Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 806 - 357 everything is the best arrangement
The meet-and-greet location was at a theater in Jingzhou.
The security checks at the event were very strict—each attendee had their identity verified individually to prevent impostors. Officials confirmed their identities and attendees were required to provide the QR code issued in advance.
After passing the verification process, fans were handed wristbands with unique codes, which were mandatory for entry.
"My code is 18. The number 8 just happens to be my lucky number."
Yan Lu glanced at Shen You’an’s wristband. "You’re 19. 19 is Rong Xianning’s birthday!"
Shen You’an handed hers to Yan Lu. "If you like it, let’s swap ours."
Yan Lu shook her head. "I’m already lucky enough. I want to pass my luck onto you. Besides—"
Yan Lu hooked her arm around Shen You’an’s and said with a cheerful smile, "My life motto is: Whatever the heavens give is the best arrangement. Just take what comes."
After they entered the venue and found their seats, they discovered they were seated in the third row—not bad at all.
Within half an hour, more fans trickled in; the audience soon filled up completely, turning into a wave of heads. Each young face practically radiated excitement and eagerness.
Yan Lu scanned the crowd and took note of the gender ratio, which seemed to be about two guys for every eight girls. This indicated that Rong Xianning actually had quite a few male fans.
On Shen You’an’s right-hand side, a girl suddenly grabbed Shen You’an’s hand. Realizing her mistake, the girl apologized immediately.
"Sorry, sorry! I got too carried away."
The girl seemed so thrilled she couldn’t keep her composure.
Shen You’an responded warmly, "It’s okay."
Seeing Shen You’an wearing a hat and mask and clad fully in mysterious black yet speaking in such a kind tone, the girl couldn’t help trying to get closer to her. "Are you one of the lucky fans too? I have to tell you, when I heard I won, I was so excited I didn’t sleep for three days! You have no idea—up till now, I’ve never won anything, not even a free drink at the bottom of a bottle cap. Who would’ve thought the goddess of luck would bless me this time?"
The more she spoke, the more animated she became, her face flushing bright red.
"Oh, by the way, what’s your Weibo username? Let’s follow each other and team up on missions later. I’ve joined several fan groups, and they post first-hand news fastest! I can pull you in too."
Yan Lu grinned mischievously and leaned closer. "Follow me instead! We can play together."
The girl looked at Shen You’an hesitantly.
Yan Lu laughed and said, "My friend’s a little shy; hope you understand."
The girl smiled knowingly. "Alright, I’ll add you then."
The two exchanged Weibo usernames, and the girl exclaimed in surprise, "You’re ’Lemon Ximi’? I’ve heard so much about you. It’s so amazing to meet you in person!"
Yan Lu froze for a moment. "Am I that famous?"
"Of course! You’re well-known in the fan circle—a combination of wealth and free time, and turns out you’re a beauty too in real life."
Yan Lu glanced at the girl’s Weibo ID. "You’re Qingqing Riverside Grass, the one with 400,000 followers? I should be the one saying I’ve heard so much about you."
Qingqing Riverside Grass was one of Rong Xianning’s most influential top fans.
Rong Xianning had skyrocketed to fame over the past six months, stabilizing and organizing his fan base. None of this would’ve been possible without the dedication of a group of die-hard fans like her. Among them, the most influential was the user named "Send Rong Xianning Debuting Full Speed Ahead," affectionately nicknamed Chongchong by the fandom. The Wen Yan incident had cemented Chongchong’s reputation in fan circles, attracting a large base of followers. Though Chongchong seldom appeared online, her influence remained unmatched due to her unparalleled skills. Whenever she did show up, it was to fiercely defend Rong Xianning, sparing him countless troubles. At one point, some external parties even speculated that Chongchong was an undercover employee at Eternal Century—but there was never any concrete evidence.
Chongchong had already gained over a million followers. Qingqing, who had been a mere rookie back then, had been guided under Chongchong’s wing. It was fair to say Chongchong had personally trained Qingqing into becoming who she was now.
"Let’s properly introduce ourselves now. My name’s Shi Qingqing, but I’m Qingqing Riverside Grass."
Yan Lu extended her hand for a shake, her smile wide and bright. "Yan Lu, Lemon Ximi."
"Oh, by the way—" Yan Lu suddenly leaned closer. "Do you know Chongchong? Is she coming today?"
To say that Chongchong was mysterious and enticing was an understatement.
Shi Qingqing shook her head. "Sis Chongchong hasn’t been online much lately. I sent her a private message last month, but she still hasn’t responded. She must be really busy nowadays."
"Sis Chongchong? Have you seen her in real life?"
"Not yet, but judging by her past patterns, she usually logs on during weekends or holidays. So I’m guessing she’s either a high school or college student. Her schoolwork must be heavy."
With Shen You’an seated between them, the two leaned over her lap, whispering conspiratorially about Chongchong...
Shen You’an lightly cleared her throat.
Yan Lu was deep in thought when she raised her lingering doubts: "How can you be so sure she’s a girl though? Based on her methods and writing style, she seems more like a tech-savvy guy."
"Could that really be true?" Shi Qingqing questioned herself uncertainly.
From above came Shen You’an’s voice: "Why don’t we switch seats? You two take your time chatting."
Yan Lu straightened back up with a grin. "We’re done talking."
Shi Qingqing glanced around, then leaned in again with a secretive air. "Listen, I’ve got a little scoop for you guys. Tonight at the birthday event, Rong Xianning is going to draw one lucky fan for a private dinner. This info came from a top fan with company connections. They didn’t announce it beforehand because they want it to be a surprise. Isn’t that crazy?"
Yan Lu frowned deeply. "A private dinner with a lucky fan? What kind of moronic scheme is that? That old hag Ding Meng, what on earth is she trying to pull?"
For fans, this might be a thrilling surprise or stroke of luck—but from the perspective of Rong Xianning’s career, he was still a minor. Such stunts were reckless and offered no benefit.
It was undoubtedly another ludicrous idea cooked up by Ding Meng, who seemed obsessed with exploiting Rong Xianning’s fame. It was infuriating.
The fandom agreed on one thing—whenever something shady surrounded Rong Xianning, cursing Ding Meng was the safest bet.
Shi Qingqing failed to grasp Yan Lu’s point. "Isn’t it good though? What if you or I got chosen? Having the chance to dine with your idol—I can’t even dream of something like that!"
Due to Yan Lu’s family upbringing and education, her perspective and vision were far from ordinary. She saw the potential risks this stunt posed to Rong Xianning and recognized the capitalist’s exploitative intentions to capitalize on his popularity and influence. It was sheer value extraction.
Almost before Yan Lu could stew in her rage anymore, the birthday event was about to start. The host walked out to hype up the crowd.
The audience started singing the birthday song in unison, and the atmosphere became both warm and lively.
Amid the singing, the venue’s lights suddenly went out, immersing them in darkness. A single spotlight illuminated the audience.
Everyone’s attention immediately turned toward the light’s direction.
In the last row of the audience sat a teenage boy, bathed in the spotlight. The radiance made him seem almost divine.
The moment his features became visible, the entire room erupted in piercing screams that nearly tore the theater’s roof apart.
The boy held the microphone and began singing the first line with a gentle, pure voice.
His heavenly voice wrapped itself around everyone’s ears, providing what felt like a baptism for their souls.
The audience fell silent, collectively gazing at the spotlight as though worshiping their faith.
The boy stood up, singing as he descended from the back, his melodies ethereal—like moonlight’s tender caress—drawing everyone into the world he crafted with his voice.
