The incident happened suddenly, but David Brooks still immediately sent someone to record and analyze the data. There were quite a few PPTs; Henry Foster stayed silent and listened quietly, his eyes occasionally glancing at Logan Brooks, who was slumped over the table and almost falling asleep.

“It’s pretty much like this. Not only are the numbers on Weibo and Baidu Index high, but even on some less active sites, the data is quite impressive.” The assistant smiled. “It’s even hotter than when Kaleido debuted.”

With his eyes closed, Logan Brooks suddenly let out a mocking laugh.

So he wasn’t actually asleep. Henry Foster glanced at him, not expecting the guy to open his eyes at the same time. The two of them locked eyes unexpectedly. Logan Brooks had a pair of long, deep-set eyes, with sharp contrast between black and white, giving off a strong sense of aggression.

“Although it was an accident, the popularity is real. You all know that Kaleido’s development over the past two years hasn’t been ideal.” David Brooks’s eyes darted back and forth between the two of them. “The reason we’re having this meeting today is to discuss the next steps.”

Henry Foster was well aware that the boss was quite generous when it came to the artists. Even though they’d been lukewarm for two years since debut, he never forced them to take on a crazy number of gigs to boost exposure—unless the artists themselves requested it.

To be fair, the group’s debut was pretty rushed, and they were once mocked as “five leftovers plus one parachuted connection.”

Back then, it was because their senior group had made a name for themselves, especially with the group’s visual, Simon Scott, being quite popular. Riding that wave, Xingtu wanted to launch a new boy group, and as a former top trainee from a big company, Henry Foster was naturally the undisputed center.

Another main dancer, Owen Clark, had previously won a street dance competition, but after the contest, he was kicked out of his original dance crew due to unfair profit distribution. After several twists and turns, he ended up at Xingtu. The main vocalist, Caleb Grant, was born with a great voice and had participated in children’s singing competitions as a kid, but only got second place because of a “connection.” At seventeen, he joined another talent show, but again, without the right connections, he only made it to the finals. Later, he was scouted by Xingtu and became a trainee, training for three and a half years before debuting.

The leader, Samuel Reed, was a student at the Central Conservatory of Music and played the guzheng beautifully. Unfortunately, his family was poor, and to support his younger sister, he once became a livestreamer playing guzheng, but since he didn’t show his face, he wasn’t very popular. He was discovered by a Xingtu scout and became a trainee.

The two rap members seemed even more “mysterious” among idol trainees. Brian Harris had been in underground bands since he was young, and had also performed and DJed at bars. He was quite talented in electronic music, but never mentioned where his family was or anything about them. Logan Brooks was the only one among them born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He parachuted into the group before debut, disrupting all previous plans and arrangements, and was inserted as the young master.

But it was undeniable that Logan Brooks’s rap skills and songwriting ability were absolutely top-tier in the industry. He was only nineteen after two years since debut, with family background, talent, and looks all maxed out—it was hard not to be arrogant.

“I’m not doing it.” Logan Brooks said bluntly. One hand propped up his cheek, while the other picked up a pen from the table and started spinning it.

David Brooks didn’t seem to care much and turned to Henry Foster, continuing, “The planning department worked overtime to give me a new proposal.” The assistant handed out the proposal, and David Brooks got straight to the point. “The company is planning to readjust your marketing. To put it simply, you and Little Logan will be marketed as a CP. You don’t need to act overly close, just be normal, show a bit of team camaraderie.”

This hit both of them right in the heart. The two had never gotten along since debut, neither thinking much of the other. Henry Foster’s way of showing dislike was to avoid contact, while Logan Brooks was different—he’d occasionally pull some nasty tricks.

Otherwise, this wouldn’t have happened.

“This is a great opportunity. As long as you seize this wave of popularity, your future development will definitely reach a new level.”

Henry Foster stared at the proposal in silence for a few seconds. He thought about all the big and small conflicts between him and Logan Brooks over the past two years. If things went on as before, he could still avoid him as much as possible and maintain harmony within the group. But if he agreed to this...

The consequences would be unimaginable.

He looked up. “Boss, let’s forget it. I don’t really want to form a CP.”

As soon as he finished speaking, before the boss could respond, someone across the table lost their temper first. “You don’t want to form a CP with me?”

“Give me a reason to convince me.” Logan Brooks raised an eyebrow, his gaze playful. “Am I not good-looking enough, or not rich enough?”

His implication was obvious. Henry Foster’s expression didn’t change, and he didn’t answer.

“So, Little Logan, you really want to form a CP, huh?” David Brooks nodded at Ethan Carter. “Write it down, Youngest agreed.”

Little Logan rolled his eyes, lifelessly. “No.”

“You seem pretty eager.” David Brooks couldn’t be bothered to argue with the troublemaker and turned his gaze back to Henry Foster. “Juexia, this isn’t just about the two of you, it’s about the whole group. Honestly, it’s fine if you don’t want to, you’ll just miss a chance to break out. But on the other hand, netizens have already dug up your old videos. Once the hype starts, it spreads on its own. Even if you don’t actively market yourselves as a CP, from the moment you hit the trending topics yesterday, you’ve already been passively tied together.”

In other words, it’s better to go with the flow and turn passivity into initiative.