HuaYu: The most muscular director in history!

12 month 15 day.

Kyoto International Airport.

"Where did this dirt come from?"

"have no idea."

In the waiting area, Feng Man scrolled through the webpage, but it took a long time for the page to load.

"Look."

Xiang Nan looked closely and saw that there were already several posts on the forum, all of which were quite popular and featured his name.

Is he a rising national star or a traitor? Why did Xiang Nan choose to debut in Japan?

[A Beijing Film Academy actor singing? Behind the dynamic vocals is actually the work of a sound engineer!]

[Breaking News! Rising star Xiang Nan is actually a violent maniac who assaulted passersby!]

[A rising star? A singer and actor? NO! Just a product of marketing!]

After a long silence, Feng Man cautiously leaned forward and asked, "Nan, Brother Nan? Do we need a response?"

Xiang Nan did not answer, but instead twirled his fingers and pondered for a moment.

Firstly, these negative stories, of all times, came out of nowhere, just when I was in Japan promoting my album.

Secondly, the people behind these scandals must know something about me. They started by analyzing my physique, background, and place of debut, which shows their malicious intent.

Could it be him?

Xiang Nan frowned, picked up the laptop, and moved the mouse to open it.

"Hey!" Feng Man grabbed Xiang Nan's wrist, shaking her head awkwardly. "Maybe we shouldn't watch it."

"If you walk upright and sit straight, what is there to be afraid of?"

Xiang Nan clicked on the title, and instantly a barrage of malicious comments flooded in.

[I knew it! There are already so few young musicians in mainland China, how could someone so amazing suddenly appear? It's all marketing hype! Which force is creating this idol? He's been at the top of the new book charts for a whole month! At least have some common sense!]

[He looks like the Yuanmou Man, how can anyone like him?]

[I just don't like getting rich, so what the hell are you going to do about it? What kind of nonsense are you doing? It looks like some kind of Northeastern folk dance.]

[Damn it, pay up! My cousin just bumped into you, and you punched her so hard she ended up in the hospital?! Are you even human?!]

[Is Xiang Nan perhaps a shrew? So devoted?]

[This is disgusting! Why does she have to debut as a celebrity on Xiao Rizi? If she likes Xiao Rizi so much, why doesn't she go there to make money? What's the point of coming back to China?]

"All of them are white accounts..."

"Brother Nan?"

Attention passengers traveling to XX on flight XX...

"call……"

Xiang Nan closed the webpage and returned the laptop to Feng Man. Seeing that she still looked concerned, he was both amused and exasperated.

"What's the big deal about a few rumors and slanders?"

"But...they're making things up and have started making personal attacks!"

Xiang Nan chuckled, his deep eyes full of mockery. He patted Feng Man on the shoulder, stood up, picked up his suitcase, and said in a low voice, "You said it yourself, it's all made up. Just ignore them. I have my own way of handling things."

"Is that so?" Feng Man shook her head, trying hard not to think about it.

……

At 1 p.m., Xiang Nan and his companion arrived in Tokyo.

This trip to Japan serves two purposes: first, to promote the album, and second, to finalize the music videos for the Japanese songs.

It's good to get away and find some peace and quiet. Every celebrity has their share of scandals and negative press; that's an indisputable fact.

Xiang Nan's solution was simply to "do nothing"!

Whether it was some mainland singers who were envious or Chen Jinfei's angry revenge, they all underestimated Xiang Nan, or rather, they underestimated the song "Gong Xi Fa Cai" (Wishing You Prosperity).

Tokyo International Airport.

Upon arriving at the station square, one is greeted by an endless blue sky. Tourists stroll by without a care in the world, occasionally glancing at the tall, handsome man.

Xiang Nan adjusted his mask, called out to Feng Man, and walked away.

Chen Yaocuan couldn't come this time because of other matters. The person who met him was Yoshida, the same person as last time. Although this guy is called an artist manager, it just sounds impressive. His main responsibility is to receive guests and arrange their schedules.

