YM778.TV Chapter 67 - 67: Explosive!
The technician hurriedly handed over the laptop.
Upon seeing the data, the producer was utterly shocked. “This… this can’t be.”
Due to vote manipulation, the data on the front-end differed significantly from the real numbers on the back-end.
The front-end showed the manipulated results, while the back-end revealed the real voting data from the fans.
The system was designed to suppress Xie Yu’s votes, ensuring that Lu Yan always ranked higher.
However, nobody expected that Xie Yu’s stage performance would boost his fans’ enthusiasm to such an extent that it crashed the system. Despite being manipulated, the back-end couldn’t keep up.
No.l Xie Yu
No.2 Lu Yan 11,890,127
The difference was just over a hundred thousand votes.
However, the real data in the back-end showed:
No.l Xie Yu
No.2 Lu Yan 9,983,123
Lu Yan’s vote count was a mere fraction of Xie Yu’s!
The producer never anticipated that Xie Yu’s popularity could soar to such heights, even surpassing the manipulated numbers.
The situation was terrifying.
“Pr—Producer!” The technician suddenly called out again, “Si Fuqing! Si
Fuqing, she…”
“What about her?” The producer was visibly irate, barely containing his fury,
“Don’t tell me she could be in first place too.”
The mentor group’s voting didn’t require in-app purchases. Each ID had five votes per day.
But most fans were busy voting for trainees and only occasionally voted for mentors.
However, Lin Qingyan was different. Being an idol and a celebrity, she naturally had a high number of votes.
“It’s possible,” the technician stuttered, “At least for now, she’s already surpassed Teacher Li!”
The producer put down his water glass and looked again at the mentor voting data, almost having a cardiac arrest from sheer frustration.
In such a short span of time, Si Fuqing’s votes had skyrocketed from a handful to several hundred thousand.
Meanwhile, Xie Yu’s fans were still voting furiously, showing no signs of stopping.
[I swear, Xie Yu’s solo dances were already fantastic, but one can see how far he was from a professional dancer. Yet in just a week, his improvement is astounding!]
[Si Fuqing is a hidden gem! What kind of teaching quality is this?]
[What are you waiting for? Vote now, let’s surpass that green-tea bit*h Lin ! ]
[Don’t worry, we’ll surpass green-tea bit*h Lin in no time. Go, Teacher Si!]
[I don’t know if Xie Yu chose Si Fuqing voluntarily, but as of today, she is the only mentor I acknowledge.]
Down on the floor, Lin Qingyan’s face flushed red with anger.
What could Si Fuqingpossibly teach?
To train Xie Yu to perform like this?
Impossible!
If Si Fuqing were so skilled, she wouldn’t be universally panned online.
Lin Qingyan took a deep breath; her body trembled uncontrollably. Her nails had dug into her palms, leaving red marks.
Lin Qingyan closed her eyes and when she opened them, her expression had turned dark.
She couldn’t wait any longer; she had to act fast to suppress Si Fuqing.
Otherwise, who knew what uncontrollable things might happen next.
Lin Qingyan composed herself and flashed a perfect smile, her focus returning to the stage.
At the venue, the fans had gone wild, their screams and cheers reaching new heights.
Yu! Xie Yu!”
“Center! Center!”
“Xie Yu is so cool,” Xu Xiyun eyes sparkled like stars. “I want to ask if he has a sister so I can marry into his family!”
Si Fuqing paused, her expression a mix of amusement and bewilderment. “You’re rather lucky to have a thought process like that.”
“Huh?”
“Never mind, it’s just that simple minds lead simple lives.”
Xu Xiyun:
Si Fuqing took the last sip of her cokeand was about to stand up when a sudden roar of voices nearly pierced her eardrums.
“Teacher Si! Teacher Si, thank you! We love you!”
“Teacher Si! Look over here! Ahhhh!”
“Teacher Si, go for it!”
Si Fuqing turned her head, her face adorned with a polite smile, yet her heart remained untouched.
Was she not lying low enough?
Could they not leave her alone?
Just as she was about to avert her gaze, her eyes caught Yu Xiheng sitting in a corner. A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a subtle, knowing smile.
