Di Youyou finished preparing lunch and proactively sent a voice message to Li Jingmo via WeChat.
However, there was no reply for a long time.
Di Youyou reminded Li Jingmo to eat on time and sent him a photo of her morning meal to reassure him.
By 2 p.m., Di Youyou was punctually waiting in front of the official livestream account of SingBar, operated by Star Emperor Entertainment.
Fans had already flooded the comment section and public chat, leaving no space unfilled.
There were all kinds of insults.
Di Youyou wasn’t in a hurry to jump into the fray. Instead, she familiarized herself with all the guest participants for this preliminary round of Star Emperor Entertainment’s “King of Singers” program.
There were thirty-five contestants in total participating in this livestream competition.
Netizens would vote to select the twenty most popular singers to advance to the subsequent live semifinals and finals.
To be honest, someone like Li Jingmo—a relatively obscure figure—was essentially cannon fodder for the opening round. There was simply no chance he would be selected for the later stages of the competition.
Bringing out these inexperienced newcomers with little audience appeal was purely to serve as supporting “green leaves” to set off the main attractions.
At 2:30 p.m., fiery dance music combined with fireworks displays on stage successfully captured the audience’s attention.
The host delivered an enthusiastic opening speech and promptly invited the first guest performer.
The first to take the stage was the long-reigning king of Chinese pop, Fu Jie, who had enjoyed twenty years of fame.
His performance of a love song known to everyone instantly boosted the livestream’s likes by two million.
After Fu Jie finished singing, the host offered a few polite compliments before urging viewers to vote for him.
The host professionally explained the rules and schedule of the “Who is the King of Singers” program, instructed fans on how to participate, and finally thanked several wealthy sponsor “daddies.”
Only then was the second contestant invited on stage.
[Not interested. Can we skip this guy quickly?]
[Young man, stop twisting around.
I admit you have some skills, but that’s all you’ve got.
Later, kneel down and keep your eyes wide open to watch my idol’s performance. Learn what true boy-band-level singing and dancing look like before trying to make it in this circle.]
…
[This hurts my eyes. Help.]
[When will livestreams have a fast-forward feature? Or maybe a “dislike” button to skip to ads, then return when the next contestant appears? I’m serious.]
This time, the performer was a young singer-dancer. Since the audience knew more popular stars were coming up later, they paid little attention to this act. Some even typed requests in the public chat asking him to leave.
Di Youyou could already predict how viciously these foul-mouthed people would trash Li Jingmo when he appeared on stage.
Di Youyou hurried back to her room to fetch her Hundred Blessings bag and rummaged through it until she found a yellow talisman.
Then, switching to a split-screen view, she opened a coding app on her phone and fiddled around for a bit.
Somehow, she managed to switch the reward window connected to the MoYin platform into developer mode.
Inside, she created a series of extravagant, custom reward animations specifically for herself.
Thinking they could eliminate her Guoguo later? Dream on!
Since Li Jingmo couldn’t rely on his own strength, Di Youyou would break through from the outside. She’d make sure all sixty thousand viewers would become curious about Li Jingmo. With just that bit of curiosity, she could rally enough votes to push him to first place.
It wasn’t that Di Youyou had much confidence in her own unconventional methods, but rather that one should never underestimate the morbid curiosity of this generation of netizens who seem willing to taste anything just to see how salty or bland it is.
After all this fuss, an hour had already passed.
Finally, the barrage began to fill with messages speculating about Li Jingmo’s illegitimate child even before the topic was officially introduced.
Di Youyou: “…”
What the hell?
She had actually been rumored by these netizens with wildly imaginative minds to be Li Jingmo’s illegitimate daughter?
Di Youyou was so angry she laughed outright.
“Hah!”
Seriously, had these people’s moral compasses been collectively dumped in the trash?
How old was she? How old was Li Jingmo? And how old were these nosy netizens who had nothing better to do?
No matter how lustful Li Jingmo might be, he couldn’t possibly have fathered a child at fifteen, could he?
【It’s true, I saw it with my own eyes.
I was at Capital Airport at the time, that father and daughter were kissing so affectionately…】
Di Youyou closed her eyes, deciding not to argue with fools.
Go ahead and say whatever you want. If I can’t deal with you gossipmongers, my name isn’t Di Youyou.
The host finally introduced Li Jingmo.
As expected, the barrage was so densely packed with hateful comments from anti-fans that even the host’s pristine porcelain-white teeth became invisible.
All that could be seen was his nostrils swallowing up a line of small text in one gulp.
Di Youyou sighed, closed her eyes tightly, and raised an eyebrow.
Her right hand holding the yellow talisman paper swayed left three times, right three times, while she muttered incantations that normal people couldn’t understand.
A strange flame suddenly emerged from Di Youyou’s fingertip, growing large enough to engulf the yellow talisman.
The next second, the talisman turned to ash, and the flame disappeared.
If anyone had been standing before Di Youyou, they would have surely been scared out of their wits by this sight.
The miraculous thing was that after Di Youyou burned the talisman, the barrage on the live stream’s public screen immediately decreased by two-thirds.
Everyone felt quite unaccustomed to such a clean and clear live stream all at once.
Some anti-fans refused to believe it was real, but whenever they tried to type anything bad about Li Jingmo, their messages simply wouldn’t send.
Tentatively, they tried praising Li Jingmo against their conscience, saying “Brother Li Jingmo is very handsome.”
And it passed review instantly~
Anti-fans: “…”
Had their phones been hacked, or had the live stream been hacked?
Li Jingmo had no idea what his good little sister had done. He had spent the entire morning battling with his manager.
In the end, he compromised because of money.
He had already refused this program before—it was practically suicidal and would only ruin his reputation. He wasn’t actually stupid.
But the company kept threatening to blacklist him, forcing him to participate.
That morning, they called him to the company and berated him for over three hours.
Now he was taking the stage on an empty stomach without even having breakfast. It would be a miracle if he could sing well in this state.
Because Li Jingmo was the last person the company dragged in as a last-minute replacement, they didn’t even have time to prepare an accompaniment track for him.
So he could only take the stage with a guitar, accompanying himself while singing.
Di Youyou saw that everyone else had dance groups and luxurious accompaniment bands.
But when it came to her Guoguo, he just walked on stage carrying a worn-out guitar and a shabby chair.
The little one felt so angry her nose tingled with emotion.
Li Jingmo had originally been nervous, but unexpectedly, once he got on stage, he felt even more confident. That was because the anti-fans who had been cursing him behind his back were now suffering backlash.
Naturally, Li Jingmo, as the person involved, conversely felt good everywhere.
Anti-fans had their throats go hoarse, choked on cold water, accidentally bit their tongues, knocked out their front teeth…
It was downright bizarre. After the livestream ended, some imaginative individuals brought up these incidents, which immediately resonated with countless people.
As everyone recounted their experiences in detail, the final analysis suggested it might be related to Li Jingmo!
[No wonder! I was wondering why every time I thought about cursing him, my forehead would ache as if someone had clubbed me from behind.]