Chарtеr 22: Yоu Теll thе Story, I’ll Writе thе Sоng
[If оnlу the prizes соuld be eхchangеd fоr саsh, thаt wоuld be еvеn bеtter~] Yаng Jingzhi thought grеedily.
“Тhе prizе draws аrе оver. Friеnds whо werе sресifiсаllу waiting fоr the drаws сan leave nоw. Thеre’s still hаlf аn hоur lеft in the livestrеam—what shоuld wе dо nеxt?”
Оriginallу schedulеd fоr аn hоur, Luо Qingxu hаd managed tо finish drаwing аll thе рrizes in just half an hоur аnd wаs now stаrting to “ushеr out the guеsts.”
【Оnе in 500,000! Аt the start, thеrе were оnly arоund 10,000 реоplе оnline!】
【Missed out on billions! Thе treаsurе gоt disсоverеd by everуonе, making mе miss the grаnd prize.】
【The young lady is so decisive, I love it!】
【I’m a bit rebellious—I’m staying right here.】
【Leaving now, but leaving a follow so we can meet again someday.】
【We could keep sharing snacks or playing games.】
The number of online viewers in the livestream plummeted instantly, but there were still over 200,000 people online.
“I’ve already eaten enough. If I play games now, my manager’s big knife will come for me.”
“Let’s play something big. This game is called: You Tell the Story, I’ll Write the Song.”
“We’ll do a random live connection. Tell your story, and I’ll write a song on the spot based on what you share.”
【Intense! Are we playing this big?】
【A story? My life is plain and boring—I don’t have any stories. It’s up to you all.】
【I have stories and wine, all I’m missing is a BGM.】
【This sounds fun, I’m calling my bestie over.】
【Hold on~ I’m calling in my allies again.】
…
The livestream, which had just cooled down, saw its online numbers skyrocket again—it was all about riding the wave.
“Xiao Kui, are you ready? We’re about to start the connection.”
Xiao Kui: Is this… too much?
Without any warning, she was thrown into the deep end—this was all about adrenaline! Xiao Kui finally understood how Sister Jun felt.
“Wait a moment! I’ll be ready soon.”
While moving the piano to a suitable position, Xiao Kui quickly edited a message to report to Sister Jun and Manager Han.
If the livestream ended up going off the rails later, would it work if she cut the power and pretended there was a blackout to interrupt the broadcast?
After stalling for a few minutes, Xiao Kui could only helplessly signal to Luo Qingxu that she could begin.
“Now, let’s start grabbing the mic. 3~2~1! Begin!”
“Let’s welcome Loved a Sheep. Please share your story.”
On the other side, Yang Jingzhi never expected the goddess of luck to visit her twice in one day. Flustered, she put on her headphones.
【Isn’t this the same Loved a Sheep who snatched my ultimate prize earlier?】
【Reporting—someone bribed the goddess of luck.】
【I knew there had to be a script. Everything was planned.】
【There aren’t that many coincidences in the world—just the careful intentions of certain people.】
“Loved a Sheep? Are you the winner of the earlier grand prize?”
Luo Qingxu herself felt this was too much of a coincidence, and sure enough, some people in the comments were trying to stir up trouble.
“Yes. Thank you, Miss Luo. There really isn’t a script. I don’t know why it just…”
The Female Singer on the other end seemed cautious, her Voice so soft it was as if she was afraid of disturbing something, as though she had done something wrong.
“No script! It’s all fate. To those constantly spamming with doubts, exit left, and don’t let the door hit you on the way out. Hello, miss, please continue.”
Luo Qingxu had always hated internet trolls who relentlessly spammed with negativity and didn’t hesitate to clap back.”Miss Luo, I have a request. I know it’s an excessive one, but could you… could you exchange the grand prize for cash instead? Or… if anyone in the livestream needs it, I can sell it directly to you.”
Yang Jingzhi understood very well that what she lacked was money. Even if she kept the jewelry necklace, it would ultimately end up being sold.
[Ah? This girl is so ungrateful!]
[Isn’t this too much? Winning the prize and still wanting to exchange it for cash?]
[A modern version of the farmer and the snake! Miss Luo, don’t agree to it!]
[So excessive! Just won the prize and already trying to sell it in the host’s livestream?]
[Is she treating the host like a fool? Taking advantage of everything!]
The comments instantly exploded, with almost everyone unanimously “condemning” Yang Jingzhi, who was currently connected.
“Do you have some difficulties?”
Upon hearing this, Luo Qingxu didn’t react with the same indignation as the comments. Instead, she patiently inquired.
“You don’t have to give me the full amount. 150,000, or even 100,000 is fine. I really have no choice&**… medical expenses can’t wait. I’ll pay you back in the future. I can write you an IOU, please believe me%…”
The Voice on the other end was already choked up, and her logic was somewhat muddled. It was clear she was genuinely anxious and deeply embarrassed.
“Don’t rush! Don’t rush! Calm down and speak slowly.”