Yu Xiheng met her gaze steadily, his eyes unwavering.
Their eyes met only for a fleeting second, but the eagle-eyed fans didn’t miss it.
[Did Si Fuqing see something? Her eyes lit up.]
[I don’t know, but her eyes are really shining. Could she please take off her makeup? With eyes like those, her face can’t be that bad, right?] [Sorry, my eyes only light up like that for money and food.]
[Same, if gold were placed in front of me, my eyes would shine as bright as a 100-watt light bulb.]
The brief incident quickly passed as fans turned their attention to the upcoming relay race. Si Fuqing headed to the changing room to switch into sportswear.
Upon exiting, she bumped into an infuriated Zuo Qingya.
Si Fuqing glanced around, quickly counting the number of cameras in the vicinity.
She felt reqretful that she couldn’t take direct action.
Ignoring Zuo Qingya completely, she continued to walk away.
“Si Fuqing, mark my words, you better watch out,” Zuo Qingya hissed venomously. “Once my sister gets involved, you’ll be left penniless!”
Zuo Xianyu was a business tycoon, capable of holding her own against seasoned moguls twice her age.
Si Fuqing finally paused, her smile deep with meaning. “I’m looking forward to it.”
Given the public setting, Zuo Qingya couldn’t do anything drastic. Frustrated, she stomped her foot, fuming with irritation. The thought that not only had she failed to embarrass Si Fuqing today but also made her look good, irked her no end.
However, a new idea popped into Zuo Qingya’s mind a few seconds later.
“Where’s your makeup room?” she grabbed a passing staff member. “I need to touch up my makeup.”
Startled, the staff member quickly replied, “Right this way, Miss Zuo.” Zuo Qingya snorted and walked away, her bag in tow.
One way or another, she was determined not to let Si Fuqing have an easy day.
At the front stage, staff quickly cleared the competition area and set up various obstacles on the track.
“Now it’s time for each team to select their songs,” announced the host, microphone in hand and a smile on his face. “To choose the song you prefer, you’ll need to score high in the competition. The first-place winner not only gets to pick the song but also their opponent.”
Lu Yan’s fingers clenched tightly as he shot a glance at Xie Yu.
Xie Yu had changed into new sportswear but had yet to remove his makeup.
He never wore much makeup, just a light earth-toned eyeshadow. Yet, the moment he stood there, he became the focus of all the fans’ attention.
Lu Yan clenched his fists even tighter.
He absolutely could not lose to Xie Yu!
The trainees sat next to their mentors.
Behind Si Fuqing were only six people. In contrast, Lin Qingyan had four groups behind her, a crushing victory in terms of numbers.
[Poor Si Fuqing, only supported by Xie Yu. But what’s coming up is a group performance, and one Xie Yu won’t be enough.]
[Exactly, besides Xie Yu, the remaining five are all from the lowest-ranking F class, right? They’re so slow to learn that even a good teacher can’t help them.] [Anyone disagree that Yun Lan could teach them?]
[Stop making me laugh, whether or not Yun Lan will come out is one thing, but would she lower herself to teach students here? She’s a genius actress, even people from Glenn are waiting to learn from her!]
[Stop bringing Yun Lan into this; she’s too noble for you all.]
“Youth With You” may be a high-priority show in the Great Xia entertainment industry this year, but fans know it’s far from reaching international acclaim.
On the other hand, Yun Lan was the pinnacle of the performing arts, an unattainable existence, a queen still yearned for by countless fans even after years of absence.
Unfortunately, she left without leaving much trace behind.
The competition soon started, and Xu Xiyun was so nervous that his hands were shaking.
“Relax,” Si Fuqing patted Xu Xiyun’s shoulder, trying to soothe his nerves. “With your brother Xie standing, you can lie down and still win.”
Xu Xiyun:
He didn’t find that comforting at all.
Dejected, Xu Xiyun walked to the registration desk.
On the other side, Lu Yan approached Mu Ye, his voice barely audible. “We’re not on the same team, but we’re both the third runners. I’ll give you a signal.”
“We’ll pincer him from both sides and take out Xu Xiyun’s legs first..”