When news broke that the sister of the top star, Landon Kingsley, was studying at Cornell University, the internet went wild.

She was the "National Sweetheart" that Landon had shielded for over a decade, never appearing in public, yet she was known to everyone.

As curiosity about her identity swirled among my classmates, one of my roommates stomped her foot in frustration and said, "Ugh, Brother should keep a low profile. Why does he have to make everything so public? I'm so annoyed with him."

As she spoke, I watched in bewilderment as people flocked around her.

I thought, What the hell? If she's Landon's sister, then who am I?

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Before I even started school, a bombshell hit social media when a gossip blogger live-streamed the news.

Landon Kingsley's sister had been accepted into Cornell University's music department. The internet erupted!

Who was Landon? He debuted at 15 and had been a sensation for a decade. Every project he was in became a hit, making him a surefire blockbuster machine. Perhaps his most famous trait was being a doting brother.

For ten years, he had kept his sister's identity hidden from the prying eyes of the public, not even allowing a photograph of her to be taken.

Despite this, her fan club's following had surpassed five million, rivaling popular actresses, earning her the title of the "National Sweetheart."

My acceptance into Cornell had been trending for days.

Reporters, eager for exclusive stories, set up camp on campus to cover the news.

The Cornell campus forum was dominated by posts about Landon's sister.

[Wow, I must have hit the jackpot. I'm in the same university as Landon's sister!]

[Squee! Will you please get me a signed photo from Landon?]

[With Landon's looks, I can only imagine how stunning his sister must be.]

[Wow, please look here, Landon's sister! Are you browsing?]

[I'm the president of Cornell's Landon fan club. From now on, I've got her back. Anyone who dares to bully her, we'll show them who's boss.]

Moreover, posts with the Cornell location tag racked up thousands of likes in minutes, prompting some incoming freshmen to buy lottery tickets, which happened to win them 200 thousand dollars.

This lucky turn of events was touted by marketing accounts, further adding to the mystique of the superstar's sister, who was now dubbed the "Omen Girl."

All this had me feeling incredibly uneasy.

I was just an ordinary girl.

I even considered transferring schools because of the attention, but in the end, I decided to tough it out. Cornell was my dream university, after all.

Landon wanted to personally drop me off on my first day, but I begged him not to.

"Please, Landon, I don't want to be treated like a circus animal for the next four years."

He seemed dejected as he petted my chubby cheeks, saying, "Kate's grown up and doesn't need me anymore. It's breaking my heart."

For a quiet college life, I didn't hesitate to push him away.

As I saw the swarm of reporters outside the campus gates, I couldn't help but admire my own foresight.

If Landon had shown up today, I might have never made it through the entrance.

The reporters were relentless, shoving microphones in students' faces in their quest for an exclusive shot of Landon's sister.

I strolled past them with a sense of relief, unnoticed.

However, as soon as I walked into the dorm, I saw a crowd of girls gathered around a girl with a pure, innocent look.

She was stamping her foot in frustration, saying, "Ugh, Brother should really keep a low profile. Why does he have to make everything so public? It's so annoying.

"Please, don't tell anyone about this,"

The girls eagerly promised, "Don't worry, we won't say a word."

"Mia, your name is so pretty," one of them said.

"Of course! She's Landon's sister. Not only does she have a beautiful name, but she's also gorgeous," another added.

I thought, What? If she's Landon's sister, then who am I?

Mia Kingsley, the girl in question, shyly flicked a strand of hair behind her ear.

Almost immediately, someone recognized the Patek Philippe watch on her wrist.

Landon had once posted a photo where his sister's hand, adorned with that very watch, accidentally appeared. Although he quickly deleted the post, sharp-eyed fans saved it, and it spread like wildfire online.

The watch was a one-of-a-kind custom piece.

At the sight of the watch, everyone's eyes lit up.

I frowned.

I did have that watch, but it was in my jewelry box, so hers must be a fake.

That was when someone turned their attention to me.

With a hint of bitterness, she said, "You're so lucky to be rooming with Mia. Do you know who her brother is?"

I shook my head.

The girl exaggerated, saying, "She's Landon's sister!"

I simply gave Mia a brief glance and said, "Oh."

At my lack of reaction, the place fell silent.

Mia looked at me with a mix of pride and annoyance.

The closest girl to her, clearly suspicious, said, "Her reaction seems off. She's not a Landon hater, is she?"

In a flash, everyone's gaze was fixed on me as if waiting for me to admit it so they could pounce. I found the whole situation both amusing and frustrating.

After reassuring them multiple times that I wasn't a Landon hater, they finally backed off. Meanwhile, the girl who had questioned me was none other than my other roommate, Flora Mitchell.

Even though Mia had asked everyone not to spread the word about her being Landon's sister, the rumor mill was already spinning out of control.

With so many people present that day, the news spread like wildfire.

It wasn't long before the entire campus knew that Mia was the sister of the famous Landon.

The campus forum was flooded with posts about her, and the reporters, catching wind of the buzz, cornered her in a secluded spot on campus.

Facing the reporters, Mia was careful with her words. "You've got it wrong, I'm really not Landon's brother… oh no, I mean, Landon isn't my brother."

Her awkward attempt at downplaying the situation only fueled the reporters' excitement.

Her "low-key" act made the students even more convinced that she was indeed Landon's sister.

It wasn't until Landon's fan club from Cornell University mobilized to rescue her from the press that she was finally freed.

But the reporters quickly posted Mia's photos online, and the headlines exploded.

[#First Photo of Landon's Sister Exposed]

[#Landon's Sister Mia]

[#Landon's Sister Spotted]

[#Mia at Cornell University]

Seeing the trending topics, Mia looked distressed. "Ugh, I said I didn't want this to be public. Why is everyone making such a big deal out of it?"

Despite her complaints, her hands kept scrolling through the comments, her lips curling into a satisfied smile.

The internet was full of compliments about her, and any negative comments were quickly shut down or deleted by her fans.

Landon's management team noticed the stir and was about to clarify the situation, but I stepped in to stop them.

I knew how powerful Landon's influence was, and I didn't want my peaceful college life disrupted.

Mia's quest for attention was her problem, as long as it didn't affect me.

She must have been confident that Landon wouldn't respond to my situation or reveal my identity, which gave her the courage to pretend to be me.