Chapter 8 "Crazy Fan" Yun Er (Second Update Seeking Recommendation)

  Thank you for the reward from classmates ⊙ and Resplendence!

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  Not long after, Ha Ji-won indeed issued a statement clarifying that she and Ahn Joon-young were just friends, in a sibling-like relationship. However, this explanation failed to convince fans. What kind of friend sends you home at night? Moreover, judging from the photos where she looked tipsy, it's likely that she had been drinking at the time.

  The incident is still hot, portal websites and other onlookers are criticizing Ahn Jun-hee's qualifications, while Hwang Ji-yoon's fans are criticizing the scandal, vowing to take down Ahn Jun-hee, who they see as a toad trying to eat swan meat... In short, it has become a spectacle with many people calling for his head.

  As Ahn Jun-hee's agent, Kwon Bora also had a sleepless night. However, he didn't just sit around doing nothing. Shortly after Hwang Ji-hyun made her statement, he joined forces with the company to open Ahn Jun-hee's official website, which was still under construction, and started promoting it online.

  On the website, there is not much information about An Junhe, just some packaged interests and hobbies from the company, as well as clarifications on rumors and slanders, most importantly a few life photos he took for his personal website.

  He looks handsome and healthy in those photos, with a sunny image.

  "Drug addiction, drug addiction, your whole family is addicted to drugs! Our Junhe wouldn't be rushing to meet the filming schedule if one of his fingers wasn't more beautiful than all of you!" While pretending to be a water army, Quan Baogen posted An Junhe's photos and official website links on various forums, muttering crazily with a twisted expression.

  It's just that being like this doesn't have much effect, those people sarcastically say An Junhe looks haggard and like he's on drugs, it's just a malicious way of expressing themselves, even if it proves that he's actually very handsome, those people can still find other reasons, such as CG retouching, plastic surgery, old photos, pretty boy face, etc.

  Once something gets out of control on the internet, no one can do anything about it. Even if S.M. Entertainment, a giant in the industry, is backing you up, they still cannot reach into other fields and cover everything up. There's no one in this world who can cover the entire sky with just one hand.

  Quan Baogen is also clear about this point, otherwise the company would not agree to ignore online comments and focus on filming. The countermeasure is just that he is very annoyed by those people's slander, so he did these things to help Ahn Jun-hee save his image a bit. Otherwise, three people can make up a tiger, one thing said by many people, even if it's fake, will become true.

  It's also not right to say that his actions had no effect at all from this perspective.

  On September 26, Ahn Jun-hee, who had just finished filming his indoor scenes, walked out of the recording studio and saw Joo Ji-young running over with a laptop, excitedly shouting: "Jun-hee, Jun-hee, you have a fan club now!"

  "What?" An Junhe looked at her in confusion.

  "Fan club! You have fans now!" She screamed, unclear if she thought she had fans herself.

  "Look, this small community I stumbled upon online today, they're all circulating your photos and explaining to people who think you really take K that it's just for a movie role... Haha, you've made it big, kiddo!"

  Xu Zhiying smiled and said with a smile.

  At this time, An Junhe was no longer paying attention to what she was saying. He stared at the screen in front of him, where a browser had opened a very simple small community. The source code template was probably taken directly from an open-source website, with not many functions, but decorated with care. The domain name was the Romanization of his name, and the background picture was a cartoon hand-painted reference to one of his life photos. The painting skills were quite good, and above the painting were written three crooked Chinese characters "An Junhe", which were surrounded by a green vine frame, with two simple wind chimes painted on either side.

  There were still very few people in the forum. He took a look at the number of registered users, only over 40 people, with IDs that had a strong feminine style, probably all girls.

  The layout is simple, with only three sections: a chat section, a dynamic section and a picture section. The dynamic section has only one post linking to his official website, while the picture section contains just a few photos taken from the official website. The most posts are in the chat section, where the administrator who created this website posted mobilization posts calling on fans to help forward An Junhe's official website messages, and below that are responses from registered fans, but only over ten replies.

  Everything was simple and plain, if it were on another artist, maybe they wouldn't even give it a glance, but at this moment, An Junhe looked at it, his heart suddenly felt a pang of tightness and sourness.

  It's hard to describe the feeling at this moment, when everywhere else, most people are blindly attacking you, and suddenly you find that there is still a small place here that is not affected by the storm, the warmth and comfort that comes with it, even if he has a tough personality, can't help but be moved.

  "Hey Junhe, register an ID and say hello to them!"

  Seeing him dazed, Xu Zhiying nudged him with her shoulder and urged.

  An Junhe came back to his senses, grasping the mouse tightly in his hand, motionless for a long time.

  "What's wrong?" Xu Zhiying asked strangely.

  "None..." He took a deep breath, calmed down his turbulent emotions, opened the registration page and registered an account with his own name. No one grabbed it, succeeded at once.

  Entered the leisure board, ready to post a topic, but hands placed on the keyboard for a while, didn't tap down a character.

  "Uh...... what do I say?" He asked Xu Zhiying somewhat dazedly, in this aspect he really didn't have any experience, perhaps it was the new person's special mentality, at this moment he actually became hesitant and fearful, afraid that if he used the wrong words, he would hurt these fans' hearts.

  Xu Zhiying rolled her eyes, "Whatever, just say hello and send a selfie, it's not like you're writing a thesis!"

