"Folks, who gets it, huh? I thought Big Head Li was just for laughs, but who knew he was actually a prophet?!"
"Damn, I woke up, and I was surrounded by ’Stay Behind’!"
"I dread of a song, with ’Stay Behind!’ every three lines. When I woke up, I realized, damn it, it wasn’t a dream! It was actually the sound system from the public dance square downstairs..."
"Whose song is ’The Most Beautiful Cloud’? I’m gonna lose it!"
Netizens hearing this song for the first ti said they couldn’t handle its... charm.
So hot-tempered people even went directly to Phoenix Legend’s short video hopage to vent their dissatisfaction.
But there was only one video under the account.
Thus, the number of comnts under this originally lukewarm video suddenly surged, soon exceeding the number of likes and quickly surpassing ten thousand.
And that wasn’t the end. It looked like it was heading towards a hundred thousand, with more and more netizens rushing in.
The spike in data further drove the video’s popularity. Thanks to the algorithm, the once-ordinary video rapidly entered one larger traffic pool after another.
The new netizens were fine, but those who ca last night for a laugh couldn’t stand it anymore.
"Guys, please give a break! Don’t like it anymore. Every like ans I have to co back and watch it. Every watch ans I have to listen again. Spare !"
"Seriously, the more I think about it, the angrier I get. The angrier I get, the more I want to curse. But cursing once ans listening again, and listening again makes want to curse. I can’t curse anymore..."
"I really want to escape, but I can’t, because it keeps telling to ’Stay Behind!’"
The more popular the video beca, the more people saw it, and the more people saw it, the more ca to the comnt section.
Naturally, the number of victims increased.
"Oh my god, why did I have to stumble upon this video?"
"I’m numb. I stumbled upon it half an hour ago, went out for a walk, and this song was all I could think of. Now that I’m back, I just want to ask: how do you break this curse?"
As netizens heatedly discussed it, the song ’The Most Dazzling Ethnic Style’ saw its topic and lyrics surge onto the trending list, and finally, even the song’s title itself made it.
The consequence was that more people stumbled upon the song, and soon, more public squares echoed with its familiar lody.
"Damn, damn! Old Chen, you two have blown up! You’ve blown up too!"
"What? We’ve blown up?"
Yang Lin was still in the lounge, feeling anxious. Chen Feng, having failed to reassure her, was just about to find Sun Jian to get away from the negativity and avoid any jinxes.
But then Sun Jian ca rushing over, bursting in and shouting about them blowing up or sothing.
Chen Feng and Yang Lin were utterly baffled.
"No way? You guys don’t know?"
Sun Jian, seeing their genuinely puzzled faces, was rendered speechless.
"What do you an, we don’t know? Tell us from the beginning, what’s going on?"
It had to be said, Chen Feng really was a bit dense. Yang Lin started to breathe heavily when she heard Sun Jian’s words, but Chen Feng, in contrast, seed utterly clueless.
"Old Chen, you’re aweso. Don’t you know your new song is a hit?"
"Ah? Really? Where? How did it beco a hit?"
The slow-on-the-uptake Chen Feng finally got it. His nonchalance vanished in an instant. He imdiately leaned in close to Sun Jian, urging him to quickly show him.
Even Yang Lin couldn’t help but stand up and lean in closer.
Sun Jian, holding his phone, found the online video and pointed to the comnt section. "See this?" he said. "Isn’t this your account? Phoenix Legend! That’s the group na, right? And your photos are here too, along with the official verification badge. That can’t be wrong, can it?"
"Eh? This..."
Looking at this unfamiliar account, Chen Feng and Yang Lin exchanged glances, both seeing confusion in each other’s eyes.
"This account wasn’t opened by the company, was it? When was it created? Why would they use this photo? It makes us look like emcees," Chen Feng said, glancing at Yang Lin with a sheepish smile and then pointing at the profile picture.
"Tsk, are you stupid?" Yang Lin retorted, exasperated. "Who cares about the damn photo? Look at the video!"
Yang Lin was speechless. What kind of guy is he? At a ti like this, he’s still fixated on a photo?
Speaking of the video, there was actually just one, but the comnts below it were incredibly lively.
They were both thrilled to see 130,000 likes and 160,000 comnts.
"With such high numbers, the company must have spent a fortune, right?" Yang Lin mused.
Even as she said this, Yang Lin’s face was beaming. She deftly snatched the phone from Sun Jian’s hand to take a closer look.
"Hehe, looks like the company isn’t half bad," she said, her smile impossible to contain as she scrolled through the comnts. "Didn’t I say they’d figure sothing out? They must have bought traffic and promoted it. At least now we’re considered proper singers! With over a hundred thousand likes, we must have tens of thousands of fans, right?"
Chen Feng was still reveling quietly. But Sun Jian, who knew the real situation, watched his phone get snatched. He was about to grab it back, but one look at Yang Lin’s expression made him instantly chicken out. He could only manage a forced, awkward smile from the sidelines.
"Heh, yeah, well... infamous is still famous, right...?" Sun Jian stamred.
"What do you an?" Chen Feng asked, still clueless.
Chen Feng still hadn’t caught on, but then he saw Yang Lin’s face, initially beaming, suddenly darken.
The speed at which her smile vanished shocked Chen Feng. Even the fad face-changing art of Sichuan opera probably isn’t this fast, right?
What on earth had she seen?
Nearby, Sun Jian had been closely watching Yang Lin’s reactions. When he saw her expression change, a shiver ran down his spine. He involuntarily took several steps back until he was pressed against the wall, not daring to make a sound.
If his phone hadn’t still been in her hands, he would have bolted long ago.
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