Chapter 1375: Chapter 1146 The Happy Birthday Song
In Wei Haoyun’s ho, Xia Fan’s assistant suddenly let out a gasp!
What’s wrong?
Everyone turned to look at Xia Fan’s assistant.
The assistant’s voice trembled, as though they had witnessed sothing utterly shocking:
“Spaceships! After Teacher Admirable Fish appeared, so many spaceships started appearing too…”
“Huh?”
Lin Yuan looked confused.
Spaceships, what even?
However, Xia Fan responded quickly: “Check the livestream. Spaceships are the most expensive gift in the livestream room.”
Sun Yaohuo and the others promptly snapped back to their senses, hurriedly opening the livestream on their phones. Once they watched, everything beca clear!
“Oh my god.”
“It’s all tips.”
“If I rember correctly, a spaceship on Tigerfish costs ten thousand yuan, right?”
“How many spaceships are there?”
“Impossible to count.”
“They just keep coming.”
“All for the representative.”
“Before the representative arrived, how many spaceships did our livestream get?”
“Quite a few, but the number of spaceships wasn’t this high.”
“Tsk tsk.”
“Total jackpot for Xia Fan.”
“Xia Fan, rember to treat us tomorrow!”
Gifts?
Lin Yuan finally understood.
It turned out fans were showering tips because they saw him in the livestream.
An inexplicable feeling bubbled up inside.
Lin Yuan faced the cara and said:
“Thank you all for your tips, but please don’t spend too much. Just enjoy the livestream cheerfully.”
Yu Dynasty mbers: “…”
Livestream viewers: “…”
If this were a Tigerfish livestream host—
Even if it were a celebrity from the entertainnt industry running the stream—
Upon seeing such an outrageous flood of gifts, they would surely repeat the nas of the tippers over and over, expressing endless gratitude.
If it were a mid-level host, even receiving a single spaceship might make them cry on the spot—it would be perfectly normal.
But when it ca to Xian Yu, all he said was a simple “thank you” followed by urging viewers not to send any more gifts.
However.
At Xian Yu’s level, handling it this way seed entirely normal.
It was just as expected: soone of his status appearing in Xia Fan’s livestream could easily drive wealthy fans into a frenzy.
Audience across various continents:
“Is this what it ans to be a big shot?”
“I’ve watched livestreams for years, and it’s the first ti I’ve seen soone this calm about spaceships!”
“Obviously.”
“This is Fish Papa.”
“Fish Papa doesn’t even accept ad endorsents.”
“If he were willing to endorse products, the fees would be in the billions.”
“This has to be the most impressive big shot Tigerfish Live has ever seen.”
“Hehe, it’s rare to catch Fish Papa’s livestream. I won’t tip? I’ve got money to burn!”
“Spaceships incoming, keep them coming!”
“Stop it, Fish Papa already told everyone not to send gifts.”
“What Fish Papa probably ant was: rich fans can do whatever they want, but non-rich fans should stop and act within their ans. Don’t let it affect your life.”
“If Fish Papa were willing to livestream, I’d live off instant noodles just to support him!”
By this point.
The tips in the form of spaceships finally slowed down. Perhaps Xian Yu’s words had worked.
Though less luxurious gifts continued to flood in without pause.
There were gifts ranging from a few yuan to dozens to thousands, all mixed in.
Not everyone is wealthy.
But everyone supported Xian Yu in their own way.
As for the wealthy fans, they joined the audience to watch this unconventional Yu Dynasty livestream.
…
Lin Yuan wasn’t overly concerned about the tips.
The Yu Dynasty mbers simply smiled at the cara, thanked viewers a few tis, and returned to their casual chats.
Money?
Sun Yaohuo didn’t care.
The Yu Dynasty mbers, world champions each, were top-tier celebrities who cared little for such things.
A simple thank-you suffices.
After all, celebrities are different from Internet strears.
Besides, the prestige of the Yu Dynasty was established.
Their livestreams were just for fun; they didn’t even interact much with the viewers.
If they wanted to make money, the Yu Dynasty could just book a group appearance, which would undoubtedly earn far more than the gifts.
Only Xia Fan’s assistant, who was filming the livestream, shivered timidly.
“Let’s eat.”
Lin Yuan suggested, but nobody touched their chopsticks.
Lin Yuan and Lanlan didn’t hesitate, starting to eat first.
They picked up so food.
Lin Yuan took a bite of fish.
Lanlan tried so shredded potatoes.
The next mont.
Both of them simultaneously changed expressions and spat out the food.
“So bitter!”
“Is this a prank?”
Both of them wore expressions of agony.
The others quickly avoided their gaze.
Chen Zhiyu passed the bla: “The fish was made by Zhao Ying Ge!”
Zhao Ying Ge deflected: “The shredded potatoes were made by Jiang Kui!”
Lin Yuan looked at everyone helplessly: “So these dishes were all made by you guys?”
Everyone nodded.
Lanlan looked at the group and boldly said, “Then let’s eat together.”
The group showed conflicted expressions, reluctantly picking up their chopsticks.
