"The Season 1 champion of *I Am a Comedian* is the Da Fei team!"
As Deng Siqing announced the results, thunderous applause filled the venue.
Da Fei's performance in the show had been truly spectacular, and the championship title was well-deserved.
Cheng Huanhuan stood on the stage, her eyes glistening with emotion.
The pressure of performing skits had been immense during this period.
While Da Fei appeared to handle it with ease, Cheng Huanhuan had been in a state of constant tension.
After all, Da Fei had brought her onto the program. If she had failed, it would have been a disservice not only to him but also to Sister Deng.
Fortunately, all her efforts had paid off—she had finally secured the top spot.
Xie Yujun's eyes welled up with emotion. He wondered if his wife and daughter were watching him on television.
This honor was entirely thanks to Brother Fei.
It proved that choice was indeed more important than effort.
Lin Chudong, holding the trophy without much excitement, turned to one of the directors behind him and asked, "Have those electricians who came earlier left yet?"
***
Ten minutes later.
In the small alley to the left of the CCTV building.
The Niu Brothers lay on the ground, their faces bruised and swollen, their eyes filled with terror.
Lin Chudong stood before them, one foot planted on Oldest Niu's chest.
"Quite the nerve you have, daring to provoke me. How many years do you think you deserve?"
The Niu Brothers were utterly terrified. They had never imagined Da Fei would be so ruthless.
"Big brother, we were wrong! Please let us go!"
The brothers had planned to ambush Da Fei at the entrance, but he took them down in a flash.
These two burly men couldn't even last two moves against Da Fei.
Now they lay on the ground, clutching their crotches in agony.
The main reason for their suffering was Da Fei's despicable tactics—he had targeted their lower half relentlessly.
The brothers were no strangers to violence and already considered their own methods brutal, but Da Fei had proved even darker.
Lin Chudong asked, "Who sent you?"
"A writer named Zhou. We don't know him well."
Lin Chudong nodded. "Understood. Now get lost."
The Niu Brothers scrambled to their feet and fled. Deng Siqing asked in a low voice from the side:
"Just let them go like that?"
Lin Chudong nodded. "These people are more useful to us free than captured."
Suddenly, his phone rang. It was Kang Wenxue.
"Chief Editor Kang?"
"Da Fei, I heard about what happened yesterday. *Sigh*, if I'd known, I wouldn't have sent you to accept the Aurora Literary Award."
Lin Chudong smiled. "Chief Editor Kang, this has nothing to do with you."
"Never mind, let's forget about the past. I'm calling with some good news. Since you won't accept the Aurora Award, it doesn't matter. Yesterday, I received notification that *Three-Body* has won the Hugo Award for Best Novel."
"This is the highest honor in science fiction, equivalent to the Nobel Prize in the field. Also, the results of the science fiction writing competition are out—you took first place! The prize money is 200,000 yuan. I'll transfer it to you tonight."
Lin Chudong replied, "Thank you for all your efforts, Chief Editor Kang. I'll treat you to a meal soon."
Lin Chudong wasn't just being polite; he genuinely planned to treat him to a meal. Kang Wenxue had put a lot of effort into *Three-Body*, proving himself to be a truly responsible editor.
***
The Niu Brothers limped out of the alley, clutching their crotches, their faces contorted with humiliation.
"Big Brother," Second Brother Niu asked, "we didn't get the job done. Should we still collect the payment?"
"Don't be an idiot," Oldest Niu snapped. "Of course we get paid. We did our part, success or failure."
He pulled out his phone and called Zhou Shifang. "Zhou, when are you sending the money?"
Zhou Shifang's voice was icy. "You failed to complete the task, and you still dare to demand payment? Didn't I tell you the livestream time? Why is he still broadcasting?"
"Cut the crap, Zhou! We did our part. Send the money now—not a penny less than fifty thousand!"
"Go fuck yourself!" Zhou Shifang hung up.
Zhou Shifang was furious about Da Fei's victory.
Worse, he heard the results of the Essay Contest had been announced: *Three-Body* took first place, while his *Alien Homeland* didn't even make the top five.
It was all because of a post Lin Chudong had made online, which had meticulously exposed every logical flaw in his book.
