I stared at Tommy and said, "This concert is for charity, right? All the local media in the province will be broadcasting it?"

Tommy nodded blankly. I insisted, "You have over a hundred million followers across all platforms. You're the most popular singer in the entertainment industry right now. Can you guarantee that a lot of people will watch this concert live?"

Tommy blushed. "I can't guarantee I'm the most popular idol, but my fans are really passionate. There will definitely be a huge audience, at least eight million viewers."

After I heard that number, I touched my chest. My heart, which had been raced wildly, finally calmed down a little. As long as I waited until the exam officially started, everything would come to light.

When the official start time of the national college entrance exam arrived, a bell rang throughout the venue, followed by thunderous applause.

Cameramen turned their lenses toward the audience, selected fans to send their blessings to the test-takers.

My hands and feet trembled with nerves. Suddenly, I lunged and hugged a camera tightly, my voice shakes, "I want to speak! Film me! All the cameras, film me!"

Fans stood up and cursed me, they hurled glow sticks and banners in my direction.

I stared straight into the lens and said word by word, "I want to report something!"

The venue fell silent. Tommy frowned and brought me onstage, "Sherry, you said you want to report something, does it involve the national college entrance exam?"

I nodded solemnly, while gripped the microphone and said, "I want to report that at Brooklyn Tech High School, Exam Room 318, someone..."

A harsh electric screech rang out, it drowned my voice in static.

At the entrance, my homeroom teacher slowly led my elderly parents into the venue.

The principal stood beneath the stage, he held the ripped-out power cord and waved desperately at me and said, "Sherry, if you come back with us now, there's still time to take the next subject! Don't ruin your life over chasing a celebrity!"

Tommy interrupted with righteous fury, "This student wants to report something. No matter what happens, exposing misconduct during the national college entrance exam is every citizen's duty. Please don't interrupt her!"

But I was shaking uncontrollably as I clung to the mic on stage.

My teacher supported my parents as they leaned trustingly against him, but his eyes were locked on me. He said, "Sherry, think carefully about what you're about to say. It could have a huge impact on you."

He was using my parents to threaten me! I laughed bitterly, "I don't believe you'd dare touch my parents in front of all these people!"

Before I could finish, dozens of students in school uniforms surged into the venue.

My deskmate, Elena White, tossed a backpack onto the stage, her voice pained. "Sherry, yesterday you told me your dream was just to see Tommy's concert. I didn't think you'd really skip the national college entrance exam for it! Don't be foolish! The whole class is worried about you! Come back with us!"

All my classmates chimed in together, "Sherry, come back with us! We'll retake the year with you if we have to!"

I was stunned and asked, "You all… didn't go into the exam hall? No way, no way! You actually all skipped the exam?"

Elena's eyes were red as she reached out to me, "We voluntarily gave it up for you! You're the pride of our class. Without you, how could we focus on the test?"

I felt a chill run down my spine and collapsed onto the floor.

At the same time, Tommy opened the backpack. On top were my exercise books with my name written clearly. But beneath that, he pulled out a whole bag full of items related to him.

Every album he had released since debut, every magazine cover he had been on, all the products he endorsed, every piece of merchandise from his OSTs. Even candid photos taken at airports and outside hotels.

Gasps rose from the audience, they said, "So she's not a rival fan, she's a stalker fan! She lied about exposing exam fraud just to get on stage with her idol!"

My mic was cut off. No matter how I tried to explain, no one could hear me.

Tommy clenched his teeth and said, "I hate stalker fan like you the most. And now you're even using the national college entrance exam as an excuse to trick me into helping you speak out? Get out! Get out of my concert!"

My homeroom teacher pointed at the students behind him and knelt helplessly before me, "Sherry, you've always been the most sensible student. How could you mess up at the most critical moment? Wake up! It's not just you skipping the exam anymore. The whole class is taking a risk for you!"

He continued, "Retaking the year is a small matter. I'm willing to stay with you through it. But if this is seen as deliberate absenteeism, you'll get the whole class banned from the exam for three years!"

Seeing my teacher kneel didn't move me. Instead, a deep sense of helplessness rose in my heart.

I looked at the crowd below, all pointed fingers at me and at the cold faces behind the cameras. I wanted to speak again, but my mic gave no sound. Security rushed up to pull me away.

I closed my eyes. Was I still doomed to die in the end? No, there was still hope.

