He Dumped Me, I Chose His Senior

Chapter 4

A week later, Eli trended again.

#EliRhodesandIrisHawthorne

#EliRhodesIrisHawthorneCarKiss

The accompanying picture was a grainy photo. Even so, one could clearly make out Eli holding a petite, elegant girl in his arms in an underground parking garage. Eli was kissing her, and she looked up at him with a shy blush. The dress the girl wore was the exact same one Iris Hawthorne had worn on the red carpet earlier that day.

The attractive pair immediately drew in a massive wave of shippers. Shortly after, Eli posted a tweet.

Eli: Meet my girl.

Followers and passersby flooded the comments with congratulations.

I couldn't bear to look any longer and closed the app.

My phone vibrated. A user named Q had sent me a message.

Q: I want to hear you sing.

I froze for a moment.

A few years ago, I'd covered a few songs on t****k. It started as a casual experiment where I posted acapella clips without showing my face. To my surprise, the videos went viral, and I quickly amassed three million followers.

But once Eli found out, he insisted that I should only sing for him. So, I stopped posting.

Q was one of my earliest and most loyal fans. We'd added each other on chat, though he always seemed quite aloof. He rarely initiated conversations and seldom replied. I ended up treating him like a personal diary, messaging him whenever I felt sad or bored, using him as a quiet sounding board.

I opened t****k and logged into my account. Checking my follower count, I noticed it had dropped to two million due to my long hiatus.

I lost myself in thought for a moment. Then I opened my phone's voice recorder, sang an acapella cover of Nothing to You, and uploaded it to the platform.

Twenty minutes later, my phone vibrated relentlessly. I was stunned to see my inbox flooded with ninety-nine-plus notifications.

In just a brief moment, the video had already surpassed twenty thousand likes.