Shen Lang paid no attention to the news comparing him to Na Ying.
His entire focus was on promoting his album sales.
This was crucial for him.
The autograph session he organized was specifically aimed at boosting album sales, as a second batch of 150,000 copies had arrived.
If they didn't sell, he'd be in serious trouble.
The autograph session was held in Yanjing, in the reception hall on the first floor of the Yanjing Broadcasting Building.
Shen Lang once again persuaded Director Yang Lin.
His album had not only increased the listenership of Midnight Melodies but also boosted the listenership of other radio programs. Given that the album was a collaborative project, the station naturally wanted it to sell as many copies as possible, so they approved the event.
Thus, Shen Lang became the first singer to hold an autograph session at a radio station.
The announcement was made on the station's programs.
By early morning, a long line had formed outside the building.
To avoid disrupting the station's regular operations, the autograph session used a side entrance leading directly to the reception hall.
"Wow, you're here too?"
"Yeah, aren't you at work?"
"I took a day off."
"Haha, me too."
"I thought we could get a head start by going straight to Shen Lang for an autograph, but our director forbade it. Since the autograph session is here, we can't miss it."
"Same here. We're practically Shen Lang's first fans."
Many of those at the front of the line were employees of the broadcasting station.
The ten songs on the album covered such a wide range of emotions that everyone was bound to be moved by at least one.
Ninety percent of the station's young staff had fallen for Shen Lang.
"Quiet down, quiet down, everyone listen to me!"
Suddenly, a clear, resonant voice boomed from the loudspeakers.
"It's Shen Lang!" someone recognized.
In an instant, the reception hall erupted into chaos, both inside and out.
Once the noise subsided, Shen Lang continued, "First, I want to thank you all for your support. I know you're all busy, so I really appreciate you taking the time to come here for my album."
"We love you! We'll always support you!"
"Wow, he's even hotter in person than in his posters!"
"Shen Lang, I love you!"
Most of the crowd were dedicated fans, but some had come simply out of curiosity.
The purpose was simple: to see if this "musical genius," so heavily hyped by the media, truly lived up to the hype.
Seeing was believing. His physical appearance was indeed impressive—tall and handsome.
Shen Lang continued, "Everyone, rest assured, we have plenty of albums prepared for today. I'll be signing until 7 PM to ensure everyone gets an autographed copy. For your own safety and the safety of others, please maintain orderly queues. Otherwise, the autograph session can't even begin."
His words calmed the crowd, and the lines became more organized.
At precisely 9 AM, the autograph session began on time.
Some fans brought their own albums.
Those without could purchase them on-site.
Gifts weren't possible at the moment; their financial circumstances didn't allow it.
"Hello, I'm a huge fan! I'll always support you. I hope your future gets even brighter!"
"Thank you. It's my honor."
"Your song 'Ten Years' is the most beautiful I've heard all year. It reminds me of my first love."
"Thank you. Whether it's the joy of what we once had or the pain of what we've lost, yesterday is gone. Cherish the present, and tomorrow will be even brighter."
"I have a question. What exactly are the two words you sing in 'Ten Years'?"
"Close your eyes and think about what comes to mind. Those are the two words. It doesn't matter what they actually are; what matters is what they make you feel."
Shen Lang smiled warmly, answering every reasonable question with gentle patience.
Today, his focus was on showering his fans with affection.
In his previous life, he had become a music teacher out of his love for music, but that wasn't his true dream—releasing an album was.
Now, achieving it in this unexpected way felt like a dream fulfilled.
Time flew by, and before he knew it, dusk had fallen.
"Just a moment, let me take a sip of water."
While he drank, Shen Lang rotated his aching right wrist and glanced at the clock in the reception hall.
Half an hour left.
But the line remained long and crowded.
It seemed unlikely he could finish by seven.
Setting down his cup, he straightened his posture. "Let's keep going!"
"So many people! Can we even squeeze through?"
At the end of the line outside the Broadcasting Building stood a beautiful young woman.
Her jet-black short hair, paired with a few strands of bangs, radiated youthful energy.
It was Gao Yuanyuan.
She was now a devoted fan of Shen Lang.
Her admiration for him could be divided into three stages: "Drawn in by his voice," "Captivated by his talent," and "Enchanted by his looks."
It all began with the captivating melodies of "Lonely Sandbank Cold" and "Angel's Wings."
She was deeply immersed in the musical genius showcased throughout Shen Lang's entire album, Shen Lang: Radio Love Songs.
And she was utterly captivated by his sunny, handsome appearance.
When Gao Yuanyuan learned that Shen Lang would be holding an autograph session at the Yanjing Broadcasting Building, she didn't hesitate to attend.
To avoid the peak crowds, she chose to arrive later.
But upon arriving, she found the line just as long.
This is tough!
After waiting for a grueling hour, Gao Yuanyuan finally had only one person ahead of her.
She couldn't help but glance at Shen Lang.
She had known he was handsome from posters, but seeing him up close, less than two meters away, she realized the posters' clarity and accuracy fell far short. He was even more pleasing to the eye in person.
Just as Gao Yuanyuan's mind began to wander, an unexpected incident occurred.
The girl ahead of her received her autographed album, then suddenly threw her arms wide, leaned forward, and embraced Shen Lang tightly.
?!
Everyone froze in shock.
The security guard from the broadcasting station, who had been maintaining order, stood rooted to the spot.
Shen Lang's vision went completely black. Before he could react, the light returned.
What just happened?
Just now?
Was that... 36D?
Ugh, no way...
The girl's actions were swift, decisive, and precise.
She was dressed lightly, wearing only a T-shirt.
To the onlookers, it looked as if Shen Lang's entire head had been buried between two towering mountains.
"Thank you! I'll always love and support you!" the girl exclaimed, her cheeks flushed crimson as she dashed out of the Broadcasting Building.
The remaining dozen or so people in the line glared with envy, jealousy, and resentment. It was unclear whether they envied Shen Lang, resented the girl, or hated that it wasn't them.
The security guard hurried over. "Shen Lang, I'm so sorry! She was too fast—I couldn't stop her in time. Don't worry, I'll keep a sharp eye out now. This won't happen again."
Shen Lang simply nodded, thinking, It's not a big deal. What could possibly happen if it did?
After the brief interruption, the autograph session resumed.
"Hello."
"You... Gao Yuanyuan?"
"You know me?"
Shen Lang stared at Gao Yuanyuan, astonished.
Gao Yuanyuan gazed back at Shen Lang, puzzled.