Song Zhou raised a hand and ruffled his hair. "Why do you think you lack confidence?"
Lu Ao was completely baffled. "Why would you say that?"
"About you saying you're not famous—" Song Zhou smiled. "Did you know that almost every human social media site has photos of you?"
"No way!... Right?"
Lu Ao's firm denial faltered halfway through, and he began to hesitate. "No, why would they save my photos?"
"Because you're good-looking? Because you're lucky?" Song Zhou smiled. "You have so many good qualities. They might save your photos for all sorts of reasons."
"That sounds... ridiculous." Lu Ao said. "Even if photos were posted online before, without updates for so long, wouldn't the attention have died down?"
"Even if it had, you'd still have far more attention than an ordinary person."
Lu Ao had originally been arguing with him over how much popularity he had left, but then he suddenly realized something was wrong and looked at him. "My photos ended up online. Why are you so calm about it?"
"Why shouldn't I be?" Song Zhou smiled. "You're so wonderful. Let them look. They can't take you away."
Song Zhou had a bit of a desire to show him off too, but it was hard to say aloud.
He had kept one eye open and one eye closed, allowing Lu Ao's photos to circulate while staying within the limits. The internet now only knew that there was someone named Lu Ao who was exceptionally handsome and extraordinarily lucky. Anyone who wanted to dig up more information could find nothing. That was all the result of Song Zhou's control.
Lu Ao knew there was information about him online. Song Zhou had previously asked whether he wanted to block keywords and take down the related information, but he had