The judging panel had seen it, and naturally, they wouldn't award him the prize.
Otherwise, with his wild imagination and writing skills, he should have at least taken one of the top three spots.
Zhou Shifang sighed dejectedly, changed his clothes, and went out to find a place to drown his sorrows.
But as soon as he reached the second floor, he suddenly noticed two figures waiting for him.
"Big... Big Brother Niu?"
Oldest Niu sneered. "Now you know to call me Big Brother Niu?"
Zhou Shifang backed away step by step. "Fifty thousand yuan, right? I was just about to transfer the money to you."
Oldest Niu stepped forward and kicked him. "Go fuck yourself."
The kick landed squarely in his groin. Zhou Shifang clutched his groin and collapsed to his knees, veins bulging on his forehead as his face turned crimson with pain.
***
Ten minutes later, Zhou Shifang lay on an ambulance gurney, howling in agony as he clutched his groin.
Coincidentally, a neighbor passing by saw Zhou Shifang in this state and quickly boarded the ambulance to help.
"Teacher Zhou, are you alright?"
Zhou Shifang only continued to wail, repeatedly shouting about his "thing."
The neighbor happened to be a reporter from the Capital Daily. He pulled out his phone and began recording a video of Zhou Shifang.
"Don't worry, Teacher Zhou! We'll definitely get justice for your... *thing*!"
At that moment, Zhou Shifang was more concerned about whether his "thing" would ever work again than about being filmed by the reporter.
The video quickly went viral online, instantly becoming a trending meme.
"Teacher Zhou's new masterpiece: 'My Roots.'"
"Haha, these netizens are savage! Do you think Da Fei did this?"
"Da Fei wouldn't stoop to something so crude. Teacher Zhou probably offended someone himself."
"Every villain gets their comeuppance. Speaking of which, can Teacher Zhou's roots still... you know... work?"
"..."
Upon seeing the news, Deng Siqing snorted, "He totally deserves this."
Lin Chudong chuckled, "I told you keeping those Niu Brothers alive would be more useful than arresting them."
Deng Siqing suddenly realized, "You mean... they did this?"
"Most likely."
"So... can his 'thing' still... you know... work?"
"Probably not."
"Tsk tsk..."
***
Zhang Yiran sat in her office and opened the Golden Phoenix Goddess Chart.
She was still in first place, having invested heavily in promoting the song.
This year's voting was IP-locked, making it difficult to artificially inflate the numbers.
Climbing to the top spot at the beginning was easy enough, but maintaining that position would depend entirely on the song's quality.
She opened QQ Music's Hot Songs Chart and saw that "Women Will Stay Young" had already secured the number one position. A wave of relief washed over her.
The entire company had thrown its full weight behind promoting this song, and it had finally managed to push Da Fei's "Friends" out of the top spot.
Being overshadowed by Da Fei multiple times had no real consequences, but if it happened again, it could significantly impact Zhang Yiran's fans.
After all, she was hailed as the Queen of Heaven. And what did that title mean? It meant being invincible in the music industry.
But now that Da Fei had managed to outshine her, how could she still be called the Queen of Heaven?
If Da Fei was even more formidable than the Queen of Heaven, what was he? A King of Heaven? Did he even qualify for such a title?
On the Golden Phoenix Goddess Chart, Yang Han ranked very high. Besides her, Deng Siqing's name was also rapidly climbing.
Although Lin Qiqi was within the top twenty, Zhang Yiran didn't take her seriously.
Her singing was truly mediocre, even slightly worse than Deng Siqing's. Even her performance of "Congratulations" on the Spring Festival Gala had only succeeded due to her cute and sweet appearance, high popularity, and the song's positive message.
If it came down to pure musical talent, she was no match for Zhang Yiran.
After glancing at the goddess chart for a while, Zhang Yiran opened QQ Music's Hot Songs Chart again.
She had intended to check the ranking of Yang Han's "Aurora," but as she scanned the list, her expression suddenly changed.
Her song had actually dropped to second place?
Some unknown song had appeared out of nowhere and pushed hers down.
*Wukong* - Da Fei
What the hell? When did Da Fei release a new song?
