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.

Sure enough, Landon's team's nonchalance only encouraged Mia to be even more brazen.

At school, she was treated like royalty.

She reveled in being the center of attention, basking in the adoration.

Lines of people formed to deliver gifts to her.

Every day, she returned to her dorm carrying large bags as if she were stocking up on supplies.

I originally wanted to stay out of it, but seeing that these gifts were from Landon's fans—mostly ordinary students—made me uneasy.

The packaging and brands indicated that these gifts were quite expensive, possibly even a month's worth of their living expenses.

I couldn't hold back any longer. "I remember Landon doesn't accept fan gifts. Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Mia's smile froze, and she shot me a cryptic look before pushing aside the piles of luxury items on her desk, her eyes showing a hint of grievance.

"Kate is right. You should take these back."

A chorus of protests erupted immediately. "No, Mia, these are our heartfelt gifts!"

Mia pouted and pretended to struggle. "But Kate's right. Even though I'm trying to help, others might think I'm taking advantage. It's really difficult for me, too."

Her words shifted the focus onto me.

The crowd began to voice their displeasure.

"These are for Landon, and Mia is just helping us pass them along. Who are you to criticize her?"

"Yeah, who do you think you are, sticking your nose into things?"

"Exactly. We're giving these to her voluntarily."

One girl even broke down in tears. "Landon loves this brand of perfume. I spent two months' worth of living expenses to buy it. If Mia doesn't accept it, you need to make it right."

The fans were moved by the girl's tears, comforting her while casting resentful glances at me.

It was my first real encounter with fanatical fans.

Everyone's lives were hard, and their money didn't grow on trees. Landon had repeatedly turned down support, gifts, and airport meet-and-greet.

Despite his clear stance, these fans chose to ignore it, using their misguided sense of devotion to justify their actions.

It wasn't love—it was just a way for them to indulge their own desires.

Flora looked at me with disdain. "You're just jealous of Mia. Someone like you, who's never seen anything like this, should focus on your own issues rather than lecturing others. You're just a broke loser."

After hurling insults, they went back to fawning over Mia.

She played the part of the demure recipient perfectly. "Since everyone is so enthusiastic, I'll reluctantly accept," she said with a smug look.

The fans were overjoyed, praising her for her beauty and kindness.

I rolled my eyes in exasperation.

Suddenly, I caught Mia's gaze. Her eyes sparkled with smugness and defiance.

From that day on, she accepted gifts with increasing ease.

Every time she returned to the dorm, she'd do nothing but unwrap presents. When she noticed me watching her, she'd cover her mouth and giggle. "I told them not to, but they insisted. What can I do?"

I just sighed.