Burned dishes, over-salted dishes, dishes with too little oil, and dishes where soy sauce was mistaken for vinegar…
Each dish was uniquely awful in its own way.
Even those with passable cooking skills found their creations sabotaged by their “pig teammates,” making everything almost inedible.
After a few bites, the group tacitly put down their chopsticks and declared they were full.
…
Livestream chat.
Viewers burst into laughter:
“This table full of disaster cuisine can be felt through the screen!”
“That fish has blood in it!”
“Nobody bothered using ginger to remove the fishy sll.”
“Those chicken wings turned into charcoal.”
“Poor Fish Papa!”
“Poor Lanlan!”
“Is this the Yu Dynasty’s culinary competition?”
“A battle of noobs!”
The Yu Dynasty mbers, who dominated the Blue Songlympics as if they were heroes, turned into bumbling fools in the kitchen within seconds.
Lin Yuan couldn’t bear to watch anymore:
“Do we have noodles at ho? I’ll make a bowl of longevity noodles for Lanlan. We can all share it.”
Lin Yuan’s cooking skills were average, but boiling noodles was easy. These days, who doesn’t know how to make a simple bowl of noodles?
“Yay!”
Lanlan cheered enthusiastically.
The group fell silent in embarrassnt.
Soon.
Lin Yuan prepared a pot of noodles.
With a few vegetable leaves and so handmade noodles stored in the fridge, seasoned lightly with salt and garnished with scallions, the aroma had everyone’s mouths watering, soon followed by the sound of slurping.
“So tasty!”
“Delicious!”
“Ah!”
“Steaming hot noodles!”
“This is happiness!”
“I hereby declare the champion of the Yu Dynasty’s inaugural culinary showdown to be Xian Yu!”
Champion my foot.
It was simply that the dishes they made were so bad that even slightly normal food tasted divine.
After finishing the noodles.
Zhao Ying Ge stood up and announced, “Next up, let’s eat cake. I ordered an extra-large one!”
Everyone perked up.
Sun Yaohuo brought out candles: “Let’s light them up and let Lanlan make a wish.”
The group got busy.
Soon, the candles were all lit.
Wei Haoyun walked to the door and turned off the lights: “Now it’s more atmospheric. Lanlan, go ahead and make your wish!”
“Hold on.”
Lin Yuan felt the mood wasn’t quite right.
Before making a birthday wish, how could you skip the singing?
In the darkness.
Lin Yuan cleared his throat and began singing solo:
“Happy birthday to you~”
Huh?
Everyone froze.
The livestream viewers were also stunned.
But Lin Yuan’s voice didn’t stop.
With subtle changes in the lody, the simple, repetitive lyrics exuded a warm vibe:
“Happy birthday to you~”
“Happy birthday to you~”
“Happy birthday to you~”
This was, in every sense, a universal song.
Unlike Earthlings who had heard this “Happy Birthday Song” so often it wore their ears out, for the Yu Dynasty mbers and the Blue Star livestream viewers, it was their first ti hearing it.
Not particularly groundbreaking.
Like a pebble gently plopping into a lake, it stirred faint ripples in the hearts of the audience.
“What song is this?”
“First ti hearing it, kind of catchy.”
“It’s literally just four lines repeated, but why does it feel touching sohow?”
“Must be a song written by Xian Yu.”
“Xian Yu’s talent is amazing!”
“Did he write it specially for the birthday celebration of a kid?”
“I love this song!”
“Xian Yu healed !”
“Next ti my younger sister has a birthday, I’m singing this!”
“So simple, I already learned it!”
“This straightforward lody fits the birthday vibe perfectly!”
Warmth.
Healing.
Songs don’t need to be overwhelmingly powerful; as long as they touch people’s hearts, they’re good songs.
Speaking of which.
On Earth, “Happy Birthday,” a song so simple in rhythm and lyrics that even three-year-olds know it, achieved an astonishing popularity rate because it resonates deeply with people.
…
Lanlan’s eyes started glistening with tears.
It was undoubtedly the most unforgettable birthday she’d ever had.
Sun Yaohuo suddenly felt inspired, clapping his hands softly to the rhythm:
“Happy birthday to you~”
Jiang Kui and Xia Fan joined in clapping:
“Happy birthday to you~”
Chen Zhiyu and Wei Haoyun smiled as they clapped:
“Happy birthday to you~”
Lin Yuan clapped along with everyone:
“Happy birthday to you (Lanlan)!”
It was indeed an easily learned song, especially since they were professional singers who could morize it after just one listen.
Of course, no special technique was needed.
Without any instrunts, everyone simply used their hands to beat the most primitive rhythm while singing it casually.
During the singing.
Lanlan folded her hands, quietly making her wish.
The simple “Happy Birthday” song filled the hearts of viewers with unspoken emotions.
At this mont.
The screen suddenly shivered as more spaceships zood across the feed.
Oh dear.
The audience was beyond numb.
Looks like the rich fans were delighted—
And now launching spaceships to fight aliens on behalf of Xian Yu again…
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PS: This marks the third update. Get so rest early.
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