“I was born in the mountains of Z Province. Since I was young…”
Listening to Yang Jingzhi’s story, which she had reorganized in her thoughts, the direction of the comments instantly shifted.
[So pitiful~ Sorry, I was too harsh earlier.]
[Domestic violence only happens zero times or countless times.]
[Host, just agree to her. You’re not short on money anyway.]
[Miss Luo, open up donations. I’ll donate some pocket money to this sister.]
[This is called ‘misfortune turns to blessing.’ Today, you’ve met your benefactor.]
[How is your luck so good? So many people are worse off than you, and no one helps them.]
In the comments, emotions of sympathy, jealousy, and teasing intertwined, creating a complex mix of feelings.
[Lord Yuwei: Host, 200,000. Give me the necklace, and give the money to this girl.]
At that moment, a comment that seemed to ride in on a rainbow of colorful clouds, shining with golden light, instantly filled the entire livestream screen. It was a unique effect only available to top-ranked platform big shots.
[Ah! It’s Lord Yuwei!]
[Lord Yuwei has arrived!]
[Rich sister, look at me! I need it too (°‵′)]
Lord Yuwei was one of the renowned big shots on the livestream platform, ranking third in total donations. She usually enjoyed watching handsome guys dance in the dance section, so her appearance today was truly unexpected.
“Loved a Sheep, is this okay? The necklace goes to Lord Yuwei, and the money goes to you.”
“No, no, no, it doesn’t have to be that much. Just 100,000 is enough for me.”
Yang Jingzhi already felt that fate had been too kind to her and didn’t want to take more than she intended.
[Lord Yuwei: Are you looking down on me? I just missed out on buying this necklace. Consider it a fair exchange.]
In a villa in City B, Yu Weiya replied domineeringly. She had seen the trending recommendation on the homepage about someone writing a song live and clicked in out of interest.
Unexpectedly, she happened to hear Yang Jingzhi recount her experiences. Moved by compassion, she Open Mouth to Sing. In truth, she had already purchased that necklace.
Besides, she donated more than 200,000 every day. This small amount of money really wasn’t a concern for her. She simply saw it as doing a good deed for the day and showing kindness.”Thank you, Lord Yuwei. Loved a Sheep, based on the address you provided, a Luo Shen staff member will contact you shortly. If the situation is verified, I will personally contribute an additional 50,000 yuan.”
Luo Qingxu directly Made the Decision, settling the matter with finality. Without Lord Yuwei’s involvement, Luo Qingxu would have provided the money herself. But since Lord Yuwei stepped forward, she decided to let him have this good deed.
Seeing Luo Qingxu Make the Decision, Yang Jingzhi no longer refused. Choking back tears, she repeatedly said, “Thank you, streamer. Thank you, Lord Yuwei.”
With this money, her mother could undergo surgery, and there would even be enough left for post-operative recovery. Her younger sister wouldn’t have to drop out of school to make ends meet.
The bitter winter had finally welcomed its own warm spring.
I will definitely find a way to repay Luo Qingxu and Lord Yuwei. From today onward, I am Luo Qingxu’s most loyal fan. Yang Jingzhi silently thought to herself.
“Now that the story is over, let’s get to the main event. As promised, I’ll compose a song live. Xiao Kui, please point the Camera Lens toward the piano.”
【Good people get good rewards! The streamer and Lord Yuwei are so generous!】
【Peanuts, melon seeds, eight-treasure porridge, beer, drinks, mineral water—move your legs, please!】
【Waiting for the crash and burn, ready to see her get humiliated.】
【The show’s over, just end the stream already. Still waiting for a crash?】
【Don’t you know who Luo Qingxu and Lord Yuwei are? Why would they need to put on an act?】
【Just end the stream already. Stop trying to create this ‘genius girl’ persona.】
【Look Forward To it! What kind of song will Luo Qingxu write?】
【The wealthy young lady is in a tough spot—this is entertaining.】
Xiao Kui… sobs Why hasn’t Sister Jun replied yet? Should I unplug the internet or cut the power now?
After hearing Yang Jingzhi’s story, Luo Qingxu already had a melody in mind.
She picked up a blank sheet of paper and began writing, sketching, and revising. A few minutes later, she looked up and stood up!
【Is she for real? Did anyone see what the young lady wrote?】
【That fast? Could it have been prepared in advance?】
【Get lost! Why question everything? Just watch.】
【The Camera Lens is pointed at the piano now, can’t see what Luo Qingxu wrote.】
【You’re kidding. A song in just a few minutes?】
【Is she serious? I thought it would take half an hour to write a song, and then she’d just end the stream.】
Luo Qingxu paid no attention to the doubts in the comments. She sat directly at the piano, gently placing her hands on the keys, her fingers slightly curved like butterflies about to take flight.
As the music began, her fingertips danced gracefully across the black and white keys, each powerful note flowing from her fingers.
At first, the rhythm was a bit hesitant, but gradually, it grew more lively and the melody smoother. The listeners in the stream were unconsciously drawn in.
