Roommate Pretends to be the Sister of A Top Star

Sure enough, Landon's team's nonchalance only encouraged Mia to be even more brazen.

At school, she was treated like royalty.

She reveled in being the center of attention, basking in the adoration.

Lines of people formed to deliver gifts to her.

Every day, she returned to her dorm carrying large bags as if she were stocking up on supplies.

I originally wanted to stay out of it, but seeing that these gifts were from Landon's fans—mostly ordinary students—made me uneasy.

The packaging and brands indicated that these gifts were quite expensive, possibly even a month's worth of their living expenses.

I couldn't hold back any longer. "I remember Landon doesn't accept fan gifts. Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Mia's smile froze, and she shot me a cryptic look before pushing aside the piles of luxury items on her desk, her eyes showing a hint of grievance.

"Kate is right. You should take these back."

A chorus of protests erupted immediately. "No, Mia, these are our heartfelt gifts!"

Mia pouted and pretended to struggle. "But Kate's right. Even though I'm trying to help, others might think I'm taking advantage. It's really difficult for me, too."

Her words shifted the focus onto me.

The crowd began to voice their displeasure.

"These are for Landon, and Mia is just helping us pass them along. Who are you to criticize her?"

"Yeah, who do you think you are, sticking your nose into things?"

"Exactly. We're giving these to her voluntarily."

One girl even broke down in tears. "Landon loves this brand of perfume. I spent two months' worth of living expenses to buy it. If Mia doesn't accept it, you need to make it right."

The fans were moved by the girl's tears, comforting her while casting resentful glances at me.

It was my first real encounter with fanatical fans.

Everyone's lives were hard, and their money didn't grow on trees. Landon had repeatedly turned down support, gifts, and airport meet-and-greet.

Despite his clear stance, these fans chose to ignore it, using their misguided sense of devotion to justify their actions.

It wasn't love—it was just a way for them to indulge their own desires.

Flora looked at me with disdain. "You're just jealous of Mia. Someone like you, who's never seen anything like this, should focus on your own issues rather than lecturing others. You're just a broke loser."

After hurling insults, they went back to fawning over Mia.

She played the part of the demure recipient perfectly. "Since everyone is so enthusiastic, I'll reluctantly accept," she said with a smug look.

The fans were overjoyed, praising her for her beauty and kindness.

I rolled my eyes in exasperation.

Suddenly, I caught Mia's gaze. Her eyes sparkled with smugness and defiance.

From that day on, she accepted gifts with increasing ease.

Every time she returned to the dorm, she'd do nothing but unwrap presents. When she noticed me watching her, she'd cover her mouth and giggle. "I told them not to, but they insisted. What can I do?"

I just sighed.