Zhang Yiran quickly checked the release time: 9 AM that morning.
In less than three hours, it had already surged to the top of the Hot Songs Chart?
*What kind of joke is this?*
Zhang Yiran quickly grabbed her headphones, plugged them into her computer, and clicked on the song.
She refused to believe that Da Fei could have produced a masterpiece that crushed her painstakingly crafted work in just three hours.
"Moonlight splashes across the starlit river, the road ahead stretches endlessly."
"Wind and smoke have faded, leaving only a solitary shadow."
"Who made me so skilled? Who left me torn between love and hate?"
"In the end, my heart shattered!"
Zhang Yiran frowned. *Chinese style?*
*Does Da Fei's song have Peking Opera elements?*
The song's quality was indeed good, but it shouldn't be this explosive, right?
Moreover, it wasn't even about love—it was about Journey to the West.
Even though Journey to the West is one of the Four Great Classical Novels, it couldn't possibly have the same broad appeal as a love song, could it?
Zhang Yiran felt utterly baffled. She forced herself to keep listening. After years in the music industry, why did it feel like everyone's tastes had suddenly changed?
"Both furious and sorrowful, both wild and mad—human, ghost, or demon?
It's all just a debt of the heart.
Call out to the Buddha, but there's no turning back.
Kneel before a master, and life and death become irrelevant.
In this world of good and evil, truth and falsehood blur; the threads of fate intertwine and scatter, leaving no clarity.
It's impossible to untangle!"
***
Zhang Yiran was utterly bewildered. She hurried into the office and explained the situation to Zhang Yina.
The sisters suddenly felt out of touch. Had the public's taste really shifted so dramatically?
Big Fei's song was undeniably good, but its meteoric rise was truly bizarre.
Zhang Yina walked out of her office, clapped her hands, and announced, "Everyone, pause your work for a moment. Who here has heard the song 'Wukong' that's number one on QQ Music?"
The employees remained silent, none daring to raise their hands. After all, everyone knew Big Fei and Zhang Yiran were bitter rivals. They had to listen to Big Fei's music or watch his shows in secret.
Zhang Yina anticipated their thoughts. "Don't worry, I'm not here to scold anyone. We have freedom of speech in this company. I have a serious question for you all."
A young man with glasses raised his hand. "Sister Yina, I've heard it."
"Do you know why it's so popular?"
"Yes, it's because of short videos," the young man replied.
Zhang Yina frowned slightly. "A background music for short videos? How did it become so popular so quickly?"
"It's not just that. One short video went viral on Douyin—a writer named Zhou Shifang got kicked in the nuts..."
"And when paired with this song, it just exploded."
Zhang Yiran quickly said, "Find it and show me."
The bespectacled man immediately pulled out his phone, opened Douyin, and found the video.
In the video, Zhou Shifang lay on an ambulance gurney, clutching his crotch and moaning in pain.
Then, Big Fei's Wukong chorus kicked in:
"What use is this iron staff?"
"What use are my transformations?"
"Still restless, still troubled."
"The Golden Hoop above my head, I want to speak but hold back!"
The comment section and live chat were flooded with memes and jokes.
"Big Fei, you're a real jerk! Why did you wait so long to release such a great song?"
"Big Fei always releases new songs at the perfect moment. This background music is just *chef's kiss*."
"Perfectly matched! Teacher Zhou Shifang, who knew Big Fei wrote a song just for you?"
"Can you guys stop overthinking? Big Fei is clearly singing about Sun Wukong from Journey to the West. What does this have to do with Teacher Zhou?"
"Exactly! No connection at all. It's all in our heads. That's why they call Big Fei a lawless rogue—he never leaves a trace."
"That's Big Fei's genius. He can insult people without giving them any evidence to hold against him."
"Not exactly. Don't you remember that saying? 'From afar, it's a dog; up close, it's a Japanese dog. But when you get close, oh, it's Mr. Zhou Shifang.'"
"Hahaha, is that even considered an insult? It's just a bit of witty banter."
"If you want to talk about real insults, remember when Big Fei went off on Li Zhilin? Who still has the original video of 'F*ck Your Mom'? Let me see that again."