On the square in front of the station, Xiang Nan walked lightly, and with each step he took, Xiao Fengman behind him often had to take several steps.

The temperature in Tokyo in December was pleasant, and the lazy sunlight shone on his face, which greatly improved Xiang Nan's bad mood caused by the scandal.

Today he was wearing a black wool coat, a white turtleneck sweater, and slim-fit trousers. The hem of the coat reached his knees. If Feng Man took off the coat, it would be big enough to use as a blanket.

"Aaaaaah!"

"Xiang Nanjun!"

A scream reached Xiang Nan's ears; it seemed like someone was calling his name.

He stopped and looked at the street in the distance, and his eyes widened at just one glance!

"Aaaaaahhhhh—here! Here!"

"Xiang Nan Sangma!"

"Xiang Nan!"

"Brother Nan..." Feng Man tugged at his clothes from behind. "Looks like a fan?"

Xiang Nan rolled his eyes. "Do you need to tell me? It's not like I can't see such a big banner!"

There were at least fifty people standing in the small area of ​​the square and street, all of them young girls.

They held up support signs and wore T-shirts printed with "Sakuragi Minami." Most outrageously, several girls were holding a banner that was five meters long and one meter wide.

[Xiang Nan, a handsome young man seen only once in four thousand years!]

Under the banner stood Hakimi Yoshida, dressed in a suit.

"Xiang Nan!"

"Xiang Nan!"

"Xiang Nan!"

The cheering squad's unison shouts quickly attracted the attention of the surrounding crowd.

Xiang Nan strode up to Yoshida, first glancing at the reporters taking pictures on either side, then smiling and extending his large hand: "Mr. Yoshida, it's nice to see you again!"

"Mr. Xiang Nan, welcome back to Japan."

"Aaaaaahh ...

The noise around him grew louder and louder. If it weren't for the men in black that Yoshida brought with him, Xiang Nan would probably have been smashed to pieces long ago.

He leaned close to Yoshida and whispered, "Mr. Yoshida, that's enough. Once the reporters have taken the photos, please remove the tortoise."

"Tor?" Yoshida looked up, his old face scrunched up. "I didn't look for Tor."

Seeing Xiang Nan frown, Yoshida took two steps back to make way: "Hehe... Xiang Nan-san, why don't you go and see for yourself?"

Xiang Nan, still somewhat skeptical, took two steps to stand in front of the fans, immediately eliciting another wave of sky-piercing screams.

"Hello everyone, did you come here voluntarily to show your support?"

The chubby little girl in front of him responded like this: "Ahhhhh—Xiang Nan baby, I love you!"

He screamed as he charged forward, sweating profusely as the men in black blocked his way.

"Ahem, everyone, please be quiet!"

Having confirmed that they were genuine fans, Xiang Nan had no choice but to start promoting the service seriously.

For the next hour, it was all autographs and photos. The fans here were easy to deal with; all you had to do was get your idol's autograph and a photo.

Thanks to Xiang Nan's "Love life, love yourself" speech last time, a group of fans loved Xiang Nan even more and became much more rational. At least so far, there have been no sasaeng fans.

"Xiang Nansang, this is your itinerary for the next five days."

Inside the Toyota, Xiang Nan's eyes were fixed on the tablet Yoshida handed him, but his mind was thinking: I'm still sitting in this crappy car!

After the last conflict with Sony, he thought he would have to rely on himself in Japan from now on. Who knew that after Plant officially went on the charts, it dominated the Oricon chart for three weeks!

This has stunned Sony's top management!

Haha, karma has come so quickly. I wonder if Sony's executives will regret it?

Mr. Watanabe, how are you?

"Hey, that's a celebrity!"

Feng Man, who was standing to the side, seemed to have discovered something, and her eyes lit up like incandescent light bulbs.

Xiang Nan snapped out of his daze, glanced at the tablet, and then his gaze froze.

"Is it her?"