Henry Foster was silent for a few seconds, somewhat liking his honesty: “As long as you’re a decent person, nothing else matters. I think you’re a perfect fit for this ad campaign. Our company is one of Mist’s partners. Let’s meet first, and if you’re interested, you can sign with us. We’re especially eager to recommend you for this commercial.”

Mist’s new information-blocking agent this time is ice cream flavored, and no Omega is more suited to the image than Andrew Bennett.

After meeting, Andrew Bennett looked over the contract. The pay was acceptable, and the work wouldn’t be too difficult, so he checked out the company—Star Realm. It had only been registered for a few years and seemed like a small-scale company.

He agreed.

Who could have guessed that this seemingly small company was nothing like he imagined? Just one of their artists was enough to make the name thunderous: William Clark.

Andrew Bennett wondered if he’d been blind at the time.

He reopened Star Realm’s encyclopedia page, and William Clark’s name was right there, first in the artist section, so obvious, yet he hadn’t noticed it before.

He was instantly petrified.

Damn, this means he and William Clark are now in the same agency!!

No wonder there was so much discussion after he mentioned signing with Star Realm last night.

It was precisely because of William Clark that he quietly made it onto the trending searches, gained tens of thousands of new followers overnight, and even the first daily post on his homepage broke ten thousand comments—a stark contrast to his other posts, which usually only had a few hundred. Normally, his Flow was pretty cold, but just mentioning it in a livestream let him witness the power of traffic.

Among the comments, aside from some sarcastic ones accusing him of riding the hype, there were also many of William Clark’s fans thanking him under his post.

[5555 Oppa really clapped back at the haters, love it]

[When you get to the company, please comfort my Che, I’m begging you]

[Thank you Zhouzhou for speaking up for our brother. From today, I’m your casual fan]

Andrew Bennett still couldn’t quite process it.

William Clark was just too distant for him. Even though he knew he’d be an artist after signing, he’d never fantasized about actually meeting William Clark.

He hadn’t even really stanned him as a real person, simply because it was hard for ordinary people to imagine what William Clark was like in real life. William Clark only existed on giant holographic posters, in the news, at concerts, and in digital albums.

Those deep amber eyes, that aloof expression, and that overwhelming aura—he was practically godlike, just like the song “Planet,” belonging to the dazzling galaxy.

Unable to hide his excitement, he moved his fingers to reply to one of the top comments: I’m honored【mua】.

Only after replying did he feel unbearably awkward—he hadn’t even met William Clark in person.

Stay calm.

Andrew Bennett told himself to stay calm.

He composed himself, took the small cake he’d bought the day before out of the fridge, and ate it. While eating, he thought, well, it’s my birthday—let’s treat this news as a birthday surprise for myself.

But he was still so excited!!

Just after he finished eating, Henry Foster came to pick him up. Andrew Bennett changed clothes, went downstairs, and waited by the roadside. He was simply wearing a beige chunky knit sweater, exuding a lean, upright, youthful vibe.

It was snowing lightly outside, and passersby occasionally turned to look at him, as if recognizing him.

Andrew Bennett pretended nothing was happening while thinking: Next time I should wear a mask when I go out. Accidentally caught a huge wave of attention last night—if a hater recognizes me, that’d be bad… Staying safe is more important.

He stood there, his features calm, with a unique, cool indifference.

As soon as Henry Foster’s car stopped, he jumped in excitedly: “Mr. Foster, William Clark is in our company too?!!”

Last night, Henry Foster had also watched Andrew Bennett’s livestream and was overall satisfied—having a natural trending physique was great. After a few interactions, he’d gotten a sense of Andrew Bennett: this kid was the type whose inside and outside were totally different, and his aloof persona could collapse at any moment.

Henry Foster was chubby, and when he smiled, he looked like a laughing Buddha: “What, you’re his fan? And you’re only finding out now? That’s pretty unqualified, isn’t it?”

At the company’s New Year’s party, all the artists were supposed to attend. Andrew Bennett’s eyes sparkled: “Will I get to see him tonight? Like, up close, maybe even shake hands?”

Henry Foster used to be an agent’s assistant and didn’t interact much with celebrities. He’d only recently been promoted to agent. Andrew Bennett was the first artist he’d signed himself, so he was especially attentive, handling everything personally and with great patience.

Seeing how expectant and nervous Andrew Bennett looked, Henry Foster said, “That’s hard to say. William Clark’s moods are unpredictable—if he’s happy, he’ll come; if not, he won’t. He’s used to his freedom, and no one can control him. I rarely see him at the company myself.”

William Clark isn’t an ordinary person. Even if he and William Clark are signed to the same company, it doesn’t mean he’ll actually get to meet William Clark.

Andrew Bennett slowly realized this and let out an “ah,” feeling a bit disappointed.

Henry Foster noticed his reaction: “Do you like William Clark that much?”