"..."
Zhang Yina frowned slightly, surprised that the song had become popular because of this incident.
*Big Fei sure knows how to ride the wave of trending topics.*
Zhang Yiran looked utterly speechless. "It's unbelievable that this could overshadow me. What the hell."
Zhang Yina said, "Big Fei is just a show-off. But it doesn't matter. It won't affect your ranking on the Goddess Ranking. He's not even a contestant."
Even if Big Fei had written some of the songs, as long as he didn't perform them himself, his popularity wouldn't carry much weight.
Zhang Yiran was annoyed, but there was nothing she could do.
She refused to believe that such a trivial matter could keep Big Fei on top of her for long.
Zhang Yiran took this Goddess Ranking very seriously. Not only was she aiming to solidify her position as a reigning queen, but the ranking would also determine how much sponsorship money they received.
When money was involved, you had to take it seriously.
***
Kyoto Conservatory of Music
Composition Department
Wang Xiaoyan, a third-year student in the Composition Department, was attending a music appreciation class taught by an elderly professor.
During the professor's break, Wang Xiaoyan suddenly raised her hand.
"Teacher Xiao, I heard Senior Dafei was your student. Is that true?"
Professor Xiao paused, then smiled. "Big Fei is quite famous now, isn't he? You all admire him, right?"
"Yes," many students chimed in unison.
The Shanghai Conservatory of Music wasn't among the nation's top-tier institutions. Compared to the elite music universities in Beijing, it ranked as merely a mid-tier first-class university.
Yet the emergence of a prodigy like Big Fei from this school was enough for the students to brag about for years to come.
*In the future, I'll just say I'm Big Fei's junior. Who wouldn't give me some respect?*
Professor Xiao continued, "I did teach Big Fei, but I'm afraid he wasn't particularly outstanding during his time here. I don't have many vivid memories of him."
"It was only after he became famous that a colleague mentioned him, and I realized he was my student."
Wang Xiaoyan said, "Professor Xiao, could you evaluate Senior Dafei's songs?"
Professor Xiao paused. "I haven't heard many of his songs, but I really like 'Sailor.' Has he released anything new recently? We could analyze it live."
After all, this was a music appreciation class, and if the students were interested, it would be ideal if they could learn something from Dafei's music.
Suddenly, a student in the audience shouted, "Teacher Xiao, Senior Dafei has a new song called 'Wukong'! Could you review it?"
At the mention of "Wukong," the class erupted in laughter.
Teacher Xiao looked surprised. "What's wrong? Is this song a joke? Let me take a listen."
He opened his laptop, found the song, and played it in the classroom.
The melodious intro began, and the classroom gradually fell silent.
Despite the many inside jokes and memes, the song's quality remained undeniable.
Teacher Xiao's expression turned approving. Though online reviews of Dafei's work varied, when judged solely on musical quality, none of his songs had been disappointing.
When the song ended, the Composition Department students, their playful mood now subdued, put away their jokes.
They genuinely wanted to hear Teacher Xiao's assessment of the song.
Teacher Xiao opened the lyrics and savored them once more.
"This song's structure is excellent, starting with a restrained tone and building to a triumphant crescendo. The initial unease and melancholy, the unspoken words, all create a suffocating atmosphere."
"Then comes the defiant, unrestrained power of 'shattering the heavens.' It evokes the chaos of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven's rebellion. Since it's about Wukong, it naturally needs that same untamed spirit."
"Who cares who it is! One strike, and they'll all turn to dust and ashes!"
"I believe Big Fei wrote this song not just for Wukong, but for himself too."
"With another Wukong in the entertainment industry, things are sure to get lively."
Hearing Teacher Xiao's evaluation, everyone fell silent, suddenly aware of the gap between themselves and Senior Dafei. No one felt like joking around anymore.
Outsiders might see the spectacle, but insiders see the substance. Reaching the top of the trending songs chart in three hours wasn't just about memes.
When would they ever reach Senior Dafei's level?
Wang Xiaoyan raised her hand again. "Teacher Xiao, could you please comment on Lin Qiqi's song, 'I Am a Girl'?"
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