  "Is that it?"

  As she said, An Junhe half-believed and simply wrote a few sentences "Hello everyone, I am An Junhe" and took a selfie with his mobile phone holding a laptop showing the community page, then uploaded it and posted.

  He saw him upload it, Xu Zhiying quickly shut down the computer and pulled An Junhe: "Let's go, let's go, to celebrate the birth of your first fan club, you must treat us!"

  "...and let me invite..."

  "Who made you so arrogant? Stop talking nonsense and leave quickly!"

  ……

  In Yongtengpu District, in a mid-range residential area with a rather beautiful geographical environment, there was a small room filled with pink fantasies of girls. A girl sat in front of the computer desk, stretched her waist heavily, and on the mouse pad beside her hand, a cup of milk tea was still emitting wisps of steam. She picked it up and took a sip, then let out a long sigh.

  "I'm so tired!"

  The girl rubbed her neck, complaining that she had been struggling online for several hours, repeatedly copying and pasting the dry text. Even if she were an adult, let alone a 15-year-old, she would be tired to the point of having a sore back and being fed up.

  "Hmph, next time I see him, I'll definitely make him pay dearly!" She puffed up her eyes, thinking viciously, and then let out a sly "heh heh" giggle like a little boy.

  At this time, the tightly closed door was knocked on, and a young female voice outside shouted: "Yun'er, come out to eat!"

  "Got it!" Yun'er replied, then opened the small community she had created herself, habitually refreshed it once, and was about to get up, but at this moment, her eyes scanned the screen, and her already big and clear eyes widened even more.

  "Who's the idiot who dared to grab this ID? I intentionally didn't register it, and you actually had the nerve to take it. Are you tired of living?! Hmph, watch me delete you!"

  The girl muttered to herself, clicked into the post, and was about to enter the management interface to delete this ID. However, a few lines of greetings in the post, as well as a selfie with not-so-high resolution, stopped her from taking action.

  Hello everyone, I am An Junhe, thank you so much for your support at this time!

  The background painting is great, I like it so much, here's a selfie for you!

  Looking at those two lines of words and that selfie, the girl slowly opened her mouth wide, "No way, is it really Jun-hyuk oppa?"

  This sudden discovery left her somewhat at a loss, she created this community, initially just out of indignation, under the idea of "you don't understand him, why are you talking about him like that", impulsively bought a domain name and space, created it, then collected some content from his newly opened official website, forwarded and mobilized everywhere, unexpectedly, in just two days, she actually attracted dozens of fans to take action with her.

  The sense of accomplishment from being recognized for her efforts drove her to delve deeper, but from start to finish, she never thought Ahn Jun-hee would find out about this place because it was just too small and shabby, and their powers were truly too weak compared to the entire network.

  Staring blankly at the lonely post, no one had replied yet. After her initial shock, Yoon-ah took a closer look at Ahn Jun-hee in the photo. His stubble and haggard face, even with low resolution, clearly showed his dark eye circles. Her heart skipped a beat, and her nose slightly stung.

  Although she had seen this decadent look when he went to the company to give them gifts last time, and there were photos of him with this look all over the internet two days ago, perhaps due to a different mood, seeing him again at this moment suddenly gave her an urge to cry. But where did this urge come from? She couldn't say clearly either. Maybe... it was like the feeling of fans pitying their beloved idol?

  She rubbed her slightly puffy eyes and sniffled, "Have I really become a fan of Ge?" She felt a bit embarrassed in her heart.

  Refresh again, someone replied to the post, a female member with a big head sticker as her avatar, looking quite pretty: "Is it really Jun-hyuk oppa? Your spirit is really poor, you need to rest more and don't overwork yourself~"

  "Ah!" Yun'er puffed up her cheeks, staring at the ID: "Actually snatched away my first reply, bad woman!" The mouse moved, wanting to delete her, but after thinking about it, she felt that doing so might drive away this hard-won fan, and only then did she reluctantly give up.

  "Hmph, spare your life this time!"

  The girl unwillingly muttered a sentence, hastily replied with a concerned message, and started frantically refreshing, thinking that Junhe might still be in front of the computer and would respond after seeing her reply.

  So nervous and excited, just like a fan!

  Unfortunately, heaven did not respond to her expectations, and until she was pulled out to eat by her impatient sister, there was no response from Ahn Jun-hee.

  "Despicable Jun-hee oppa!" The girl muttered to herself as she shoveled down her rice, but when she rushed back to her room after dinner and refreshed the post-it note again, that small resentment vanished instantly.

  Thanks for your concern, I'm having dinner now, the dishes are very rich, and my wallet is thinner again...

  Here is a selfie of him at the dinner table, with two women and one man smiling at the camera.

  "Hurray!"

  Upon seeing this reply, Yuan excitedly let out a loud cry, and then as if her entire body was filled with strength, she quickly replied with another sentence while bringing up many forum pages to continue her frantic copying and pasting.

  The daylight gradually dimmed, the small room was not lit, only the computer screen glowed faintly, illuminating a small area. In that faint light, the girl bowed her head and operated, occasionally with the sound of keyboard typing, accompanied by the girl's occasional low chuckles and murmurs to herself:

  "I'll let you delete... I'll let you delete... I'll let you delete... Hehehehe..."

  Frenzied and bizarre...