Volume One, Chapter 43: Sleepless Fangirls

Look at these wild comments. Jiang Yu alone outnumbers everyone else’s data for the entire episode. Since Jiang Yu began singing, the barrage has never ceased.

“Exactly! Super energetic!”
“I can’t stop laughing, seeking out a renowned doctor at Third Hospital. Let me clarify, my place really does have a Third Hospital.”
“No doubt, those idol fandom people are a bunch of lunatics!”
“This is what it means to be badass!”
“Well said, I declare myself a Jiang Yu fan now!”

The comment section is full of praise.

Inside a luxury apartment, debris from shattered items littered the floor.

“Jiang Yu!!!”

Xu Kun vented his anger, then sat gloomily on the sofa, feeling helpless. He regretted listening to his boss and provoking such a person, regretted subtly inciting fans against him. But there was no turning back now. He glanced at his fan group.

The fan group was filled with furious complaints, everyone seemed about to explode in rage. Perhaps he once had to incite them, but now there was no need; Jiang Yu had already incurred the wrath of thousands.

Yet what they didn’t know was that the worst was yet to come.

“Be a person first, then do things. Don’t you understand this principle?”
“What you post, does it matter? Can you face your parents with it?”

The lyrics were obvious, directly lambasting those who orchestrated and participated in the event.

You did such things.
You exposed someone online.
You refuse to act like a human, insisting on behaving like a dog, like a fool.
Can you face your parents?

The classic saying goes: If a child is not taught, it’s the father’s fault.

They spent vast sums on education, only to raise such a creature.
Have you ever considered how your parents would feel if they knew what you were doing?
Or, do you simply have no parents at all?

Jiang Yu’s Weibo follower count kept climbing, breaking through three hundred thousand, then four hundred thousand.

“He’s killing it! So satisfying, this song!”
“I’m dying of laughter! I’ve seen people curse, but never like this!”
“The more I listen, the more incredible Jiang Yu sounds, absolutely amazing!”

Meanwhile, the brother’s fan group was wailing in despair.

“Damn you, Jiang Yu!”
“What do we do? This is fatal!”

“This is so deadly for our brother.”
“You’re only being exposed online, but our brother’s career is at stake. Jiang Yu is so heartless!”
“Jiang Yu, you bastard, do you realize singing this song could ruin our brother’s life!!”
“I can’t take it anymore, sisters, gather up, let’s go after him!”

But they couldn’t imagine this was merely the appetizer.

“Straighten your slender waist, don’t keep being so bored.”
“Hide your lonely trap.”
“Brother, always brother, your mother gave you eyes yet you let brother blind you.”

“If standing up is violence, then selling works and faking numbers—isn’t that evil?”

The penultimate lyric originally should have been “Profit, always profit, your mother gave you eyes yet you let profit blind you.” But Jiang Yu changed it directly to “brother,” just to make it clear: I am cursing you!

And the effect was just as he intended—explosive!

Blinded by brother—who does that refer to? He was outright pointing at the idol fandom crowd and insulting them.

The final lyric tore away all pretense.
With a single stroke, many people were hit.

In the entertainment world, everyone’s done data manipulation. Many entertainment company bosses turned pale hearing this—they all knew the reality.

This Jiang Yu was not afraid of anything—no, that’s too mild. He was a lunatic, daring to say it outright.

But their anger wasn’t toward Jiang Yu; instead, they cursed Li Gang of Star Entertainment for provoking this madman.

Don’t you know the ruthless fear the reckless, and the reckless fear those with nothing to lose?

Jiang Yu was clearly one with nothing to lose.

Online, the scene was lively.

“I’m dying! They wanted to expose someone, but got cursed in return, and even sang the curses.”
“Brother Yu is incredible—there’s no other word for it, he’s my internet mouthpiece!”
“So strong! Unbelievably strong!”

Those long poisoned by fandom culture, the normal people, all felt a single word: Satisfaction!

Then,

“I have no interest in flattering your so-called duty.”
“Showing your dog tail for brother, barking nonsense online.”
“You think all netizens are idiots?”
“It’s never quiet here with dogs barking.”
“Rip off the mask, reveal the ugly face and heart, and be spat on by the whole world.”

These lyrics pushed the song to its peak.

What did it mean?

Showing your dog tail for brother, barking online?

Not a single word mentions idol fandom, yet every sentence speaks to it.
Is this the difference between the cultured and the uncultured?

“In the lonely night, rain falls outside the window.”
“Damp air, filthy mud.”
“Like your heart, why not wash it?”

The idol girls all turned pale.
Whose heart is filthy!

Setting aside the facts, even if you cursed us a bit, did you have to go this far?

But what came next was even more infuriating.

“It’s not about you, really not you.”
“Listen closely, the reshot accent.”
“Don’t want to see clearly, the picture’s stale.”
“It was just for a laugh, maybe it could be overlooked.”

Not about you, really not you—what does that mean?

It means we automatically took it personally?
How disgusting.

Not a single line directly addressed this group, but every word was about them.

And then saying it’s not about you?

Who are you trying to disgust here?

The idol fandom grew angrier, but the bystanders felt more and more delighted.

Jiang Yu’s fans grew in number, becoming increasingly active online.

No matter how the hired trolls tried to smear him, there was always a lyric in this song to counter them.

For the first time, the idol fandom felt powerless.

They had always been fearsome—no matter how veteran, how famous, if you offended their brother, they would destroy you, leaving nothing in their wake.

But facing a newcomer, for the first time, they felt fear.

With one person’s strength, he cursed the entire fandom.

At the end of the song,

Jiang Yu added a cyberpunk flourish:

“The scenery of Jiangxia is beautiful, how could you ever understand?”
“Life is careless, arrogance burns out in a season.”
“Stand at ease, then stand at attention, straighten your slender waist.”
“Don’t keep being bored, hide your lonely trap.”

A direct finishing blow.

The last line perfectly conveyed his attitude: just two words—contempt.