This Star Only Wants More Money - Chapter 38

Translator: Diviner

When Xu Feng opened his Weibo, he didn’t immediately find any information about the film crew. Instead, he noticed several familiar keywords trending on the hot search.

#Turned the Campus Party into His Own Concert

#Xu Feng, You Owe Me My Tears

#Check Xu Feng’s Mental State

#Xu Feng’s Masterpiece

Xu Feng was a bit surprised.

The party had just ended; how did these topics already make it to the hot search?

Is my popularity really that high? Even the biggest stars don’t get this kind of attention, right?

But after thinking about it for a moment, Xu Feng quickly understood—it wasn’t that he had reached the status of a top-tier celebrity; rather, many people who weren’t his fans were simply drawn to the spectacle and drama.

The stage at the main platform wasn’t low, and jumping off and running away in front of a crowd was indeed a rare sight.

Moreover, quite a few people who were starved for content, as well as media outlets noticing that Xu Feng didn’t have an agency, were also keeping an eye on this campus event.

Since he was stuck in traffic anyway, Xu Feng stopped looking for information about the production crew and clicked on a trending topic related to himself. He wanted to see how the discussion had been spreading online and was curious about how his recent performance was perceived by others.

For most people, when their work and personal popularity explode, they would either hurry to sign commercial deals to cash in or quickly promote themselves through albums and media appearances.

At the very least, they would actively engage with their original fan base.

Even if they were at their lowest point, they would do a live stream or sell merchandise.

But Xu Feng did absolutely nothing, which left his fans torn between urgency and hysteria. He wondered how others would evaluate him. Even if he didn’t care, it was still good to understand the situation.

Fortunately, he had no agent or agency, or he could easily imagine how furious they would be.

To be pressured by bosses in his previous life and then by agents and agencies after transmigrating—wouldn’t that mean transmigrating for nothing?

Xu Feng casually clicked on a post with a high amount of engagement. Suddenly, he could somewhat empathize with Lin Shenghuan’s love for gossip—sometimes, it was pretty entertaining to watch people gossip about you.

This post was updated in real-time, with four or five updates from the start of the party to the end. It included several pictures and even a minute-long video, capturing the whole emotional rollercoaster of the poster at the event.

“Hey everyone, I’m already at the Luohe University party. Look at this atmosphere, look at these light signs! You’d think it’s a Xu Feng concert! Being young is great…”

“The choir performance wasn’t bad, just average; it was mainly about the vibe.”

“Pfft! What the heck was that from the Civil Engineering Institute? Hahaha! They were off-key for half the song and didn’t realize until the chorus! Hahaha! This is more entertaining than a concert!”

“…”

“Wow! Is Luohe University’s Art Department always this impressive? Their level is very high; will Xu Feng struggle in his finale? These juniors and sisters are so easy on the eyes; it’s worthy of being an elite Art Department…”

“Holy crap! Xu Feng is singing a new song! Holy crap, holy crap! The handsome guy, with a husky voice, playing the guitar, singing, ‘I once dreamed of roaming the world with my sword’—can you feel that? Is this really a free public performance? Tickets for this should be worth four figures!”

“I feel bad for those Xu Feng fans who got the wrong light signs, but never mind, I now declare myself a die-hard Xu Feng fan! Wow, you guys can’t feel the vibe if you’re not here…”

“Whenever I feel sad, I just look at the sea, boohoo, it sounds so good! So good, I’m almost crying!”

“Bro?! You just jumped off and ran away? Ran away? The atmosphere you worked so hard to create… Xu Feng, you bastard, you owe me my tears! I’m really convinced, you sly old fox!”

Underneath this continuously updated post, the comments were probably blowing up—Xu Feng could already imagine.

Almost everyone saw Xu Feng jump off the stage and run away in front of everyone, disappearing quickly, leaving behind a crowd whose emotions had been perfectly primed, just on the verge of tears, but now they didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, and could only look at each other in bewilderment.

Compared to the previously full-on atmosphere, this scene clearly resonated more with the online community.

Xu Feng finished reading the post and scrolled down to the comment section.

“Hahaha! Damn, Xu Feng, you’re a genius! So talented!”

“Did you just complete the task given by your alma mater? Why are you running so fast? At least use the stairs! Look at your formality; you’ve turned a perfectly good singer into a parkour master!”

“The poster just pitied Xu Feng’s fans and then turned into a clown himself. Couldn’t hold it together.”

“Look at the hostess, she’s stunned.”

“Can someone from the psychology department analyze why Xu Feng did this? I really want to know what state Xu Feng is in.”

“You think this is something? Look at this masterpiece. [Image] This photo is titled ‘Xu Feng Hailing a Cab.’”

Xu Feng glanced at the photo. It seemed like an ordinary picture from the award ceremony after the party. Because Xu Feng had run off, the representatives from the Mechanical Engineering Department had to accept the award on his behalf.

The title and content of this photo caught the attention of many netizens.

“What are they doing?”

The person who posted the photo replied, “The award ceremony for first place at the party.”

“Who won?”

“The Mechanical Engineering Institute.”

“Uh, so where’s Xu Feng?”

“Xu Feng is hailing a cab.”

“Hahaha! Dude, you’re too cruel! @Xu Feng, don’t read the bad comments, sweetheart.”

“Damn, Xu Feng is hailing a cab, you’re trying to make me laugh to death.”

“I’m actually interested in this guy now… As a working stiff, I kind of get his worker mentality. I’m following his account now; when he releases an album, I’ll buy one to support!”

“Well, you might be waiting a while. He doesn’t have a company or a team; who knows when the official album will come out.”

“Let’s not talk about that. Xu Feng doesn’t even have anything for his fans to pay for…”

These comments were clearly not from haters; they were just some light teasing!

If they wanted me to release something, they could place an order. It’s not like I don’t want to; there’s just no business coming in!

Do you think I enjoy jumping off the stage like that? It’s not like the contract included a post-performance interview. What if I messed up during the interview?

After all, once his temporary ability was taken back, Xu Feng had almost failed to tell if Cheng Luan’s gift was a guitar or a bass.

Xu Feng squinted his eyes, quickly browsing through these comments. Combining Cheng Luan’s attitude towards him, he concluded—his fans were surprisingly tolerant of his strange behavior.

There were complaints, but they were mostly lighthearted; there wasn’t much real malice.

“A hard punch once prevents a hundred punches later.” Xu Feng glanced at the gradually thinning traffic outside and chuckled, “After I completely embarrassed the Tomorrow’s God of Song show, all those criticizing voices almost vanished.”

Even without Xu Feng doing anything, netizens proactively turned on those paid commenters and bloggers.

If Ding Henrun hadn’t been Xu Feng, if he had lost that day’s PK, he might have been the one getting roasted now…

You have to be strong; keep taking jobs and improving your skills. Don’t waste your limited energy and time on unrelated things.

Ten minutes later, Xu Feng put his guitar case away and returned to his room, planning to contact the production crew tomorrow after he woke up.

Just as he walked in, his phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number with a location showing Luohe City.

“These agents from these companies are really persistent. How much overtime pay do they get to be calling me at this late hour?”

As long as the behavior and language weren’t too irritating, Xu Feng, upholding the principle of not making things difficult for fellow workers, still picked up the phone, intending to decline any cooperation offers.

“Hello, is this Mr. Xu Feng?”

Leaning against the elevator wall, Xu Feng’s finger hovered over the hang-up button. He replied calmly, “Sorry, I’m not currently looking to work with any agencies.”

The voice on the other end sounded a bit anxious, “Please don’t hang up! We’re not an agency; we’re not here to discuss an agent contract!”