Just then, her phone rang. She composed herself and opened the message, only to find it was from [.h].
A photo of a little black cat.
[.h: I've decided on a name for him.]
【Xian Shi Kan Hua: What?】
【.h：南南】
Nan Xian asked, puzzled: "Why? Is there some hidden meaning?"
[.h: The person I like has the surname Nan.]
“Wow, what a coincidence…” Nan Xian was about to reply when the other party sent another message.
[H: Her name is Nan Xian.]
When Nan Xian saw her name unexpectedly, she almost dropped her phone.
She was stunned for a long time, unable to think of how to answer. Words like "sasaeng fan" and "stalking" quickly flashed through her mind.
[.h] sent a screenshot of her lock screen wallpaper, a photo taken by a passerby on the day she dyed her hair red.
[.h: I'm a fan of Nan Xian.]
Nan Xian snapped back to her senses, and her heart, which had been pounding, slowly calmed down.
It turns out they were my fans! What a coincidence, I accidentally added one of my own fans...
[Xian Shi Kan Hua: Hahaha, really? What do you like about her?]
The other party typed for a long time, and Nan Xian held her phone expectantly.
A large number of dialog boxes popped up.
[.h: Kind, intelligent, beautiful, dedicated, good actress, sincere...]
A barrage of flattering compliments followed, making Nan Xian increasingly embarrassed. She lay on the bed, covering her face and stifling a laugh. Calming her rambling thoughts, she typed a message to him:
"You know her so well, you must have liked her for a long time, right?"
【.h: Yeah, a debut fan.】
Then she posted a few posters commemorating her debut work.
It's been more than three years... Nan Xian couldn't help but click her tongue twice, feeling somewhat moved.
[.h: By the way, what do you do for a living?]
She paused, her fingers tracing patterns on the keyboard, when suddenly an idea struck her.
[Xian Shi Kan Hua: What a coincidence, I even know your idol!]
【.h: Oh?】
[Xian Shi Kan Hua: Nan Xian is currently filming a reality show, and I'm the program planner]
After replying, her face flushed slightly, but she still forced herself to say:
[Xian Shi Kan Hua: I can get you her autograph, do you want it?]
He Mingxiao, who was on the other end of the phone, leaned back leisurely on the sofa. When he saw the message, he chuckled softly.
【.h: Of course!】
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