### Chapter 10: Fan Work Fever
Night fell.
The date between Night Star and Kong Yu Bai came to an end.
Even though Kong Yu Bai was aggressive, she stopped just shy of going all out, leaving a light kiss just like Lianhua did at the end of their night.
It’s really a relief that I didn’t get eaten.
If Kong Yu Bai dragged her to a hotel for some pillow talk,
Night Star might not have had the strength to refuse.
After all, she’s already fallen so far. What’s one more step?
Fortunately, Kong Yu Bai knows her limits. As someone mature in her emotions, she kept things subtle and didn’t jump straight into anything too serious.
Considering they’d only just started getting cozy, they needed to go on more dates before taking things further.
Isn’t pillow talk something lovers do?
Kong Yu Bai didn’t want that kind of intensity; she just wanted to be close with Night Star.
She wouldn’t refuse if Night Star ever initiated it.
As long as the cute Audience Performer is happy.
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A few days passed.
Night Lan was watching anime dramas with Ye Sky and others in the Fish Playing House.
A crowd gathered around a projected big screen, almost like they were watching a movie.
During a break in the show, Ye Sky took the chance to chat with Night Lan.
“Hey, how was your recent date? Did you and Blank Singer get it on?”
Ye Sky smirked, clearly wanting some entertainment.
Night Lan shook her head wildly.
“No way! Even if I’m an old pervert, I’m not that impulsive. Don’t look at me like I’ve got a bunch of cute girls around me; I’m still a virgin.”
That’s hilarious.
Back when they were in the memory world, Night Star Lan obsessed over how to seduce Luo Xi, but failed every time.
Finally back in reality, she had no desire to touch or grab Luo Xi anymore.
Instead, she just cuddled her and slept each night—peacefully.
Ye Sky gave an exasperated look.
“Wow, you’re really self-controlled in a relationship. I wanted to know what that feels like.”
Night Lan mumbled, “I wouldn’t tell you anyway. Who’d just spill feelings like that?”
“Ugh,”
At that moment, Kaguya, who was scrolling through her phone, spoke up.
“Night Star, your theater group’s announcer seems famous. I saw lots of funny fan works online. Do you wanna check them out?”
Night Star immediately turned her attention.
“Is Ink Rabbit hitting people’s kinks? That would be surprising.”
Since the company’s public exposure increased, and the official news is no longer blocked, talented fans could create any fan work they wanted based on them.
Like drawing, editing, writing—these were all done out of love, fan power.
On the first day of public exposure, fan works of all kinds were everywhere, and the hype never died down.
Kaguya spent days surfing online, seeing tons of fan works on the Rising Sun Theater Group, creating various feverish pieces herself.
She noticed the announcer’s fan works were the most popular, apparently driven by one individual.
Kaguya synced her phone screen to the large one for collective appreciation.
According to the statistics, the announcer’s works outnumbered even those of the Audience Performer.
Night Lan gasped.
“Wow, they like Ink Rabbit that much? Even if
