Song Yan cooperatively signed another one on the back of the girl's dress. 

"Can I post photos on Weibo?" the girl asked. 

Song Yan thought for a while: "Can you hide the name of the school? Just say that you met me by chance on the street. I don't want to cause trouble to my friend."

"Okay, okay!" The two girls promised, gave Xia Lin a few peeks, and then left reluctantly. 

After the two girls left, Song Yan sat down next to Xia Lin, seemingly tired of playing. 

Xia Lin said: "What happened just now, are you planning to explain?"

Song Yan hurriedly said: "Don't get me wrong. I don't know them, but they know me!"

Xia Lin thought to himself, what I could misunderstand. I don't know what the situation is. 

"I think they asked you to sign and take a group photo. Are you famous?"

"Uh, this..." Song Yan looked a little embarrassed, "Don't laugh at me after." 

"Just say it."

"In fact, it's nothing. I just sing when I'm bored, record the PO on the Internet, and then there are some fans..." 

Xia Lin thought to himself, Song Yan sang really well and it's not surprising that fans would like his voice, but. . .

"You recorded the song with photos?" 

"No. After some time, someone said that I had a good voice. They asked me to record radio dramas. I took a few dramas and then there were more fans. Later on, someone organized a fan meeting. A lot of fans asked me to take photos and post the photos online. So my photos spread..."

Xia Lin curiously asked: "What radio drama did you record that made them so fascinated by you? They even organized a fan meeting specifically for you." 

Song Yan was a little embarrassed: "[What's Inside]. It's a Danmei radio drama. You may not be interested in it..."

Xia Lin suddenly looked embarrassed. 

In the last life, he knew that there was such a circle and he also listened to a few dramas under the recommendation of his friends. Some scales were quite big, but there were also some with a good reputation. 

He also recommended Song Yan to listen to them. It was just that Song Yan had an expression of disinterest at that time so he stopped mentioning it after recommending it twice.

Unexpectedly, in this life Song Yan voluntarily joined the ranks of the drama and became a well-known CV (Character Voice/Voice Actor). 

It seems that once Song Yan becomes empty and lonely without the nourishment of love, he will easily go to the internet to be a demon.

Xia Lin had a rare curiosity: "What is your ID for the drama? I will search for it when I look back." 

Song Yan didn't expect Xia Lin to be interested. He was happy and embarrassed in his heart and said in a low voice, "My ID is. . .Song Linfengyue."

(ID: 宋臨風月 His stage name is Song Lin. Fengyue=romance; beautiful scenery)

"Song what?" 

"Song Linfengyue." Song Yan's voice became smaller and smaller.

Xia Lin didn't know what expression to give and Song Yan's sudden fancy confession in the past two days made him a little unbearable.

Then Xia Lin directly searched Song Linfengyue's Weibo with his mobile phone. 

Before he finished spelling the four words, Song Yan suddenly remembered something and quickly pressed Xia Lin's hand and said, "Don't! Don't look at it!"

"Why?" 

"Don't look at it anyway!" Song Yan flushed with anxiety. 

Xia Lin felt that his reaction was suspicious so he narrowed his eyes and asked, "Why can't I look at it? Did you do something wrong to me?"

"No, no, no, anyway. Let me delete something first." 

"You must have done something shameful." 

Xia Lin avoided Song Yan's hand and continued to enter the ID. 

"Oh, I'll take it--!" 

Song Yan didn't dare to rob him of his phone so he could only take out his own mobile phone and plan to delete as many as he could.

"Don't delete it. I have already opened it." Xia Lin shook his phone towards him, "If you dare to delete one, I won't invite you to dinner at noon." 

Song Yan's eyes lit up: "Don't you have lunch at noon? What about during the night?" 

"Don't get into it!" 

Song Yan looked aggrieved: "I have already decided to take a one-day tour at University B. I have nowhere to eat at night regardless of the meal."

Xia Lin didn't bother to talk to him anymore.

He lowered his head and started to focus on Weibo. 

"Emma is ashamed play." 

(艾瑪簡直羞恥p|ay啊 Direct translation: Emma is ashamed p|ay. I'm not quite sure how to rephrase this part)

Song Yan didn't dare to look at Xia Lin's expression again and hung himself on the back of the chair like a sloth with a look of lovelessness.