Volume One, Chapter 42: He Is So Fertile

The time had come for the second episode of "Idol Two and a Half Years" to air.

Su Muyu and Su Ling sat together in the office, waiting for the show to begin, surrounded by a lively group of young women. Su Ling had come well-prepared, with an array of snacks—sunflower seeds, peanuts, and pickled chicken feet—all set out for a proper viewing party.

"Xiaoyu, what song did Jiang Yu sing, anyway? You were so mysterious after recording that day—no matter how much I asked, you wouldn’t say a word!"

That day, right after the recording, Yan Ming had called her, saying she should brace herself for a storm. Coupled with Su Muyu’s secretive attitude, Su Ling’s curiosity was nearly unbearable.

"Yes, Mumu, tell us!" the other girls chimed in eagerly. Through friends, they’d heard snippets about what had happened at the taping, but it was all vague and incomplete. Since entering the industry, they’d never encountered a situation quite like this.

"You’ll know if you just keep watching," Su Muyu replied, unable to suppress a smile at the memory of the wild scene during the recording.

"You’re being so dramatic!" Su Ling rolled her eyes and started gnawing on a chicken foot.

After what felt like an eternity, the moment finally arrived. Under the watchful gaze of thousands, Jiang Yu appeared on stage with a gentle smile.

Instantly, the live comments exploded in a frenzy of insults, the screen filled with every manner of abuse. Even in the studio, the audience hurled taunts—judging by their tone, it seemed they were all part of the same group.

"If you don’t respect our idol, how dare you go on stage?"

"Yeah, get off!"

But Jiang Yu seemed utterly unfazed by the jeers from the audience. Cheerful music began to play. With a slight smile into the microphone, he announced:

"Everyone, here’s a song for you—‘Don’t Bite Me’!"

At the song’s title, both the mentors on stage and the crowd below were stunned.

"Don’t Bite Me"? Bite? What’s that supposed to mean? What bites, anyway? And in light of the recent events surrounding Jiang Yu, the tension was palpable.

Jiang Yu’s lips curled into a mischievous smile.

"Stand straight. Attention."

"Woof woof!"

The opening narration left Su Ling and the others utterly dumbfounded—what kind of song was this? Was this even a song?

But as the next lines played, everyone’s hands began to tremble.

"Xiaofan, stand up straight."

"Ah Kun, why is your Xiaofan so disobedient?"

"Really now, dogs are used to crawling around—why force them to stand? After all, they’re dogs, right? Respect their nature! Don’t expect too much!"

"You’re barking? Not happy? Fine, I’ll just take you for a walk."

At this, everyone was left even more speechless.

What did he mean by this? Ah Kun, Xiaofan? Who were these names directed at?

In front of their screens, some viewers couldn’t help but smile, barely daring to breathe. Others, however, took the song personally—so much so that they were nearly breathless with rage.

He was calling people out directly—certain fans and their idol, no less.

"My eyes!" Su Ling rubbed her eyes, trying to see clearly if the person on stage was really Jiang Yu. But she’d forgotten—her hands were still sticky from the chicken feet. Everyone rushed to get her tissues.

"Xiaoyu, has Jiang Yu lost his mind? What kind of song is this? How can he even sing something like that?" Once she’d recovered, Su Ling shouted at Su Muyu.

"You’re just letting him stir things up?"

Su Muyu turned to her aunt and smiled. "What’s wrong with the song? I think it’s great, really effective."

She pointed at the barrage of scrolling comments on the screen.

Su Ling looked up.

"This narration has me in stitches!"

"Haha, so satisfying!"

"This is interesting. Haven’t seen a guy with this kind of guts in ages. You want to insult me? Fine, I’ll play with you!"

"The flavor is so strong."

"This kid is something else—daring to write and perform a song like this!"

Meanwhile, Jiang Yu’s singing continued. Some listened with excitement, others with fury, but everyone kept watching.

"As expected, in 2023, I, Jiang Yu, am back here again."

"A gentle rap to tell you all a few things."

"Listen carefully. If you have no patience, just close the player now."

"It’s not just 2023—come 3023, there’ll still be people barking at us along the way."

"Writing and composing are my pleasures."

"But to sing about this—isn’t that giving it too much credit?"

The lyrics, light and breezy in rhythm, carried a sharp edge. The song was anything but gentle.

He’d gone all out, likening fandoms to dogs. And that word "credit" dripped with disdain. This wasn’t just fire—it was a blazing Gatling gun, not a mere pistol.

Those who heard it could only think two words:

"Outstanding!"

More and more people started becoming fans of this bold, unyielding young man. The song began spreading like wildfire.

In just over an hour, downloads on the music platform soared past a million.

"I just sit at my keyboard, writing original songs from the heart. That’s my talent, my passion."

"While someone behind the scenes directs a plot with ill intent."

"Simple music, now tangled up in dirty interests."

"Every note and pure heart in music—why must they always be ensnared by hypocrisy?"

Here, the meaning became clearer. Wasn’t he referencing the recent online attacks against him? Was there someone orchestrating things from behind the curtain?

Many began digging for the truth, and discovered that, apart from the core fans, most of those slandering Jiang Yu were using multiple accounts from the same IP address.

There was definitely a mastermind at work.

This song was his powerful rebuttal. But it wasn’t just that he fought back—it was that he sang the rebuttal aloud, which was truly fearsome!

And more astonishing was that Jiang Yu's online harassment had all happened only recently—so this song must have been written in just a couple of days.

His talent was terrifying. His musical skills were extraordinary.

Even the bystanders, the fans, and the paid trolls were left stupefied.

The song went on.

"I once asked myself whether it’s necessary to strike back so boldly."

"But some people make me sick to even think about them, so I have to summon the courage of a big brother."

"I often wonder if the self-righteous still have any conscience left."

"If you’re suffering from mental illness, please seek out the experts at the Third Hospital."

Su Ling couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Telling them to go to the Third Hospital—that was a psychiatric institution. This guy was ruthless!

Su Muyu glanced at her aunt. "Didn’t I tell you? It’s a great song."

Su Ling frowned. Fine, it was a good song, but why was she wearing such a proud expression? Infuriating! Her own kin was siding with outsiders now!