Wen Nanyin was curious about university life, so he asked Mu Wenxi how she was doing: "How have you been lately?"

Mu Wenxi recounted everything that happened in college: "Aside from studying, college is pretty good. It's not much easier than high school, but there are many interesting things to try and more friends to make. I recently joined a professor's project. What about you?"

Wen Nanyin enthusiastically introduced the script to her: "I have taken on four scripts. Although I play supporting roles in all of them, each supporting role has a different character."

Mu Wenxi: "How exactly do you mean it?"

Wen Nanyin: "One is a somewhat spoiled young master in the Republican era, one is a gentle academic genius in a youth campus, one is a rebellious child who quarrels with his parents, and the other is a talented young man with hidden talents."

Mu Wenxi: "That sounds interesting, that's great. It's all about accumulation, so enjoy the experience. Have you encountered any difficulties?"

Wen Nanyin: "Yes, sometimes I do, and I can't quite portray the character, but the director and the teachers in the crew are very nice and will guide me."

Wen Nanyin's eyes sparkled as he spoke eloquently into the phone.

Mu Wenxi sensed his tone and emotions: "It seems you really enjoy acting."

Wen Nanyin: "Yeah, I like it."

He wanted to convey to Mu Wenxi his previous feelings, including the novelty, fun, and various indescribable emotions he experienced while acting.

Mu Wenxi was moved and happy for him; the boy seemed to have found his goal and direction.

After the start of the school year, Wen's mother registered Wen Nanyin, who was still on set. As soon as Wen Nanyin finished his work, he returned to school. Occasionally, when he looked at the teacher's writing on the blackboard, he would find that he had fallen behind again. At this time, he would feel anxious. His pressure was much greater than that of Mu Wenxi.

Mu Wenxi sighed. Nan Yin's life wasn't easy. She only had to deal with the academic pressure at school, but Nan Yin's task now went beyond just studying.

The previous exposure increased Nan Yin's popularity. In order to maintain his popularity, Wen Nan Yin must maintain the frequency of his appearances in front of the public. This means that he has to participate in more activities, release his own new songs, take leave to film on set, and also take care of his studies.

Every morning when Wen Nanyin got up, he was still sleepy and couldn't open his eyes at all. When his mother called him, he would say, "Sleep for five more minutes, sleep for five more minutes." Five minutes later, he would sleep for another five minutes. Sometimes Wen Nanyin even wished he could just sleep until he died. The lack of sleep every day made Wen Nanyin feel listless, and occasionally his mood would become very bad.

When Mu Wenxi was helping Wen Nanyin solve problems at night, he would always be the first to notice his emotions and try to cheer him up.

She would share her daily life, telling Wen Nanyin that she had a kitten and sending him cute pictures of the kitten, which instantly made Wen Nanyin feel full of energy again.

His fan base has grown from a few hundred thousand scattered on Weibo at the beginning to one or two million now.

He regularly shares his recent updates online, posts about his studies on Weibo, updates his mood on Weibo, and tells his fans about his upcoming schedule.

Ping said that interaction is a very important part, but Wen Nanyin said, "I want to get closer to them. Actually, I'm no different from them."

Although Mu Wenxi and Wen Nanyin live in the same city, they see each other much less often. Since Wen Nanyin gained more fans, they no longer live in their old house. Sister Ping moved Nanyin to a safer neighborhood to prevent sasaeng fans from disturbing them by taking photos.

Mu Wenxi silently followed his Weibo account and left comments under Wen Nanyin's posts, acting as a dutiful little fan.

During the National Day holiday in October, Wen Nanyin spent every day in the recording studio and recorded his second new song. The recording engineer praised him highly, and Sister Ping also brought good news.

Ping: "There will be a new song release conference soon. This will be your first official meeting with fans and reporters. Are you ready?"

Early in the morning, Wen Nanyin was sent to get his makeup and styling done. In the afternoon, he and his staff went to the scene. However, no one expected there to be so many fans. It was difficult to drive the car, and security guards had to be brought in to maintain order. When the car arrived at the hotel entrance, all the fans suddenly screamed enthusiastically.

Wen Nanyin's eyes widened: "So many people?"

Pingjie: "You'll get used to it."

Through the car window, he saw so many people welcoming his arrival. This was the first time Wen Nanyin felt the significance of being an artist to him, with so many people watching him and giving him strength and support.

Wen Nanyin got out of the car and quickly walked into the hotel. Despite the security guards blocking him, fans kept pushing their way in, accompanied by loud shouts.

"Wen Nanyin, we love you."

"Go Wen Nanyin!"

"Ahhhhh... Nan Yin"

Wen Nanyin walked onto the stage and was deeply moved by the group of older brothers and sisters sitting below. He made a "shh" gesture, and the fans gradually quieted down, seemingly wanting to hear Wen Nanyin speak.

Wen Nanyin raised the microphone and walked to the spot closest to them: "Thank you all, thank you to all the older sisters, older brothers, uncles, aunts, and little brothers and sisters present. Thank you for your support and for coming from so far away."

Applause rang out from below the stage. They held up tall support signs and even had their own slogans. Wen Nanyin felt a little dazed, as if she could see herself as a tiny person from that year, traveling alone by plane and train to class, shedding tears and sweat along the way. All of this had a deeper meaning today.

Wen Nanyin turned around and instructed his assistant to prepare some drinks. All the fans present were given milk tea, and there were various flavors and brands, both hot and iced, which was very thoughtful.

"Waaaaah, my little brother is so sweet, he even prepared hot milk tea."

"How thoughtful, there are several brands available."

He sat at the front table and signed autographs for every fan, carefully reminding those around him to be careful. His gentleness touched the hearts of his fans.

"Don't crowd, be careful not to get hurt."

In a small corner, Mu Wenxi, wearing a mask, gradually walked into the crowd and hid among the fans. Looking at the long line of fans, she was genuinely happy for her good friend. It had really not been easy for him to get to where he is today.

Seeing that Mu Wenxi's hands were empty, an older woman next to her specially gave her a piece of merchandise: "Are you also a fan of Wen Nanyin?"

Mu Wenxi smiled sweetly and said, "I guess so."

Sister: "You're still in school, right? You look so young. It must be hard for you to come all this way."