bioinnovel Chapter 77 Oldest Brother, you're famous now!
Chapter 77 Oldest Brother, you're famous now!
That night.
The grass on the playground of the Shanghai Theatre Academy has borne a weight that it should not have to bear at its age.
After all the watermelons were distributed, nearly a thousand freshmen acted as if they were on drugs, wanting Jiang Bai to sing a few more times. They jumped and danced around Jiang Bai until the head instructor, with a dark face, blew the whistle for "emergency assembly," and the revelry barely came to an end.
On the way back to the dormitory after the dismissal.
Jiang Bai enjoyed the treatment of an emperor.
Su Ze fanned the wind on the left, Gu Dapeng blocked the way on the right, and Lin Le followed behind.
"Third Brother! Watch out for the steps!"
"Third Brother! Are you thirsty? I'll go buy some water!"
"Third Brother! That high note was amazing! Even the drill instructor was stunned!"
Jiang Bai walked in the middle, his face calm on the surface, as if he wasn't the one who had just roared.
In reality—
[Ding! Popularity +1!]
[Ding! Popularity +1!]
This beautiful sound is even more melodious than Beethoven's symphonies!
……
Back to room 404.
Jiang Bai rushed to the toilet to wash up immediately.
Of course, I locked the toilet door tightly before washing, since my charm level is currently 10 points, and I was afraid my roommate wouldn't be able to resist.
An hour later.
The four of them were lying in bed.
Although my body was exhausted, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep.
Su Ze was holding his phone, browsing the campus forum.
Suddenly, he let out a strange cry:
"Holy crap! Third brother! You're famous!"
"Fire?" Jiang Bai raised an eyebrow.
"Look!"
Su Ze handed over the phone.
On the forum's homepage, two posts were side by side, both highlighted and pinned, becoming incredibly popular.
First: [The goddess in the white dress charmed the entire audience with her rendition of "Love You," and straight women are now gay!]
Second: [A tough guy roars! Freshmen's rendition of "My Future Is Not a Dream" blasts across the playground! This is true masculine romance!]
The comments section below was even more fascinating.
Some people are shipping them based on their looks:
"Wow, this year's freshmen are so energetic! Are they on some kind of superpower?"
"Has anyone noticed how incredibly charming this person is!"
"Even I, a guy, am falling in love with him! This song has absolutely ignited my heart!"
"I heard they're in the performing arts department? Why aren't they in our vocal music department?!"
Look at this magical comment section.
Jiang Bai's lips twitched violently.
Did the man fall in love with him?
No woman has ever fallen in love with him?!
After venting for a while,
Jiang Bai sat up, turned on his phone, and logged into the Red Tomato Chinese website.
It's time to publish the article.
The Smiling, Proud Wanderer.
Two days have passed since the last book was published.
He hadn't had a chance to check the backend data yet.
At this moment, click to open the author section.
"Ding ding ding ding ding—"
Congratulations! Your work "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" has surpassed 500 favorites!
Jiang Bai opened the book.
The comment section was no longer deserted and ignored; instead, it now contained several comments filled with shock.
"Holy crap! Is this really a wuxia novel? It's so rare for a new wuxia book to be published, let's protect it!"
"The world's heroes rise and fall with the times... This description is so powerful!"
"This writing is pretty good, I'm waiting to see what happens next!"
"Hey author! Update soon! Even the donkeys in the production team don't dare rest like this!"
Look at these data points.
As Jiang Bai had expected.
Among the many light novels, martial arts fiction has fallen so far that it's almost disappeared from the online literature scene.
Moreover, it's pure, unadulterated martial arts fiction.
The book has just been released; it's not going to be a huge hit yet.
But as long as people are watching, that's fine.
With fewer people around right now, Jiang Bai isn't worried that "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" will be buried.
In the world of online novels where martial arts fiction has declined, a classic, grand, and skillfully written "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" is a game-changer!
Gold will shine eventually.
These comments and requests for more updates are the best proof!
"You want to see it, right?"
