Chapter 95: Concert Tickets
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The next day there was an early class.
Shen Qiao had already quit his gig at the factory, but since it was a day‑pay part‑time job, he could just walk out without any paperwork.
The four of them trudged from the dorm to the classroom together.
Everyone knows that the first lecture of the day leaves barely anyone fully awake, and most of the girls aren’t even wearing makeup.
Fortunately, there was only that one lecture in the morning—Prof. Li Ping’s specialized class.
Luo Ye stared intently at the PowerPoint on the screen. With the fairy senior’s tutoring, he had already mastered the material faster than the professor could cover it. He still stumbled on a few concepts, but he could recite almost every question. He’d turned hard sciences into a liberal‑arts mindset.
Halfway through, Wang Da Chui let out a sudden shout.
Prof. Li gave him a brief glance and said coolly, “No need to make a scene.”
Wang bowed his head, his face flushed with embarrassment.
Luo whispered, “What the heck are you yelling about, Chui?”
“Kid, massive news!”
Wang thrust his phone toward Luo, pointing at a message: “Top‑stream female star is back in the country.”
“Top‑stream female star?”
Luo glanced at the phone and saw the cover image of a woman whose beauty was on par with the fairy senior’s.
But the sight made his mouth twitch; a bad memory flashed through his mind.
“It’s Ai Wen Jun. She’s been overseas for the past two years, and rumors say she’ll return this winter. She’s holding her first concert back in Beijing tomorrow, and the tickets will sell out in seconds.”
Wang sighed. Even if he could snag a ticket, he didn’t have the cash. Ai Wen Jun is the hottest celebrity in all of Hua Guo right now—her posters plaster every subway car.
Seeing Luo’s odd expression, Wang asked, “What’s up with you, kid? You a fan too?”
“Uh… Yeah, I’m a fan,” Luo replied absent‑mindedly.
Ai Wen Jun is a terrifying figure, Luo thought. His aunt’s husband’s company works with all the big firms, sometimes even invests in small startups. One of those is Royal Dynasty eSports.
His cousin Gu Ming Xuan had suggested the investment, and the owner of Royal Dynasty, Ye Mingjie, was a close friend—highly capable and with huge potential, so his aunt’s husband signed on without hesitation.
When Gu introduced Luo to Ye, Luo learned that Ye’s wife was a famous actress—none other than today’s top‑stream diva, Ai Wen Jun. Luo couldn’t even look at her for a second; just being near her felt suffocating. Rumor had it that Ye and Ai have a daughter, a secret no one in Hua Guo even knows. No one knows Ai Wen Jun is already married. She’s coming back to announce the marriage, but she won’t reveal anything about her kid.
Wang’s phone scrolled with comments from frenzied fans; Luo imagined the pain if Ai announced she was married. Ai can only reveal the marriage; mentioning Ye would spice up the scandal, but Ye is just a small‑time gaming‑company boss. If fans learned their goddess wed a non‑celebrity, the backlash would be lethal.
Luo trusted his cousin’s eye for talent—Royal Dynasty would break the overseas monopoly on eSports and usher in a new era.
At that moment his phone buzzed:
Fairy senior: [animation emoji] (dead smile)
Luo typed back:
Little Baby: “What’s up, senior?”
Seeing the nickname “Little Baby” on the screen, Su Bai Zhu, who was lounging on her bed, blinked in surprise. She hadn’t noticed when her remark tag had changed. She glanced at the sleeping Qin Yu Wen beside her, instantly understanding everything. No one had ever pulled a stunt on her like this before.
She decided to get revenge on Qin. Su grabbed a watercolor marker from the desk and drew a pig’s head on Qin’s cheek, then nodded satisfied.
She looked back at her phone, kept the nickname, and continued:
Fairy senior: “Help me grab tickets for Ai Wen Jun’s concert tomorrow.”
Little Baby: “Huh? You’re a fan too?”
Fairy senior: “Yeah, you are?”
Little Baby: “Uh… yeah, that’s right.”
Luo exhaled. He hadn’t expected Ai Wen Jun to be that famous—if even the fairy senior was a fan. Since the senior wanted to see the show, Luo decided he’d also try to secure a ticket with Wang Da Chui tomorrow at noon. The concert would be in Beijing during the winter break, so the senior would definitely be there too. That gave Luo another solid reason to chase the tickets.
After class, Xu Xiao Jia slipped up next to Luo, eyes darting, and whispered, “Luo, I’m trying to snag two tickets for Ai Wen Jun’s concert. Can you help me out?”
Luo’s face stayed stone‑cold. “You want me to tell the coach, so he’ll come with you?”
“Exactly.”
Xu gave Luo a nod of approval.
Luo turned toward Li Hao Yang and muttered, “I’ll just tell the coach you like him, problem solved.”
“Whoa, hold up, don’t tell him,” Xu panicked, grabbing Luo’s shirt.
Luo turned back, “Just kidding.”
Xu: …
She felt Luo had become a little more scheming than before. Who taught him that?
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