't that crazy. The studio and the big fans have always been very strict in managing their staff. How could such a situation of fans rushing forward occur? It's simply outrageous.
"Jiang Chifei, their agency has a particularly serious problem with proxy photography, and their stalker fans are terrifying. You've had a completely new experience this time."
Liu Rulan smiled and comforted her from the other end.
"Thanks for the invitation." Xiao He rolled his eyes. "...It is indeed very serious, but they are completely uninvolved, aren't they?"
Xiao He had already been shocked by Su Shengxi's fans once before, and now he was shocked by Jiang Chifei's fans, which puzzled him greatly.
"Celebrities who started as idols are prone to this situation. After all, from a certain perspective, their success is all thanks to the money their fans spend. Fans are the big spenders, and no matter how much management they do, they don't dare to really suppress them on a large scale. They can only guide them indirectly."
"Besides, some people just enjoy seeing their fans fascinated and obsessed with them." Liu Rulan twitched the corner of her mouth. "It seems that this can highlight their personal charm and popularity."
Moreover, die-hard fans are more loyal and willing to spend money and effort; some companies even deliberately cultivate such fans.
"Heh, hehe."
Xiao He was speechless.
"By the way, where's Xiao Chen? Has he come looking for you?"
"Xiao Chen is missing too?"
Xiao He explained somewhat embarrassedly, "Well, he was responsible for covering the rear, so I ran ahead."
"...I'll call him. You need to come over right away. Keep a low profile and be careful."
"OK."
Xiao He didn't dare to linger there any longer and immediately started observing again after hanging up the phone.
Well, it's generally safe, that's fine.
"Hello, how can I help you?"
A patrolman stopped in front of Xiao He and asked him a question.
Although she was offering help out of kindness, she was actually keeping a wary eye on Xiao He.
Xiao He: ...
Xiao He was already very adept at pulling off his mask and introducing himself: "I'm not a bad person, I'm an actor, I'm hiding from fans. You can search my name, my name is Xiao He."
The patrol officer met Xiao He's gaze, suspiciously picked up his phone to check, and then easily found out Xiao He's identity.
"Were all those fans over there looking for you? Why didn't you arrange for people to set up beforehand? Why didn't you guide them to maintain order beforehand?"
He asked, somewhat displeased.
In fact, no airport staff member likes large-scale fan behavior. It not only seriously affects the daily order of the airport, but also causes many safety problems and brings a lot of trouble to people who are working normally.
Unfortunately, these fans don't even listen to what their idol says, let alone anyone else.
Even if the authorities stop it?
Ah, the love of fans can overcome any obstacle!
The patrolman's expression was quite unpleasant as he looked at Xiao He in front of him.
"It wasn't me, they mistook me for someone else."
Xiao He really didn't want to take the blame, nor did he want his fans to take the blame, so he explained his situation very seriously.
The patrolman looked at Xiao He suspiciously, but finally said, "Then you can go."
Let's leave quickly, lest we attract another group of people.
Xiao He didn't mind the patrol officers' suspicion and indifference, and calmly put his mask back on: "Okay, thank you for your hard work and for your concern."
Xiao He then quickly slipped away.
When Xiao He arrived at the parking spot where Liu Rulan was waiting, he saw Xiao Chen.
"Xiao Chen!"
He quickly waved, and the driver, Lao Qi, came over, took Xiao He's suitcase, and put it in the trunk.
"Brother Xiao, I'm so glad you're alright!"
When Xiao Chen saw Xiao He, her anxious expression relaxed a bit, and she breathed a sigh of relief: "I was so worried about you just now."
"I'm fine, I can run fast."
Xiao He looked Xiao Chen up and down: "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. They didn't even notice me. By the time I realized what was happening, they had already pushed me out," Xiao Chen said cheerfully.
Xiao He: As expected of the Emperor of Luck, is this even acceptable?
"Alright, get in the car first."
Liu Rulan, who was in the car, reminded him, "Although Jiang Chifei's fans may not be interested in you, the paparazzi mixed in with you might be. If they block us here again, this matter will be really difficult to resolve today."
After all, proxy photographers make money, and they would rather photograph Xiao He than Jiang Chifei.
Xiao He, a rising star with exceptional acting skills, rarely appears in public. His leaked photos are more valuable than those of Jiang Chifei, who frequently attends various events and makes public appearances.
Moreover, Xiao He has a lot of wealthy female fans—
Huang Meng squatted in the corner, holding up his camera to photograph Xiao He getting into the car, his eyes flashing with excitement.
"Hehe, you made me suffer a big loss last time, but this time I'm determined to make a fortune."
Huang Meng had already reviewed what happened last time. As long as he removed his SD card and didn't connect to any network, no matter how powerful Xiao He was, he couldn't delete the content he filmed remotely.
So Huang Meng had already planned that once he got exclusive behind-the-scenes photos, he would sell them offline, including the SD card.
Hmph, he refuses to believe they can pull any tricks offline—
Suddenly, his body was enveloped by a tall shadow.
Huang Meng: ...
Suddenly, a bad feeling arose—
He gripped the camera tightly, swallowed hard, and slowly turned around—only to see a burly man with a broken eyebrow on his face revealing his white teeth. With a gentle effort, the man's strong arm easily grabbed him by the back of his collar.
"Hey, wait a minute, brother, let's talk this over!"
Huang Meng was like a little chick, fluttering wildly in the air, pitiful and helpless, with no chance of escape whatsoever.
"Hey, put it down first, I can walk by myself—"
