Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir
Chapter 113 - 72: Gaining Followers_3

Chapter 113: Chapter 72: Gaining Followers_3

At first, everyone really followed Shu Wan because they loved her singing, but over time, watching Shu Wan share her daily life had become a habit for everyone.

The mundane little things in life, when shared by Shu Wan, seemed especially precious.

For Shu Wan, she simply wanted to record more of her life, but to the fans who followed her, it held a different, healing significance.

Today, Shu Wan had been quite busy and hadn’t updated until now, with many people eagerly waiting.

As soon as Shu Wan posted an update, people immediately rushed in.

Upon seeing the content of Shu Wan’s update, the comment section was instantly filled with screams.

Shu Wan had selected three photos to upload.

The first photo was purely a landscape shot, with vast stretches of sky ablaze with orange and purple hues, the whole lake reflecting those colors, blurring the lines between sky and water.

The second photo showed Fu Yang leaning against a railing with one hand in his pocket. In the photo, he slightly lowered his gaze, his silvery hair less bright in the dim twilight, his delicate profile resembling something out of a comic.

During the photo, Fu Yang was quite impatient, hence his slightly furrowed brow, which, captured by Shu Wan at that moment, hinted at a touch of melancholy and loneliness.

The third photo showed Fu Yang later poking a Spiderman toy.

By then, night had completely fallen, the surroundings dark, with the light from the Spiderman toy illuminating Fu Yang as he looked down at it, his eyes bright, his expression peaceful, and even a faint smile curling his lips.

[This boy!!! Isn’t he the super handsome boy who burst into fame at the dessert shop last time!! The whole internet searched for him for days, and here he appears again!]

[So handsome, so handsome, so handsome, aaaah, why does he look so pitiful in the second photo, and so nice in the third, I really want to touch his hair, seems like it would feel so soft.]

[My maternal instinct kicks in so strong, feels like this is a tsundere beauty, cool and distant but soft at heart, otherwise why would he show such a tender expression towards a Spiderman toy, well, I declare, this is my favorite internet son.]

While studying, Shu Wan never looked at her phone, so she had no idea that the simple upload of three photos had sent her soaring up the charts on the short video platform.

Various marketing accounts reshared her photos, and by the time Shu Wan finished reviewing her work and was ready to sleep, she had gained nearly 200,000 followers.

After one night, that number had increased by 1 million.

Including her previous followers, Shu Wan’s account now boasted 3.2 million followers, definitely qualifying her as a mid-tier internet celebrity.

And all this had happened just over ten days since her first video was released.

Many people closely analyzed her path to fame but could only conclude one thing:

Some people are destined to be famous, perfectly suited to thrive on this wave of popularity.

The next morning, upon waking up, Fu Yang’s phone was bombarded with messages, and only then did he realize his photos had gone viral online.

Fu Yang quickly checked the app and, seeing that the photos were the ones he was most satisfied with, felt relieved.

Especially seeing the various comments praising his looks, Fu Yang was quite pleased.

Being a teenager prone to moments of intense self-importance, he reveled in the attention and adoration.

But Fu Yang definitely wouldn’t say such things out loud, he just secretly delighted in them.

The next time he appeared in front of Shu Wan, he was once again the tsundere boy with sharp words.

"You promised to teach me basketball, don’t forget," Fu Yang approached Shu Wan with a basketball, "What are we practicing today?"

"Didn’t you say before, as long as it helps improve your basketball skills, you’d accept any training method?"

"Yes," Fu Yang impulsively responded, unsure why but suddenly feeling a bad premonition.

The next second, that premonition turned into reality.

"Then let’s start with enhancing physical fitness," Shu Wan pointed to the nearby track, "Run six laps first."

"...."

Fu Yang genuinely suspected that Shu Wan had gone through such a roundabout way just to make him run.

But since the words were already out, it was too late to back out, and Fu Yang had no choice but to start training reluctantly.

To his surprise, Shu Wan ran alongside him.

"I’ll run with you," Shu Wan turned her head towards Fu Yang, "however long you run, I’ll run too."

In a past life, Shu Wan was the most favored general among her soldiers.

Unlike other generals who issued orders from on high, she rarely troubled her soldiers.

Even when there were changes, she would train with everyone, so even if the training was intense, seeing their general participating with them minimized any resentment.

Now, Shu Wan treated Fu Yang in the same way.

Though Fu Yang wanted to say something else, seeing the sweat on Shu Wan’s forehead, he ultimately swallowed his words.