Chapter 45: Ten Miles of Spring Breeze
Dong Huan and Li Dia, standing beside Zhang Qiyang, felt firsthand the unrestrained and commanding presence of this son of the richest man as he unleashed his tirade! In private, he might appear approachable, but deep down, there was an aura about him that warned others not to cross him. This was truly the air of a billionaire’s heir!
The underdogs were elated, showering Zhang Qiyang with praise for his boldness! The naysayers, on the other hand, were so thoroughly rebuffed by Zhang Qiyang that they were left speechless.
Qin Xueyang sensed most keenly this new detachment and equanimity emanating from Zhang Qiyang. In the past, he had never been like this—he always wore a sullen, resentful expression, as if the world owed him something. Anyone who so much as crossed him would immediately incur his wrath.
But now, it was as if he had mastered the art of tai chi; ordinary provocations could no longer move him.
Wang Dazhong, on the other side of the computer, watched Zhang Qiyang warn off his haters and fumed inwardly. Was this trash trying to clean up his image? How smug! With a sinister glint in his dead-fish eyes, Wang Dazhong sent out another barrage of carrier fleets to deliberately provoke Zhang Qiyang—
“Idiot Zhang the Cannon, stop dodging the issue and trying to whitewash yourself! No matter what you say, you’re still trash—utter trash! — Dedicated to Ruining Zhang Qiyang”
“You think you can turn the entertainment industry upside down? Who do you think you are? At best you’re just a mess of filth! Besides chasing attention, what else can you do? No matter how your team hypes you or repackages you, you’re still a pile of crap! Trash! — Dedicated to Ruining Zhang Qiyang”
These two waves of carrier fleet comments stirred up the haters again, especially members of the Xuan Ai Family, who started accusing Zhang Qiyang of rigging votes and stealing the championship.
Dong Huan and Li Dia, moved and shaken by Zhang Qiyang, wore clear expressions of displeasure when they saw such comments. They wished the Zebra team could just filter out these idiotic messages—they were a real mood-killer.
But Zhang Qiyang just laughed, pointing at the carrier fleet comments on the big screen. “The world is never short of idiots who think they’re clever—haters who never give up. If he wants to spend money just to curse, let him. Let’s stick to our own conversation.”
He picked up the two “My Song” trophies and asked the viewers, “I brought these two trophies today—aren’t you all envious? Those of you in the Xuan Ai Family who keep hounding me, don’t you just want to snatch these back for your goddess? I’ll give you a chance. All these things you value mean nothing to me. As for these trophies, even if you gave them to me for free, I might not want them. Why would I steal them? The reason I brought them here today is to give them away. These trophies were given to me by the audience—today, I give them back to you.”
His words stunned everyone in the room.
Qin Xueyang nearly jumped out of her chair, cursing inwardly: This guy is insane! How could he give away such important trophies? He’s sure to offend “My Song” and all those singers who worked hard for the championship! And now he’s provoking the Xuan Ai Family too! Isn’t this just making trouble for Li Xuan?
Both Li Dia and Dong Huan were dumbfounded, unsure whether Zhang Qiyang was joking.
“I’m not joking. If you want one, type ‘1’ in the chat—I want to see how many of you want it.”
Before he even finished speaking, hundreds of thousands of ‘1’s flooded the screen! There were also a lot of 2s, 666s, and the like, but most people joined in the fun and tapped ‘1.’
Zhang Qiyang smiled and turned to the Zebra staff. “I mean what I say. Please, later, pick someone at random from all those who typed ‘1’ and let me know. I’ll leave the trophy here—you can help me contact the winner, get their address, and send the trophy to them. It’s theirs.”
The Zebra team was dumbstruck—he wasn’t joking! He really meant to give it away! What incredible generosity!
“Cannon Lord is a legend! — Funeral of Love”
“111111, I’m in too, pick me! I’ll give it to my darling! — Uncle Ya”
“1111111111111 — Old Pig Three”
“1111111111111 — Old Pig Three”
“1111111111111 — Old Pig Three”
“1111111111111 — Old Pig Three”
“1111111111111 — Old Pig Three”
“1111111111111 — Old Pig Three”
“Don’t fight me—this trophy is mine! — Old Pig Three”
“1111111111111 — Old Pig Three”
“1111111111111 — Old Pig Three”
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The formidable Old Pig Three spammed the chat with dozens of carrier fleet waves, determined to win Zhang Qiyang’s trophy!
