A few days ago, Wang Shuang didn’t think he had any issues, but now he had learned to reflect.
Last year, Sichuan Province’s college entrance exam policy changed. Instead of estimating scores to fill out university applications, candidates now applied after their scores were released. This reduced the enthusiasm for estimating scores post-exam, and Wang Shuang didn’t bother with it either. Estimating wasn’t always accurate anyway. Top students could recall every answer they wrote, but average students like him couldn’t. In previous years, some candidates misjudged their scores, leading to mistakes in their applications.
Wang Shuang couldn’t remember all his answers from the exam. From the first subject, Chinese, he felt confident, and that confidence hadn’t faded.
Growth didn’t mean turning Wang Shuang from confident to self-doubting. Self-doubt was impossible; he firmly believed he was destined for greatness.
But alongside confidence, perhaps he should consider a different approach?
Xie Qian’s confidence never worried anyone. His strength gave his every word and action a solid foundation.
In hindsight, Wang Shuang shouldn’t have acted so carefree.
What was that phrase? Build suspense before the reveal. He should’ve left the exam looking devastated, claiming he bombed it, so family and friends would be thrilled when the results came out.
Influenced by Wang Shuang’s post-exam optimism, Wang Jun had been scouting venues for a celebratory banquet these past few days.
Wang Shuang used to be an undeniable academic underachiever. Wang Jun had saved up for his son to study abroad, but now that Wang Shuang could get into a decent domestic university on his own merit, that money could be saved.
A banquet wouldn’t even come close to spending that amount. Wang Jun’s excitement was uncontainable, scouting banquet venues while bragging to friends about how boys mature late but progress quickly once they get it. Thankfully, friends like Qin Xianming were patient enough not to snap at him.
Wang Jun was beaming with pride.
When it came to making money, everyone in their circle could do that.
But a child’s success was worth more than a multi-million deal. It brought real pride.
No, no, it wasn’t just pride—Wang Jun could hold his head high and puff out his belly with confidence!
In the middle of his boasting, Wang Jun got a call from his dutiful son.
Wang Shuang, aiming for that suspense-before-reveal effect, backtracked a bit, telling his dad he might not have done as well as he thought and warning him not to get too cocky.
“I might need to repeat a year.”
“…Repeat?!”
Wang Jun’s enthusiasm was doused with cold water, chilling him from head to toe.
He’d already bragged to everyone—how was he supposed to take it back?
Hanging up, Wang Jun forced a smile to his friends, his belly instinctively shrinking back.
This son was truly a debt collector, Wang Jun thought with a pang of bitterness.
Oblivious to the blow he’d dealt his father, Wang Shuang, having played his suspense card, resumed his role as a diligent PR department intern.
He saved Wen Ying’s blog for last.
Li Mengjiao, Yun Chen, and Zhang Yangning’s blogs were initially shaped by Wen Ying’s guidance. Fake personas wouldn’t work—crafted images risked collapsing. Wen Ying’s advice was to showcase their real personalities while highlighting individual styles. Being authentic was the best persona.
Yun Chen had looks, and fans loved his face, so he gave them what they wanted.
He also had good upbringing and a better education than most male stars. Depth wasn’t something you could fake long-term. Since Yun Chen had it, why hide it?
Yun Chen didn’t need a crafted persona. By being himself on his blog, he already had female fans swooning.
Even non-fans wouldn’t dislike a well-mannered, gentlemanly male star.
Despite his soaring popularity, Yun Chen didn’t get carried away. He kept commercial appearances limited, maintaining an air of mystery—his true self on display.
Zhang Yangning had creative talent but wasn’t great at pandering to fans with pleasing words. So, she didn’t. She maintained that image.
Artists have their own personalities.
A dedicated creator, as long as they didn’t break the law or commit moral wrongs, could turn their individuality into a memorable trait.
Zhang Yangning’s blog had many professional analyses. Wang Shuang didn’t understand music creation, but her posts revealed her passion for it.
Li Mengjiao needed no explanation.
She was a bit naive but born for the stage, thriving in the spotlight. She could rally fans effortlessly. Openly complaining about studying hard on her blog, she had fans worrying, wishing they could take her exams for her or even sit her college entrance exam to spare her the stress.
A successful actress could earn in one gig what a regular worker saved in years.
Li Mengjiao could skip school, but instead of chasing gigs or filming ads, she stayed a dutiful student. How could fans not love such a star?
Rebellion was a fleeting selling point, but a positive, wholesome image appealed to all ages.
The blog styles of these three were crafted by Wen Ying.
Wen Ying’s own blog… was a bit different from her usual image. Wang Shuang couldn’t quite pinpoint how. Looking at the flood of comments under her latest post, he had a sudden epiphany and slapped his thigh.
“It’s like reading a novel—full of suspense, so captivating!”
Wen Ying’s posts weren’t chronologically consistent but were logically compelling, making them highly engaging.
In terms of followers, Wen Ying lagged behind Yun Chen and Li Mengjiao. But after reviewing her blog, Wang Shuang noticed her posts’ comment numbers matched or even surpassed theirs at times.
Yun Chen and Li Mengjiao were top stars, while Wen Ying, a bestselling author and screenwriter, had fewer fans than they did.
Her high comment counts came from delivering quality content.
Content is king.
The phrase popped into Wang Shuang’s mind.
Whoever creates unique content can drive traffic. Was this why Teacher Yuan valued Wen Ying so much?
Wang Shuang felt enlightened.
To grasp the truth at dawn and die by dusk… not him dying, but making his rivals perish!
Wen Ying’s blog had tons of comments asking about her new book and drama. *Galaxy and You*’s promotion was imminent.
In Hunan, Liang Dan knew time was tight. It didn’t take much to convince Hu Man, and the 2006 scandal of an “age-gap romance” that rocked the entertainment industry exploded—
From Yuan Fenghui to Mrs. Wang, from Wen Ying to Wang Shuang, everyone at Tianjiao was energized. After days of waiting, the action was finally here!