"I'll add more for you!!"
Jiang Bai didn't say a word.
I extracted 30,000 words of the draft directly from the system.
Click Upload.
release!
at the same time.
In a building in Kyoto.
It was late at night, but the study light was still on.
The elderly poet, Mr. Liu, who had just returned from the final review of the Red Bean Cup, was wearing his reading glasses, holding his phone, and looking completely absorbed in his joy.
On the phone screen, the award announcement page for "Seeing or Not Seeing" was displayed, along with a sea of positive reviews.
"Wonderful..."
"To love silently, to rejoice in quietude."
"This level of skill, this writing style, I, this old man, could never write anything like this in my lifetime."
The old poet shook his head, savoring the moment.
Nearby, her son, who had just returned from get off work, and her grandson, who was in junior high school, were having a late-night snack together.
Seeing the old man so happy, the son chimed in:
"Dad, what's got you so excited? Which ancient poem has been unearthed this time?"
"Get out of here! What do you mean, 'unearthed'?"
The old poet glared at his son, then handed him the phone like a treasure:
"Look! This is the number one we selected today!"
"The author's name is Li Bai! This poem is absolutely brilliant!"
The son took it and glanced at it. Although he was an engineering student and didn't understand literature very well, he nodded in awe, though he didn't quite understand.
"Yes, it does sound quite catchy, and it has a nice artistic conception."
"Is that artistic conception? That's Zen wisdom! That's philosophy!" The old poet was dissatisfied with his son's perfunctory attitude.
Just then.
The grandson, who had been fidgeting with his headphones on, suddenly took them off and excitedly held his phone up to the old poet's face.
"Grandpa! Stop reading poetry! It's too boring!"
"I recommend a song to you! It's super good!"
"A friend from the Shanghai Theatre Academy recommended it to me; it's called 'Love You'!"
As he spoke, the grandson pressed the play button.
"HO Baby, say more sweet nothings~"
"If you miss me, take another look~"
Sweet, cheerful singing, full of pink bubbles, instantly filled the ink-scented study.
The old poet's brows furrowed instantly.
He covered his ears in pain, looking disgusted.
"Ouch! What is this thing?"
"What's wrong with the taste of young people these days? This kind of decadent music, these meaningless lyrics, it's simply an insult to culture!"
"Turn it off! Turn it off! Don't pollute my ears!"
The grandson pouted, looking aggrieved, and put his phone away.
"Tch, Grandpa, you don't understand. This is called sweetness! This is called vitality!"
"Hmph! All I know is that's noisy! Your cultural refinement isn't even a tenth of that poem!"
The old poet snorted coldly. To wash away the discomfort from the piercing noise, he decided to read something profound to calm his nerves.
He skillfully opened the novel reading app on his phone—Red Tomato Chinese Website.
Despite being a poet, the old man is actually a seasoned martial arts enthusiast.
The old man reads any martial arts novel, and he'll give it a full-service tip and comment!
However, traditional martial arts fiction has declined in recent years, and good books are becoming increasingly rare.
He opened the bookshelf.
It was full of old books like "The Great Song Dynasty" and "Xie Family Tavern," all of which he had worn smooth and polished.
"Ugh, I'm having a reading slump."
The old poet sighed and clicked on "New Book Recommendations".
All I could see were some kind of demons and monsters.
"Starting with Sign-in to the Ancient Holy Body", "Rebirth: I Am a Godly Tycoon", "The Domineering Prince Falls in Love with Me", "I'm a Man, Bound to the All-Powerful Movie Queen System".
"What kind of nonsense is this?"
The old poet shook his head, looking utterly disappointed.
"Martial arts are dead! Martial arts are dead!"
Just as he was about to quit the software and go to bed.
My finger slid across a book in a corner at the bottom of the screen.
The book has a rather unremarkable title: *The Smiling, Proud Wanderer*
The cover is also very simple, without even a beautiful character illustration, just these four big characters.
but.
The author's name struck the old poet like a bolt of lightning.
Author: Li Bai.