Song Yan cooperated and signed another one on the back of the girl's clothes, and finally took a picture with the two of them.

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

Song Yan thought for a while: "Can you hide the name of the school? Let's just say that you met by chance on the street—one—I don't want to cause trouble to my friends."

"Okay, okay!" The two girls complied with their promises, peeked at Xia Lin again, and then left reluctantly.

After the two girls walked away, Song Yan sat down next to Xia Lin, and seemed to finally be tired of playing.

Xia Lin said: "What happened just now, are you not going to explain it?"

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

Xia Lin thought to himself that I could have misunderstood something, and I didn't know anything about it.

"I see that they asked you for an autograph and a group photo. Are you famous?"

"Uh, this..." Song Yan looked a little embarrassed, "Don't laugh at me when you say it."

"you say."

"Actually it's nothing, just sing and sing when I'm bored, record it and post it on the Internet, and then I have some fans..."

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

"Are you recording the song with photos?"

"No, someone said that I had a good voice and asked me to record a radio drama. I picked up a few dramas, and the fans became more and more, and then someone organized a fan meeting. Many fans asked me to take a photo, and then posted the photo on the Internet, So my photo went viral..."

Xia Lin asked curiously, "What radio drama did you record to make them so fascinated by you, and even organize a fan meeting for you?"

Song Yan was a little embarrassed: "Just what, ** radio drama, you may not be interested..."

Xia Lin suddenly looked embarrassed.

In his last life, he knew that there was such a circle, and he had listened to several dramas on the recommendation of his friends. Some of them were quite big, but some were well-received. He also recommended them to Song Yan. It's just that Song Yan had an expression of lack of interest at that time, and after he recommended it twice, he didn't mention it again.

Unexpectedly, Song Yan would voluntarily join the ranks of supporting dramas in this life, and became a famous CV. It seems that Song Yan, who is deprived of love, becomes empty and lonely, and it is easy to go to the Internet to act as a demon.

Xia Lin had a rare curiosity: "What's the ID of your supporting drama, I'll search it when I look back."

Song Yan didn't expect Xia Lin to be interested. She was happy and a little embarrassed, and said in a low voice, "My ID is... Song Lin Fengyue."

"Song what?"

"Song Lin Fengyue." Song Yan's voice became smaller and smaller, "Xia Lin's Lin."

Xia Lin didn't know what to express, and Song Yan's sudden and fancy confession made him a little unbearable.

Then Xia Lin took her mobile phone and directly searched Song Linfengyue's Weibo.

Before he could finish spelling the four words, Song Yan suddenly remembered something, and quickly held down Xia Lin's hand and said, "Don't, don't, don't look!"

"why?"

"Anyway, don't look at it yet!" Song Yan's face flushed with anxiety.

Xia Lin felt that his reaction was suspicious, narrowed his eyes and asked, "Why can't you see it? Did you do something to hurt me?"

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

"You must have done something shameful." Xia Lin avoided Song Yan's hand and continued to enter his ID.

"Ouch, I'm going to—!" Song Yan didn't dare to forcefully grab it from him, so he could only take out his mobile phone and plan to delete as many as he could.

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

Song Yan's eyes lit up: "Do you manage meals at noon? What about at night?"

"Don't get too far!"

Song Yan looked aggrieved: "I have already decided to go on a day trip in B University, and I have nowhere to eat at night."

Xia Lin didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore, so he lowered his head and started to focus on his Weibo.

"Emma is ashamed p|ay." 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 unlovable expression on his face.