Dong Huan and Li Dia also joined in, laughing as they pulled out their phones and tapped ‘1’ for fun.
Once again, Zhang Qiyang’s livestream exploded with excitement!
Qin Xueyang, however, grew anxious. She thought Zhang Qiyang was just asking for trouble! Wasn’t he already in the spotlight enough? What was he up to now?
But Zhang Qiyang truly had no ulterior motive. The trophy meant little to him, and he was tired of being hounded by idiots demanding it back. Why not just give it away and see who still accused him of winning through backroom deals?
Why would he need to manipulate anything for something he didn’t even care about?
Seeing Old Pig Three’s relentless spamming, Zhang Qiyang laughed, “This Old Pig Three is something else—aren’t you about to overtake me and become tonight’s top spender? Since you want it so much, I’ll give it to you. Staff, take note—this trophy is for Old Pig Three. The other one, pick at random from all who typed ‘1’ tonight. And to the Xuan Ai Family haters, aren’t you trying to get the trophy back for your idol? Now’s your chance. Type ‘1’ all you want.”
“Thanks — Old Pig Three”
“Cannon — Old Pig Three”
“Lord — Old Pig Three”
“! — Old Pig Three”
“You idiots! More hype! Trash! Don’t fall for his tricks! All he knows is how to stir up drama! — Dedicated to Ruining Zhang Qiyang”
Seeing that Zhang Qiyang was steering the conversation towards yet another headline, Wang Dazhong nearly exploded with rage, unleashing another wave of carrier fleets to hurl abuse at him.
“I really don’t know how to do anything else, but I can sing, and I can curse—idiot, eat your heart out!”
Zhang Qiyang didn’t need to name names; everyone knew who he was talking to. Many viewers joined in, pelting Wang Dazhong’s alternate accounts with a barrage of insults.
“For me, music is just for fun. So many people say I can’t sing, that I’m just a showman, that I’m flashy...”
Zhang Qiyang tapped the two bold characters on his chest. “That’s right, I am flashy! If I weren’t, would anyone pay attention to me? What you all care about is my status as the billionaire’s heir. But now that I’m flashy, you all notice me—not just my status, but me. Whether you praise me or curse me, you’re all paying attention to ‘me.’”
He took a sip of wine, the warmth spreading through him, and spoke contentedly, “I’ll give you a little spoiler—this weekend on ‘My Song,’ I’ll sing another flashy piece. But just because I sing these songs doesn’t mean that’s all I can do. I can sing what others sing, but I choose not to. If you keep trying to get under my skin, why should I try to please you? Am I a glutton for punishment? But tonight, I’m in a good mood—this beauty beside me makes me feel like a gentle spring breeze.”
He didn’t need to say her name—everyone knew he meant Li Dia. Though Dong Huan was not bad-looking, she couldn’t compare to Li Dia’s allure.
Her petite frame was no match for Li Dia’s captivating curves.
Li Dia wasn’t a top-tier beauty like Li Xuan, but her figure was far more alluring, and she exuded a much stronger sense of approachability.
To share a drink with such a woman—what man wouldn’t be in high spirits?
The audience could see it—Cannon Lord was flirting with Li Dia!
Li Dia, hearing Zhang Qiyang’s words, was suddenly overwhelmed by a sense of being specially favored.
Zhang Qiyang picked up his guitar and shot her a glance both electric and ambiguous. “A song for you, Li Dia—‘Ten Miles of Spring Wind, None as Lovely as You.’”
With that, he began to play a melody at once romantic, brazen, and tinged with lonely yearning.
“...Inside the Second Ring Road, I’m thinking of you; you’re on the faraway hills, ten miles of spring wind...”
“...Today’s wind blows toward you, and it rains; I say no wine in the world is as sweet as you...”
Buoyed by the wine, Zhang Qiyang’s gentle, magnetic voice carried a profound and artistic charm, captivating everyone with the depth of his sentiment.