YM778.TV Chapter 85 - 85: Yu Xiheng: You Want Me to Hug You? (1)
Yu Tang’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Feng San, you’re the best!”
She jumped to Feng San’s side, then leaned over to take a look. Upon seeing it, she let out a hysterical scream, “Ahhhhhh!”
Yu Xiheng paused for a moment before speaking softly, “Feng San.”
Feng San immediately clamped a hand over Yu Tang’s mouth, a sheen of cold sweat breaking out on his back.
He didn’t dare admit that he had almost screamed as well.
“Woohoo!” Yu Tang forcefully pulled Feng San’s hand away, visibly thrilled.
“Ah! Uncle Nine, look! Our Qingqing is the best! She has three million votes!”
The votes from the mentors were merely a gauge of popularity and had no real impact.
Moreover, Li Jingchen and the vocal mentor were not idols with high followings; their fans weren’t vying for this empty title either.
Only Lin Qingyan took it seriously.
Lin Qingyan’s fans diligently crunched numbers and voted for her every day.
But despite their month-long effort, it was declared a failure tonight.
The ranking was as follows: No.l Si Fuqing 3,230,421
No.2 Lin Qingyan 589,421
The gap was an entire order of magnitude.
The rankings shifted every second, and the gap between Si Fuqing and Lin Qingyan continued to widen.
Lin Qingyan’s fans were frantic but could not catch up, and the big fans with big followings on social media were shouting themselves hoarse.
[Create multiple accounts! Ten accounts per person, vote quickly!]
[This is so infuriating! Why do people only care about looks? Is having a pretty face that big a deal?]
[We can’t catch up!!!]
“Hahaha.” Yu Tang was so delighted she practically danced. “Greentea Lin is going to be so mad! I’m going to the training camp tomorrow to see Qingqing, and also to see how green her face has turned.”
Yu Xiheng glanced up, his eyes sweeping across the room.
Feng San promptly spoke, “Miss Yu Tang, it’s time for you to rest.”
Reluctantly, Yu Tang headed upstairs.
She was determined to dream of Qingqing tonight.
Lin Qingyan was indeed infuriated.
But more than that, she was in disbelief.
Ever since she pushed Si Fuqing into the trending topics, she had been waiting for her to make a fool of herself.
So she sat down promptly in front of her computer at 7 0’clock in the evening to watch the live stream on the Grapefruit app.
The live chat also had trolls that she had hired.
Of course, there were even more netizens who disapproved of Si Fuqing.
She casually had her trolls spew a few insults, which immediately sparked the audience’s displeasure.
Lin Qingyan had thought that after tonight, Si Fuqing would no longer have the face to stay in the entertainment industry and would voluntarily leave the show.
But she never anticipated that after Si Fuqing removed her makeup, her face would look like this!
Divine beauty.
Even though Lin Qingyan was reluctant to admit it, Si Fuqing truly deserved the title.
She watched, eyes wide open, as netizens who had been cursing Si Fuqing a second ago transformed into fans in the next.
She had worked diligently for years to amass a Weibo following of fourteen million.
Yet Si Fuqing gained seven million fans in just a matter of hours.
Lin Qingyan couldn’t bear to watch anymore, her anger culminating in her slamming her laptop shut.
She looked into the mirror, touched her face, and her eyes filled with a bitter resentment.
As luck would have it, just when Si Fuqing revealed her true face, her own face had suffered an allergic reaction that wouldn’t heal quickly.
How could she compete in the day-after-tomorrow’s performance?
Initially, she had been an innocent bystander, taking a hit meant for Si Fuqing.
She absolutely couldn’t wait any longer; she had to deal with the enormous threat that was Si Fuqing as soon as possible!
Lin Qingyan’s expression grew dark, her lowered eyelashes hiding the inscrutable emotions in her eyes.
That night, while Si Fuqing’s new fans celebrated wildly in the forums, Lin Qingyan couldn’t sleep for a second.
The next morning, to cover her dark circles, she had to apply extra layers of concealer.
The thought of Si Fuqing’s natural beauty only intensified her sense of frustration.
When she arrived at Dance Room 1, she found only two trainees practicing their splits.
Lin Qingyan frowned. “Where is everyone? It’s already 8:30!”
Diligent trainees would have started their training at six in the morning.
The two trainees exchanged uncertain glances.
After hesitating for a few seconds, one of them finally spoke, “They’re… they’re in Dance Room 2, watching…”
The training base had strict management; not everyone had access to phones.
Xie Yu acted as he pleased, and Lu Yan had connections.
So last night, the trainees had gathered together to watch Si Fuqing’s live broadcast.
They were all stunned.
People like Lu Yan had practically spent the night sleepless. The moment they heard Si Fuqing had arrived the next morning, they rushed over.
“Alright, I understand,” Lin Qingyan slowly exhaled, her voice a controlled hiss of suppressed anger. She managed to smile, “But training is more important.
Go call them back here..”