Chapter 466: Chapter 466: 266 Xu Qingyan: I want to climb to the highest step by step! Kill those Sword Tomb bastards!_2

At that moment, she became extremely excited and timed her wait perfectly for six o’clock. The song was online, and she bought it the moment it was available, for just one and a half yuan after the member discount.

She fell into the pit with “Fragrance of Rice,” back when she was struggling with studying for World War II at the school library. Every day was filled with overwhelming pressure, and she walked around in a daze, feeling heavy-headed and light-footed.

Until one day when she was gradually breaking down in anxiety, crouching on a small, deserted balcony on the third floor of the library in the rain, crying, her phone happened to push the song “Fragrance of Rice.”

When she heard the line “Go home, back to the original beauty,” she burst into tears. That day in the rain, she leaned against the wall and looped the song for two hours.

When the rain stopped, she also came out of her anxiety.

From then on, she became a fan of Xu Qingyan. Together with that, she listened to all the songs he had written, such as “Blue Sky,” “What I Miss,” and “Fleeting Years,” all in one go.@@novelbin@@

She had listened to “Blue and White Porcelain,” which completely changed her impression of Xu Qingyan. From a warm singer, a lyricist that empowers people, to… awesome.

Even though she had read many books, the only word that came to mind was that.

Later, she joined a fan group of wild fans and found that everyone in the group’s opinion of Xu Qingyan was… awesome, nothing else.

This person truly managed to defy definition, varying his songwriting style endlessly.

After listening to “Stubborn,” she was caught in a loop of that line, “Yes, those who love me needn’t worry, my stubbornness is kind, the dirtier my hands, the brighter my eyes will shine.”

“You don’t care about my past, only seeing my wings, you say only those burned by fire can turn into a phoenix.”

Lin Yun pondered deeply and couldn’t help feeling goosebumps. Weren’t these lyrics a true depiction of Brother Xu?

Turns out, his lack of contact with fans wasn’t because he didn’t want them. He just wanted a purer way, always responding to fans through his music!

Crying to death, he’s too gentle! (Xu Qingyan: “Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!”)

With that thought, she didn’t even have time to eat, too excited to tap into the group chat. She discovered that the group was also chatting, and just when someone brought up the idol’s disappearance.

“Damn, I suspect this guy is out of money and just came out to make a quick buck.”

“Yeah, I joined ten fan groups, damn it, they are all wild fan groups. Not a single one managed by anyone, all spontaneously formed.”

“Truly bizarre, other singers can’t wait to garner fans. Even if it’s just winning over the general public, they would make an effort, only Teacher Xu operates in reverse, intentionally disappearing.”

“Goodness, can’t contact the idol anymore, we’re the first batch of disconnected fans in the entertainment industry.”

“I know a large managed fan group, the group owner there knows Brother Xu. Not the kind who just saw him once but someone who has a good relationship and can meet with him.”

“What, pull me in!”

Lin Yun laughed as she scrolled through the 99+ messages to the very bottom. She thought to herself that Brother Xu was indeed like this, but… it also might be just as she imagined.

She sent her thoughts to the group, analyzing the lyrics of “Stubborn” word by word.

Once she finished posting, the messages in the group suddenly surged.

“It really seems like that’s the case, I became a fan because of ‘Blue and White Porcelain.’ Looking back at the songs he wrote, the level is really high, just that he has too many controversies, I hesitated a lot before deciding to become a fan.”

“What controversies? They don’t seem like a big deal. He hasn’t committed a crime or broken any social norms, just likes to confront people.”

“That’s right, western food itself isn’t tasty, it’s just many people being politically correct.”

“Actually, Brother Xu was targeted first before he retaliated against that group of people. Nowadays, everyone in the entertainment industry is too nice, they only endure when wronged, it’s too abnormal.”

“The lyrics are so fitting, Brother Xu is the only normal person in the entertainment industry. I didn’t feel much at the beginning, but now the more I think about it, the more moved I become.”

“Brother Xu cutting off relations with fans must be because he wants to shoulder the abuse alone. He doesn’t care about external opinions, and we shouldn’t either.”

“Exactly, who’s afraid of whom, rationale doesn’t depend on loudness. That line, my hands get dirtier, my eyes shine brighter, really stunned me, a true portrayal of Brother Xu!”

Xinghai, Mu Chan Studios.

Pei Muchan carried a cup of hot water back to her desk, glanced at Xu Qingyan, who was still calmly writing the script, and sighed, thinking about the conflict that escalated in the afternoon.

“You shouldn’t have been so impulsive, they were just deliberately baiting you.”

“I know, of course, I know it’s a bait,” Xu Qingyan said, “Anyway, I also need the publicity, just ride along their momentum and fight back, then talk after releasing this song.”

“The impact won’t be good, your fans…” Pei Muchan stopped mid-sentence.

A public figure will always have fans, whether they are big or small artists. That entails all sorts of public personas, like scholarly, dedicated, clueless, foodie, dominator.

For instance, being termed as authentic, a veteran, innocent, mass-manufactured packaging—all to create memorable traits for fans, in plain terms, to make you remember them.

To be honest, Pei Muchan had seen many such personas, but it was her first time seeing a persona like Xu Qingyan’s, with C language. Apart from not swearing, he had said everything he could.

“I don’t have fans, and I don’t need fans,” Xu Qingyan said indifferently, “My focus isn’t here, just releasing songs to raise some funds.”

“Closing Weibo brings peace. If someone tries to exploit the situation, then retreat. If we back down now, it will only get more passive. This issue can’t really blow up, just lash out fiercely and it’s over.”

In fact, he wasn’t afraid even if things did blow up, since his resources were himself. He had a firm grip on almost all channels of monetization, whether it was writing songs or producing TV dramas.

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