Chapter 822 - 275: Superstar-Level Idol

"Uncle, if there’s nothing else, I’ll head back to West Martial first!"

Morgue.

Su Yue prepared to bid farewell.

He really didn’t like this place; it’s so eerie, as if a corpse could come back to life at any moment.

Once he finished speaking, Su Yue was ready to dash off.

"Wait, there’s one last thing!"

Lu Xiliang hurriedly called him back.

"Uncle, if you’re going to teach me how to handle corpses, I refuse; I’m a bit scared of ghosts!"

Su Yue shook his head.

I’m not interested at all in subjects related to undead zombies.

"In the future, could you stop bringing up handling corpses?

"Come over, let’s take a picture together. You’re my daughter’s idol; she’s wanted your autograph and photo for a long time!"

Lu Xiliang’s face darkened.

Do I really look so much like a Daoist who handles corpses?

Have you ever seen such a handsome old Daoist?

Absurd, crazy!

"Oh, so it’s this—easy!"

After speaking, Su Yue flashed a peace sign.

"No, we can’t take pictures in the mortuary. It’s just the two of us here; if three people appear in the photo later, it’ll scare us to death.

"Let’s leave the morgue first and find a place with ample yang energy!"

Su Yue bolted away quickly.

Lu Xiliang shook his head and followed.

"Uncle, let’s take the picture here; there’s plenty of yang energy!"

Su Yue, as usual, flashed his peace sign.

"No, this pose isn’t appropriate!

"Let’s do it this way: I’ll set my phone to a timer for taking pictures; we need to stage the shot a bit."

Lu Xiliang shook his head.

"Staged shot? Am I supposed to be that solemn? How do we pose? Do I need to do a backflip?"

Su Yue felt like he was being played with.

"No, I’m holding a pen and signing my name on your clothes.

"Then you pretend to be my fan and act overjoyed. I’m the idol right now, giving you an autograph; remember to make your expression dynamic.

"At the moment I give you the autograph, we’ll be forever frozen in the photo, simply perfect."

Lu Xiliang took out a pen and was about to write on Su Yue’s clothes.

"Hold on... Uncle, my mind is a bit tangled right now!

"Let me sort it out.

"I’m your daughter’s idol, and taking a photo with you is giving you face.

"Then, I still have to pretend to be your fan, acting like I’m asking for your autograph? You’re signing your name on my clothes?"

Su Yue sorted his thoughts.

"Exactly.

"My daughter is a fan of yours, and I feel a bit jealous and somewhat sour inside.

"If I become your idol, then I’m my daughter’s idol’s idol, a superstar idol.

"At that moment, how grand I would be as a father."

Lu Xiliang nodded.

"Wow, Uncle, you’re really conniving, using a fake fan to deceive your daughter."

Su Yue was dumbfounded.

To gain his daughter’s adoration, a father could go to such lengths.

This world full of lies.

"Come on, don’t dawdle anymore!"

Even though Su Yue was internally dissatisfied a thousand times, the situation was already set in stone; he could only bring out professional acting skills and put on a face of joyous excitement at seeing an idol.

Click, click... click, click!

Ten continuous shots.

"Uncle, why are only you beautified in the photos?"

Su Yue was flabbergasted.

"Because these are photos for my daughter, and her dad obviously has to be handsome. She might even show them off to her classmates."

Lu Xiliang nodded, looking quite satisfied.

"Uncle, you sure are vain!"

Su Yue could only comment in such a way.

"Oh dear, you saw through me, how embarrassing!

"Sigh, you’re still young and don’t have children yet; once you’re a father, you’ll understand.

"Seeing your daughter idolize other men, it feels like swallowing a ton of lemons, an indescribable feeling.

"Nephew, thank you for letting me be a superstar idol for once."

Lu Xiliang patted Su Yue’s shoulder, expressing his gratitude.

"Uh, that’s something you should be thankful for."

Shaking his head, Su Yue sprinted toward West Martial.

He needed to go back and change clothes.

Ugh.

Why go back, just head to the mall.

This white shirt, I need another one of it.

I think there’s a signature shirt at the store with feathers on it, particularly stylish.

Feather outfit?

Feather decoration?

Forget it, can’t wear it, something regular will do.

Mu Cheng should be returning soon; she should be happy with this ice crystal necklace.

...

West Martial!

Mu Cheng was simply fed up with this bunch of Greens.

You came to West Martial for exchanging studies, not to dig up someone else’s wall.

This is Wuda, not some lesser college.

Each of you is not very strong, constantly researching accessories and cosmetics all day.

Can those trinkets kill enemies in the wet realm?

"Mu Cheng, look at my bracelet, 3000 credits; my ex-boyfriend bought it for me, but unfortunately, he let me down... I got mad, not knowing how to console me, he preferred reasoning, so I dumped him.

"Us girls, we can’t spoil them; a relationship must be romantic.

"Listen to me, although you’re strong, your relationship skills need more learning.

"Be sure to play hard to get, stand someone up; if necessary, find a male confidant to give Su Yue a little pressure, only then will he cherish you.

"He hasn’t even given you gifts; what kind of boyfriend is that!"

This Green from East Martial had a sharp and caustic face; Mu Cheng would rather fight with Feng Jiajia than associate with such a person.

But there’s no choice.

This is a student council task.

"Sis, I’m looking for a boyfriend, not a lap dog, nor a slave.

"We each have our own lives, striving to become better people. We’re together because we have shared goals and visions, supporting and encouraging each other, not looking for trouble.

"Discussions about my boyfriend end here."

Mu Cheng was almost annoyed to death.