I remembered there was a photo in that backpack, a photo of Tommy meeting privately with a wealthy woman.

Just as security reached me, I turned and lunged at Tommy. He didn't expect it and fell backward onto the ground.

The mic broke, it screeched with static before it was cut off entirely.

Tommy tried to scramble up in a panic, but a ring fell out of his pocket. I snatched the ring and threw the photo at him.

I said, "Tommy, I know your secret. If you don't help me, I'll expose that you secretly married a sugar mommy."

Tommy trembled with rage and said, "You really are a stalker fan! You're blackmailing me! Name your price, how much do you want to leave me alone?"

My lips were pale, "I don't want money. I just want a livestream. One with at least eight million viewers."

When security grabbed my arms again, Tommy gritted his teeth, pulled me off the stage and personally escorted me into a private van.

Fans were furious, "Tommy, what are you doing! Why are you helping a stalker fan to escape?"

The crowd chimed in, "You'd abandon the whole stadium of fans for a stalker? Refund! Unfollow! Refund! Unfollow!"

Tommy slammed a fist into the front seat, he punched a hole right through the upholstery. He roared, "You happy now? Look at this mess!"

I shook my head, "Not yet. Give me your phone. I need to livestream using your account. Otherwise, I'll open this door and scream that you're married and kept by a rich woman."

Tommy was in tears as he handed me his phone, "What do you gain by destroying me like this? Why are you doing all this?"

I sighed, "First of all, that backpack wasn't mine. I'm not your stalker fan. Once the dust settles, you'll understand."

As I watched the number of viewers skyrocket in the livestream, my gaze darkened and I said, "I'm sorry. I just want to survive."

Within moments, ten million people flooded into the stream, but it still wasn't enough. They were just ordinary fans.

I sent connection requests to every provincial media official account. Not a single outlet dared accept my call.

At last, the director of the Provincial Education Bureau initiated a connection himself and said, "Miss Miller, whatever grievance you have, tell me. I promise I'll handle it fairly."

Tears finally streamed down my face. Finally.

I spoke, "Director, I want to report how Brooklyn Tech High School is covering for each other and how the entire school is condoning…"

Bang! The car was hit violently, it crashed straight into the guardrail and smashed into the bridge pillar.

After a dizzying spin, the equipment in the car was disconnected and the livestream feed was lost. The phone got wedged in the gap beneath the seat.

"Damn it, it's a stalker fan intercepting the car!" Tommy swiftly jumped out of the window, glanced back at me and gritted his teeth as he dragged me out of the car.

A man and a woman, both wearing hats and black masks, walked straight towards me. I could recognize them even if they turned to ash, they were the class monitor and my deskmate!

Elena cried, clutching my hand, "Sherry, as your long-time friend, I can't bear to watch you go astray! Don't throw your life away for a star! Do you know the consequences of holding a celebrity hostage?"

She continued, "Anyway, come back to the town with us. Once we're back, everything can be discussed. Whatever you want, we'll comply!"

I struggled to pull away from Elena's hand and shouted, "I don't want to go back to the town! If I go back, I'll die!"

I looked at Tommy and pleaded, "If I go back to the town, I'll die! Keep driving! Take me to the province!"

Tommy hesitated and then the class monitor, Sean Preston, walked forward with a cold expression.

His dark eyes seemed to try to see through me. "You've been following me for so many years, right? If you come back with us and take the exam, I'll agree to whatever you want."

The atmosphere around us froze. Suddenly, a voice came from beneath the seat, it was the director's voice, he said, "Miss Miller, are you still there? Speak up if you have something to report!"

Tommy, as if making a decision, said, "The fairness of the national college entrance exam is more important. I'll take you to the Provincial Education Bureau first. Get in the car."

I clenched my fists and refused, "No, you can go now."

Tommy stared at me in disbelief and cursed, "Sherry, are you out of your mind? You're going to kill me just to flirt with a guy!"

"Don't ever expect me to help you again! No matter what you say, I won't believe you anymore!" With that, Tommy picked up his phone and, without looking back, walked away, he left me behind.

Elena laughed, "Sherry, what's the point of all this drama? You're just going to end up being crushed!"

Sean's gaze was icy as his fingers brushed over my sweated skin, made me instinctively shudder and step back.

He threatened, "Don't want to come back with me? Then I can't keep those things a secret anymore."