Chapter 91: A Mouthful of Sweet Affection?
To enroll in the same school as his beloved, the top student deliberately scored one point less, determined to follow her footsteps onto the campus. The imagery sprang to life instantly, and netizens flooded the screens with romantic comments.
The judges were baffled: Who wants to be a judge now? Anyone else, please! They simply couldn’t handle this avalanche of romance.
Wang Fei, feeling delighted, followed Bai Yichu back to her seat across the room, until someone reminded him, “Wang Fei, your seat is on the other side!”
Realizing his mistake, Wang Fei scratched his head in embarrassment as laughter erupted around him. Lin Yu suddenly appeared at his side, looking at Bai Yichu as he helped Wang Fei out of the awkward situation.
“He just wanted to tell you that I’m willing to help you rank up.”
“Ah, yes, yes, let’s play trio ranked, heh, shall we?”
“Duo queue,” Bai Yichu replied calmly.
Wang Fei pulled at Lin Yu’s arm excitedly, “Damn! Yichu wants to duo queue with me! You can go now!”
“I meant duo queue with the King tier. I’m Diamond, I can’t queue with Bronze.”
Wang Fei fell silent.
Lin Yu turned and left. “I give you a chance, you’re useless; I help you out, and you still complain? Hilarious, go stew in your own embarrassment.”
Lin Yu had barely sat down before Wang Fei, humiliated by the laughter, slunk back and sat beside him in silence.
Lin Yu didn’t care, continuing to climb the ranks; in six minutes, he steamrolled the opposition, reaching a thirty-five star record.
Wang Fei was dumbfounded. “Holy—while I was singing, you gained five stars?!”
Lin Yu raised an eyebrow. “Basic operation, sit down.”
He manually started the next match, just selected a hero, when the host announced his and Si Shaozhe’s names.
It seemed... rivals were destined to face each other!
Lin Yu was so engrossed in the game that he’d forgotten about the competition. He had to rush onto the stage, not noticing that Wang Fei, the rascal, seized the chance to grab his phone and selected a hero Lin Yu had never played.
“Dog Yu, serves you right for flirting with my girl! I’ll tank your rank!”
“Jungle king, eh? Jungle king my ass!”
Si Shaozhe strode onto the stage with confidence, never glancing at Lin Yu, standing proudly in the center, staring straight at the judges—veterans all—without even a greeting.
Internally, he scoffed: “Just a bunch of has-beens, am I supposed to greet them? Their combined fanbase probably isn’t even half of mine!”
If the showrunners weren’t so foolish, he should be the one sitting at the judges’ table right now!
Why them? Why?
“Folks, I know you’ve been waiting a long time.”
“Now, your idol has descended upon the scene to bring you a brand-new rap song: Snow!”
“This is my original work, poured my heart into it, spent two and a half days creating it. You’re bound to love it!”
“Music, start!”
As the accompaniment began, Si Shaozhe wore a confident smile, donned sunglasses, and struck what he thought was a cool pose, sparking frenzied screams from the female fans.
He became even more smug, exhilarated like a first-place winner at an awards ceremony, his body trembling with excitement.
Lowering his raspy voice, he began his eccentric performance.
“You say I’m conceited.”
“Pitiful like a moth to the flame, bravely drowning in futility.”
“This vortex is bottomless, shedding my forced shell.”
“Your guarded look is nothing like mine.”
“Has it been too long? So long that the outcome, though desired, is left unspoken.”
“I really want to let go, but I fantasize too much, lamenting that you’re not another me in this world.”
...
Lin Yu watched Si Shaozhe’s performance on stage. He had to admit, the song was decent, but the man was a bit unhinged. And what on earth was today’s styling? Why did it look like two peaks rising from either side of his forehead and shoulders? To the uninitiated, it might look like tumors flanking his head...
The rap had its own flavor, the lyrics—well, not exactly generic pop, but more like a heap of nonsense, something no rational person could accept, though factory girls seemed to enjoy it.
Si Shaozhe’s effeminate styling, endless posturing, mediocre talent, and just enough looks with capital backing made him famous without much complexity. Lacking real talent, he’d disappear overnight once capital found a new target. There were already precedents—one of whom was now sewing so furiously in jail that smoke was rising.
His fangirls in the live stream and audience went wild, screaming themselves hoarse, their shrill cries echoing with the phrase “forever god.”
The guests present: ...
“Ahhh! Song god! Song god!”
“Rap deity! Unmatched!”
“Young master is the best! Forever god! Unbeatable!”
“Underground rap, kneel before my brother! He’s invincible!”
“That unknown singer, where does he get the courage to challenge my brother?”
“Speechless, seeing these idiotic fans is just annoying.”
“Disgusting to listen to, embarrassing +1!”
“Really speechless, his fans are everywhere, it’s irritating!”
“You haters better watch your step, my brother will sue you!”
“Hilarious, really speechless, always blackening my brother every day!”
“Upstairs, nine bucks ninety, shut your trap!”
...
Si Shaozhe took out lip balm, showing off as he applied it, then struck a pose and tossed it into the crowd, prompting his rabid fans to shriek and scramble for it.
“I’m willing to dissect my chest, reveal my fragile structure, with beating flesh and blood, don’t just throw me bones.”
“In such cold weather, don’t stay so far; come a bit closer, but snow drifts into my eyes.”
“Can’t see your bridge-playing lies, willingly imprisoned in the abyss, licking wounds and blades.”
“But snow drifts into my eyes, can’t see your bridge-playing lies.”
“Willingly imprisoned in the abyss, burning a handful of snowflakes as gunpowder.”
As he sang these lyrics, Si Shaozhe suddenly raised his hand to the sky, pointed to his forehead, then looked up with a devout expression, raising his hand again.
The audience’s attention was instantly captivated, they went mad, yelling at the stage.
His fans in the live stream flooded the screen with “ah ah ah” and “brother is so handsome,” gifts piling up.
Onstage, the guests—those unfamiliar with his style—were swept up by the atmosphere, shouting and waving along.
Si Shaozhe looked smugly at Lin Yu, as if he’d already won the competition.
Lin Yu ignored all his provocations, walking straight to the center of the stage. As he appeared, the previously cheering crowd fell silent, intent on giving Lin Yu a cold shoulder.
How dare he be the rival to their brother? He deserved nothing but the cold bench!
Outrageous!