Chapter Eleven: Does This Song Really Exist?

“Ann, aren’t you not into idol fandoms?”

In the university dormitory, a girl called Ann by her roommates sat by the desk playing on her computer, the screen in front of her showing the farewell concert of the boy group RUIKO1...

“Not really, just watching casually.”

This wasn’t the first time she had watched a concert by the Tear Group. Her two roommates took her words with a grain of salt, tacitly choosing not to press further.

They knew that she had a soft spot for some members of the Tear Group but rarely paid active attention to their performances.

Such things were probably only for the hardcore fans to follow continuously; claiming not to be a fan was just a pretense.

If they had observed more closely, they would have noticed that Ann’s claim was actually true, because every time she watched the group’s shows, her eyes betrayed unmistakable discomfort and disdain.

Ordinary people really couldn’t endure idol boy group performances; after each viewing, she felt an urge to hit something...

These kids who sing and dance only served to make rice more expensive in the world.

Just as she was lamenting, the livestream shifted to Qi Yuan’s segment. Ann’s eyes narrowed, and she instinctively pulled away from the computer, her expression of disgust so natural she didn’t even bother to hide it.

How on earth did his fans tolerate this? Watching his performance even a little longer would make her explode...

Her name was Qi Luo Ann, Qi Yuan’s sister, but she and her brother barely got along, to the point of mutual dislike.

The reason she frequently watched the Tear Group’s performances was to pick flaws in her brother’s act, so she could later disgust him with undeniable evidence.

Seeing the screen filled with fans’ messages praising “Yuan God” and heart emojis, she felt a wave of nausea, as if she had just stepped on something foul.

The last time she felt this way was four days ago when she read a novel feeding readers with forced romance...

Couldn’t they lock up all the trash authors and trash celebrities and keep them from poisoning the eyes of netizens?

Qi Luo Ann grew angrier the more she watched—the Tear Group’s members were too pathetic, with their teammates’ performances so absurd they made Qi Yuan look like a normal person.

No contrast means no hurt.

How could she even find faults then?

No wonder the group was disbanding—if someone like her brother could still be the team’s top member, what was the point of keeping it together...

Forget it, not today.

Just as Qi Luo Ann was about to exit the livestream to stop torturing herself, a relatively unfamiliar member of the Tear Group appeared on stage.

This person was one of the more dedicated haters, not missing a show, or at least paying attention.

Yet this seventh member, Yu Wei, was so invisible it was like he was hiding, leaving little impression on her...

That said a lot about how unnoticed he was.

“Looks like they don’t even include you in the fun usually.”

Qi Luo Ann yawned, wrapping herself in her pajamas, planning to endure a few more minutes. Since the group was disbanding, she might as well give him some face at the end.

Yu Wei’s movements were unhurried, and his stage presence wasn’t as greasy as the others, which earned her a bit of goodwill.

How the performance was, she didn’t know, but at least his attitude was okay!

Just when she thought it would be another classic muted singing with electronic music, Yu Wei fell silent for a long moment before suddenly starting to sing a cappella.

Just a simple line, and it immediately captivated her soul.

Especially after enduring the earlier mess, such a high-level performance was like a spa for her ears.

It was like listening to celestial music that brightened the mind.

Though her computer’s volume was low, several roommates caught the fresh melody at once and gathered, asking what song it was.

“I don’t know either.”

Qi Luo Ann just listened casually—who would have thought her brother’s group harbored such hidden talent with strong vocal skills...

She had never heard this song before; it must be the debut of a new release.

Onstage, Yu Wei accompanied himself on guitar, the simple melody and pure wooden acoustic guitar fitting perfectly. Even without other instruments, the listening experience was excellent.

The group, listening to the unfamiliar tune, became more certain this was a new song.

“Catching a new song debut, lucky.”

“A nobody like him shouldn’t get such good resources. Could he have written it himself?”

While her roommates chatted, Yu Wei’s singing had reached the crucial part—the core lines of the song.

Qi Luo Ann suddenly froze. Hadn’t she heard these lines somewhere before...?

“A wall in the heart?”

No way!

If she recalled correctly, these lyrics appeared in a novel she had read, that bad novel feeding the readers’ romance—the song was called “Heart Wall.”

How was this possible?

Winning the lottery was luck, but the chance that a fictional setting matched a new unreleased song was even slimmer than hitting the jackpot...

Had she stumbled on a prophet?

Ignoring her roommates, she hurriedly logged into her novel account “This is Ann” to find the book.

Though she had deleted the book, the comments remained.

...

“Sweetheart, don’t grow up to be like your mom.”

Cheng Haipeng gently stroked his daughter’s soft, warm baby cheeks, the tender touch spreading from his fingertips to his heart. He felt a rare pride unique to an old father...

“Your mom is so grown up, yet she still chases idols. I’m embarrassed for her.”

His wife was fine in every way, except for her love of chasing various young idols, acting as a ‘mom fan’ online.

Today some group was disbanding, and she left the dinner dishes unwashed to watch the livestream, leaving him to take care of their child alone. What kind of thing was that...?

Anyway, he didn’t know what was so great about those delicate young male celebrities—soft and weak, they’d cry at the slightest scratch.

He wasn’t a fan himself; he preferred good entertainment novels. Chinese entertainment was her favorite, and though formulaic, it was truly enjoyable to read.

Especially with so many female stars, the Chinese entertainment world was best when the women got roasted—it just felt right...

He wasn’t planning to read any more alternate universe entertainment novels. A few days ago, he found one with an interesting setup, but the author turned all artsy and pretentious halfway through, writing some self-composed songs and poetic prose. It infuriated him, and he ended up berating the author online for days.

Chinese entertainment was better—never mind the music, just roast away...

“Honey, come listen to the song.”

“What? I told you I don’t appreciate it.”

Cheng Haipeng grumbled and refused on the spot. His wife watching young idols was one thing, but sometimes she wanted him to watch with her.

Was that even for humans to watch? It looked like a bunch of chicks doing exercises.

And the singing was unbearable. He had grown up in the golden age of Chinese music—how could he stand this nonsense?

“You’ll definitely like it, no joke. Come listen.”

“Fine, fine...”

Not wanting to wake their daughter with his shouting, he reluctantly agreed.

“Sweetheart, I’m risking my life to save you.”

Sighing, he sat down on the sofa, about to complain when the music on the screen caught his full attention.

This song was good. Though sung by a young guy, the quality was on a completely different level...

It had that old-school vibe!

“See? I told you you’d like it.”

Cheng Haipeng nodded begrudgingly. Among these young idols, there was actually one with real talent—a good kid!

The more he listened, the more he liked the song. Just as he was about to ask the title, he heard the line: “There is a wall in the heart...”

Wasn’t that the prose he had seen in the novel before?

“What the hell is going on?”

Was this song really real?