【So beautiful. I feel like I understand Loved a Sheep’s story now.】
【It’s a new song! I’ve never heard this melody before.】
【My heart aches for that girl, but I also admire her strength.】
【Genius girl—Luo Qingxu! We’re witnessing the birth of a genius.】
【Wait, didn’t people say Luo Qingxu was useless before?】
【Take online talk with a grain of salt. It’s all a mix of truth and lies.】
【If this level is called useless, then what am I? Even calling me trash would be an insult.】
【Humans are evolving in secret. Why didn’t they take me along?】
As the final note slowly faded, all the doubts turned into praise and disbelief.Luo Qingxu slowly raised her head, a hint of calm confidence in her eyes, and softly began:
“This song is freshly made, and I haven’t fully mastered it yet. This time, I’ll fill in the lyrics.”
[No way, she’s improvising lyrics on the spot?!]
[I’m getting goosebumps—am I witnessing a miracle?]
[Is a new brain really that good?]
[Composing and writing lyrics live! That’s beyond unbelievable—it’s downright insane!]
“A Diao lives somewhere in Tibet,
Perched atop the mountain like a vulture…”
As soon as Luo Qingxu opened her mouth to sing, the barrage of comments instantly cleared. Silence fell over West Lake’s Broken Bridge tonight…
“Mr. Zhang, it was a pleasure working with you. Take care!”
Having just bid farewell to the client’s representative, Fei Jiajun pulled out her phone and saw the message from Xiao Kui. She nearly fainted on the spot.
She quickly clicked into Luo Qingxu’s livestream to see what she was up to.
The moment she entered, she was nearly sent to the afterlife by Luo Qingxu’s voice, which sounded as if it had been beaten up by God.
Glancing at the comments, she saw plenty of criticism, but the song itself received high praise. Her anxious heart finally settled.
[Nightmare! The nightmare of the National Style Grand Prize live performance is back!]
[Does the internet have no memory? Who on earth allowed her to sing?]
[Others sing for money, but you sing for lives—I’m tired of saying it.]
Her fingers danced across the keys as the piano melody continued. Luo Qingxu ignored the barrage of comments, completely immersed in her own singing.
“Under the gray brim of your hat,
Your sunken cheeks,
You rarely speak,
Your answers simple and brief.
Where is tomorrow?
Who will care for you?
Even if you fall on the road…”
[Are netizens’ lives not lives?! (Emoji: Smile) ×3]
[The lyrics are truly inspiring, if you ignore Luo Qingxu’s demonic voice.]
[Isn’t this just the howling you hear at a regular KTV?]
[Help, I actually think it sounds kind of good! Am I a masochist?]
[Her speaking voice is quite pleasant—how does she manage to go off-key to this extent?]
“Fate is full of twists,
Obsessed yet indifferent,
Bidding farewell to youth,
Countless stations along the way.
Content with the ordinary,
Yet unwilling to be defeated by it.
You are A Diao,
You are a free bird.”
Indeed, music is the best way to relieve stress, and singing it yourself doubles the effect.
Having another chance to sing, Luo Qingxu felt utterly satisfied. As for everyone else, they must already be immersed in her singing.
Yes, Luo Qingxu was that confident. So what if she went off-key? It’s normal!
As for the negative comments, Luo Qingxu believed those people were just jealous—jealous of her beauty, talent, and singing voice.
[The lyrics and melody are perfect; the performance can be ignored.]
[I don’t know how to describe it—I just feel it’s really good. Let the cultured ones evaluate it.]
[She wasn’t defeated by hardship; instead, she let the pain become nourishment for her growth, ultimately blossoming into a beautiful flower of life.]
[The struggle against fate and the soaring upward aren’t just sung for Sister Yang—they’re sung for every one of us who refuses to be ordinary, who remains steadfast and free-spirited.]
[Even if we fall, we get back up and bravely say no to fate!]
[This song truly captures the mindset of those facing adversity—no perfect life, no perfect family, no perfect job, disappointment everywhere. But so what? I still fight back against all suffering like an eagle!]【I almost wanted to cry listening to this, but I really couldn’t shed a tear—in fact, I even felt like laughing, hahahaha, Young Master Luo truly didn’t hit a single note in tune】
【I beg you, please find a good singer to perform this (emoji: pleading). You sang wonderfully, but we’re simply not worthy of enjoying it】
…
Fei Jiajun finally let out a sigh of relief. The quality of this song was confirmed—excellent!
She had been genuinely worried that Luo Qingxu would get criticized. Those online trolls nowadays are even more terrifying than locusts; at the slightest sign of trouble, they can instantly drown someone in a flood of insults.
“Ah, there are still 10 minutes left until the livestream ends. How about we wrap things up quickly and do one more song?”
Fei Jiajun: …
I spoke too soon! This troublesome kid really knows how to stir things up!
“A Diao,” Original Singer/Lyricist/Composer: Zhao Lei. The version used here is Zhang Shaohan’s rendition. I really adore Zhang Shaohan’s Voice—it’s so powerful and penetrating.