Chapter 112: Choosing Rebellion
As Zhang Qiyang bent down to pick up the number 8 entry card, countless hearts sank like a stone dropped into the sea, struck by a crushing blow.
Who else could be so fortunate as to draw such a late performance slot every single time?
Could this be the legendary “fool’s luck”?
Luo Tao and the others shook their heads in silent disbelief, utterly defeated by Zhang Qiyang’s extraordinary fortune.
Ji Chunying felt the most disheartened.
Her popularity was already low, and now to be the first to perform only deepened the psychological blow—this felt like a clear sign she might be eliminated.
But just as everyone expected Zhang Qiyang to accept the number 8 card, an unexpected scene unfolded—
He actually placed the number 8 card back on the table!
With a poker face, he addressed the camera: “I knocked this card out myself. What I want is this one.”
He held up the number 1 entry card and pointed it at the camera.
He had voluntarily chosen to go first!
“Cough, cough, cough!”
Qin Xueyang, who had been struggling to sneak sips of bubble tea through her black mask, almost choked.
A furious curse nearly escaped her lips: Are you crazy?
Everyone present was dumbfounded by Zhang Qiyang’s actions!
He didn’t want to go last?
This was beyond comprehension!
Before the production team could even decide whether Zhang Qiyang’s draw was valid, he walked back to his seat clutching the number 1 card, taking matters into his own hands.
Ji Chunying stared at Zhang Qiyang’s unfazed expression as he returned to his seat, utterly stunned.
It was as if someone had just thrown a giant pie right in her face, leaving her dazed and bewildered.
“Is he looking down on me? Or is he doing me a favor?”
Getting the last performance slot had complicated her feelings.
She was grateful, but also a little annoyed—as if Zhang Qiyang was underestimating her.
No matter how you looked at it, going last was a hundred times better than going first!
After a moment of inner conflict, Ji Chunying’s heart filled with gratitude, thankful to Zhang Qiyang for giving her the best spot.
The other fringe singers were far less pleased.
Ji Chunying wasn’t the weakest in terms of vocal skill among them, but her popularity was definitely the lowest.
If she had to perform first, the elimination pattern for this round of the competition would likely become very clear.
But now, thanks to Zhang Qiyang’s disruption, who would be eliminated became a complete mystery again!
Yue Li’s luck with the draw was terrible today. Watching Zhang Qiyang shake things up, she seethed with rage, silently cursing him: “Idiot! Volunteering to go first? Just wait to be eliminated!”
The “My Song” forum exploded again with reactions to Zhang Qiyang’s bizarre move—
“Wow hahaha! Now I finally understand why they call Zhang ‘Big Cannon’ brainless. This guy really is an idiot! An arrogant idiot!”
“Cannon, what are you doing? Why not go last?”
“Let me analyze Big Cannon’s mindset. He probably planned a trick—intended to knock out the number 1 slot and grab number 8. But it backfired, and he ended up stuck with number 1. Look at that sour face when he had to take it—he must be so frustrated, hahaha!”
“Doesn’t it seem to you that you got it backwards? Even though I dislike Big Cannon, this was clearly him deliberately choosing number 1. His thought process is just so bizarre.”
“There’s nothing confusing about it. This idiot just wants out! I sensed last week he wasn’t buying over the audience to win. He’s tired of ‘My Song’ and wants to quit. Today’s move clearly shows he just wants to get it over with quickly and rest. He’s done with this.”
“Is he really quitting? Damn, after all the insults, now that he suddenly wants to quit, I kinda feel reluctant. Do I have Stockholm Syndrome?”
“Hahaha, Big Cannon probably ran out of money to buy audience votes. He can’t play anymore! So he’s just making a show of it and getting out fast.”
“Big Cannon can’t play anymore! Oh oh oh!”
“Even if Cannon wants to quit, it’s because he’s bored! He’s not broke! Don’t treat him like one of you worthless losers! He is Cannon, after all!”
“Cannon, you’re my idol! Giving up the last slot and choosing to go first, that’s badass! Authentic! Generous! Full of style! Pure manly spirit!”
“I’m a fan of Chun Chun. Cannon, thanks for giving number 8 to Chun. Really thank you. I promise I won’t bash you for a month.”
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Zhang Qiyang had made the worst possible choice, but the production team naturally wouldn’t intervene. Seeing Zhang Qiyang go first was exactly what they wanted.
Luo Tao grew increasingly fond of this “outlier” young master, excitedly directing all the staff to prepare with utmost enthusiasm to welcome their star performer’s first appearance!
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!”
Following Luo Tao’s signal, the crew behind the audience area worked hard to rally the crowd to their feet, applauding warmly to greet Zhang Qiyang as he opened this episode of “My Song”!
On the way out, Qin Xueyang looked like a deflated balloon, her plump frame sagging weakly. If not for the cameras and others around, she would have thrown a tantrum and beaten Zhang Qiyang right then and there.
Even a fool could see Zhang Qiyang had deliberately tossed that card aside—he had intentionally chosen the number 1 slot!
She just didn’t understand why he would do such a thing!
Was he truly that confident? Didn’t he fear being eliminated first?
Zhang Qiyang’s choice to go first was simply to vent his anger, to silence all the fools and haters!
If you don’t like watching him, then leave!
No one forced them to watch!
At the same time, he knew his sister would surely be watching his performance on TV tonight.
He hadn’t responded to her yet.
He guessed that someone as smart as his sister would find the answer she needed in this song.
He didn’t want her to feel like every second dragged on unbearably—if she already knew the answer, she would have given up long ago.
He wanted to make his stance clear to everyone—
At his age, he was an absolute outlier who would never compromise with anyone!
Perhaps in the future, he might be like a supreme hero bound by a golden hoop, forced to give up some things and walk into the cycle of fate.
But right now, in this rare second chance at youth, he would not compromise with anyone!
Not being combative or reckless, not being willful or rebellious—could that still be called youth?
Maybe some good kids would say yes.
But Zhang Qiyang said no!
The original spirit said: Not even if it meant death!
In this rare return to youth, Zhang Qiyang chose the wildest rebellion!
With fearless youthful passion and fighting spirit that could shake the heavens, the much-anticipated Cannon Master made his arrogant, supremely cool, and utterly imposing entrance.