Chapter 29: Registering for Weibo

He Nan considered himself a man of the world, someone who could remain calm regardless of the situation.

But not this time.

Because he had truly never seen such a scene before. His gaze darted back and forth between Chen Fan and Peng Jiaxin, eventually settling on the rings on their fingers.

"Hiss..." He Nan drew a sharp breath.

"Director Peng, if you don't mind me asking, what is your relationship with him?" Even with the evidence clearly before him, He Nan asked the question instinctively.

"He is my husband."

Another sharp intake of breath.

"My apologies, Mr. Chen. I was abrupt just now. I never expected Director Peng's husband to be such an outstanding creator."

"It's nothing, really. I just write novels; I wouldn't call myself outstanding."

Since Chen Fan didn't mind, Peng Jiaxin naturally didn't fuss. The worst-case scenario was simply transferring the copyright back once Chen Fan remembered his account password. She began the copyright registration process, finishing in no time. For the creator's name, she didn't hesitate to type: Chen Fan, ZJ. A little personal touch from his wife—she placed Chen Fan before ZJ.

Chen Fan was deeply touched.

Soon, the copyright registration was successful. He Nan was stunned again. Pointing at the two capitalized letters behind Chen Fan's name, he asked with a trembling voice, "Director Peng, did you make a mistake?"

"Did I?" Peng Jiaxin double-checked. It didn't look wrong to her.

Chen Fan smiled and explained the origin of the song to He Nan. He Nan drew yet another sharp breath.

"Mr. Chen, you mean you and ZJ collaborated on this song?"

Chen Fan nodded, then shook his head. "Actually, it was mostly him. I just provided a bit of inspiration."

*That in itself is incredibly impressive!* He Nan’s mind immediately echoed the same thought Peng Jiaxin had earlier: Star Ocean Company has a bright future; joining this company was the right choice!

"By the way, Mr. Chen, if possible, could I ask you to have ZJ write a song about a breakup?" He Nan’s address shifted to "Mr. Chen" quite naturally as he explained his idea.

"No problem. Does the company have a guitar?"

He Nan was dumbfounded. Peng Jiaxin looked at Chen Fan in shock as well.

"Don't misunderstand. It’s just that when ZJ and I were working on this farewell song, I happened to have the same thought as Director He. ZJ agreed it made sense, so that song was also composed at the same time."

The two of them: "......"

It was absurd, but it was *very* ZJ—fitting their impression of the genius.

"Uh... is there a problem?"

"No! I'll go get you a guitar right now!" He Nan displayed a speed that defied his physique. Less than a minute later, he returned with a clearly high-end guitar. "This is the best guitar in our company. If it doesn't feel right, just name a brand, and I'll have someone buy it immediately. I guarantee it will be here within two hours."

Chen Fan took the guitar, tested it, and said, "This one is fine. Director He, there's no need to be so formal."

He Nan didn't reply, sitting upright in his chair with a face full of anticipation. To hear two of ZJ's works in a single day—he could die without regrets.

"......"

The pressure was suddenly mounting. When it came to a breakup song, one had to talk about *Decency*.

*"Don't pile up nostalgia to make the plot melodramatic."*
*"After loving deeply for years, why ruin the classic?"*
*"We are both adults, owing nothing to each other."*
*"Wasting time was my own choice."*
*"Like an actor finishing their final curtain call."*
*"......"*

Just a few lines of lyrics captured the bitterness of a breakup. He Nan gasped. This was ZJ—you deserve your fame!

When the song ended, the two in the recording studio were too silent to speak.

"Chen Fan, tell me the truth, how many ex-girlfriends do you actually have?"

"???"

"You are my first."

"Then how could you write a song like this?" Surely, one couldn't have such profound insight without breaking up dozens of times?

"...You know, I'm just the assistant. At most, I provided some lyrical inspiration; the core was still written by ZJ."

Peng Jiaxin wiped away her tears, seemingly accepting the explanation. Chen Fan breathed a sigh of relief and looked at He Nan. "Director He, what do you think of this song?"

"It's magnificent. It reminds me of my first love in high school. Back then, we... ah, speaking of it is just full of tears." He Nan was much more expressive than Peng Jiaxin; he cried whenever he felt like it, going through several tissues.

"In that case, let's begin."

"Yes."

The two returned to the recording studio. Half an hour later, the song was recorded, and the copyright for *Decency* was registered under Peng Jiaxin’s name. Chen Fan mentioned he had nothing else to do and was heading home to his wife and child.

"These two songs will be released after the college entrance exams. Mr. Chen, please help us promote them then."

"No problem." Chen Fan intended to promote them in his reader group and in the chapter updates that day.

"In that case," He Nan pushed Chen Fan back to the computer. "You should register your Weibo account here. When the songs go live, I'll tag you, and you can just repost them."

Peng Jiaxin nodded in agreement. "Yes, Chen Fan, it won't take much time to register."

Chen Fan: "......"

*ZJ’s "close friend," the only creative partner.* This label—just thinking about it, it was bound to go viral!

Registering for Weibo was simple. With real-name verification, Chen Fan finished in a few minutes.

***

Shanghai, Weibo Headquarters.

Jiang Xingsong was a new moderator who hadn't been on the job for long. His daily work was to check for any prohibited information on Weibo.

"They said Weibo was full of trash, so where is it all?" After scrolling for ages, everything was within the guidelines, which left Jiang Xingsong feeling quite disappointed.

Suddenly, he stumbled upon an account named Chen Fan. The profile picture was simple—a guitar—with the bio: *ZJ's friend, the only designated creative partner.*

Jiang Xingsong was fed up. Eight hundred people registered every day claiming to know ZJ; they were all fakes. Aren't you guys tired of it?

Just as he was about to ban the account, Jiang Xingsong noticed the little yellow badge.

*Wait... the system verified it?!*

Jiang Xingsong drew a sharp breath. *No way, did I actually find a real one?!*

He clicked on the homepage. The bio contained only two short lines:
*Author (homepage!!!), Musician (Note: ZJ's only creative partner).*
Well, collaborating with oneself—how could that not be a partnership?

Followers: 0. Following: 1. Works: 2 (Unpublished) (Data visible only to staff).

Jiang Xingsong opened the works and clearly saw the names of Chen Fan and ZJ under "Creator." His mind went blank. With an excited heart and trembling hands, he thought: *What am I looking at? That ZJ actually collaborated with someone?!*

In the brief moment he was stunned, the follower count jumped by several hundred.

The first comment was from someone who didn't say a word, just posted an image followed by a (•̀ω•́)y.

"Followers: 1."

Below it, a crowd was worshiping the guy's speed.

Jiang Xingsong broke down. He covered his face and shouted, "Ah!"

A colleague nearby was startled and quickly asked, "Jiang Xingsong, what's wrong with you?"

"Wuwuwu, don't mind me. I just want to die in peace."

"???"

"ZJ's collaborator registered a Weibo account," Jiang Xingsong said in a resentful voice. "I was the first to see him, but I didn't click follow."

"Wait a second," his colleague interrupted. "Who did you say registered for Weibo?"

"ZJ's partner."

The voice wasn't loud, but it was enough for everyone around to hear. Everyone was dumbfounded.

*You said who registered for Weibo?*