What a coincidence.
When Cao Cheng came to the capital,
the "Eight Plus One"—nine girls—had just finished their Asia tour and returned home to start their domestic tour.
These were already the last two shows.
This one was in the capital.
The final one would be in Zhonghai.
No helping it.
Miracle Media's headquarters was in Zhonghai, so the grand finale had to be held there.
Luckily, no one really cared about such details.
Cao Cheng also came to show his support.
Honestly,
since their debut, Cao Cheng had barely paid any attention to these nine girls—not exactly the mark of a good boss.
What?
I’m not the boss?
Old Four is the boss?
Well, that settles it then.
Cao Cheng secretly sighed in relief. Good thing he wasn’t the boss—otherwise, he’d have to worry about everything, and that would be such a hassle.
How could he leisurely travel around with Lingling like this otherwise?
...
Speaking of the team’s name, Cao Cheng could only facepalm.
It was voted on by fans—a rather tacky name like "Rocket Girls," called "Miracle Girls."
But...
Few actually called them "Miracle Girls." True fans referred to them as "Eight Plus One."
The Eight Golden Flowers, plus the Top Lucky Charm!
No disrespect intended, nor was it meant to sow division—it was just that "Eight Plus One" rolled off the tongue better.
No one knew who started it, but once it caught on, everyone just went with it.
Later, "Eight Plus One" morphed into "Wine"!
People started giving them nicknames based on different types of alcohol.
It gave Cao Cheng flashbacks to Detective Conan.
Anyway,
though the hype around this nine-member group had faded somewhat after a year,
completing a massive Asia tour—an epic milestone—had solidified their reputation.
They’d gained considerable fame across Asia.
A good thing.
For their careers, it was all upside, no downside!
...
Cao Cheng wore a mask, and so did Lingling.
The two blended into the crowd streaming into the stadium, holding hands like a young couple.
No one noticed them.
No one paid attention to those around them.
The place was packed.
Tens of thousands of fans, mostly young men and women, surged in from all directions like a tidal wave.
Who had the time to care about their surroundings?
Everyone jumped and waved fan signs, some even singing the group’s songs.
Cao Cheng shielded Lingling,
getting jostled by enthusiastic girls along the way.
By the time they found their seats, Cao Cheng was sweating.
Damn.
These fans were way too hyped.
Especially the female ones.
Who’d have thought the group’s fanbase would skew so heavily female?
Once seated,
Lingling couldn’t help but murmur, "They’re so popular!"
Cao Cheng chuckled. "How could they compare to you? If you took off your mask and went onstage, all nine would probably become your fans."
Lingling giggled softly. "Brother, you’re just flattering me."
"I’m serious. And your status isn’t something a girl group can match—you’re an artist. They’re just..."
Before he could finish, Lingling covered his mouth.
No way was he saying that out loud.
Surrounded by the group’s fans, they’d never make it out if anyone overheard.
Besides,
what kind of boss badmouths his own artists in private?
Even if Lingling knew Cao Cheng was just buttering her up—and not entirely wrong—some things were better left unsaid.
Lingling whispered, "Stop talking."
Cao Cheng smiled. He got her point, but he wasn’t putting anyone down—just stating facts.
The industry was all about status.
And Lingling had no shortage of fans herself.
...
The concert hadn’t started yet,
but the crowd was already hyping itself up.
Some male fans waved flags with a large character: "Brew!"
Lingling was puzzled.
"Brother, what’s that character? 'Brew'?" She wasn’t entirely sure.
Cao Cheng nodded. "As in brewing alcohol."
Lingling blinked. "What does it mean?"
Cao Cheng grinned. "You know they were originally called 'Miracle Girls,' but do you know what fans call them now?"
"What?" Lingling had no idea.
She hadn’t kept up with the group’s details.
Just seen the headlines.
Today was pure coincidence.
They happened to be in the capital during the group’s tour stop.
Lingling knew they were under the same company, so she’d mentioned wanting to see the live show.
Cao Cheng, of course, obliged—he’d gotten them tickets.
The organizer had offered VIP seats, but Cao Cheng thought that’d be too conspicuous. They were just there to soak in the atmosphere.
So,
the seats weren’t the best.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t have had to squeeze through the crowd.
VIPs had their own entrance—still crowded, but way more spacious.
"Fans now call them 'Wine Squad'—as in alcoholic drinks. And the fandom calls itself 'Fermentation Time.'"
Cao Cheng explained, "Some creative fans divided themselves into three sub-groups based on the brewing process: 'Steeping Squad,' 'Distillation Squad,' and this 'Aging Squad.'"
"The 'Aging Squad' is mostly male fans."
"That flag is their banner—'Brew' as in fermentation."
"..."
Lingling was speechless.
She couldn’t fathom how fans came up with such bizarre ideas.
How did "Miracle Girls" turn into "Wine Squad"?
They weren’t even remotely related.
Cao Cheng went on to explain the origin of the "wine" theme and how each member had a liquor nickname.
For example, the leader, Ye Lan, was called: "Moutai!"
"Pfft—"
Lingling couldn’t hold back a laugh.
A girl, the team’s leader no less, named after China’s most expensive liquor? Ridiculous.
Cao Cheng smirked. "It’s the priciest domestic brand. As the leader, she’s the core—fans even came up with symbolism."
"What symbolism?" Lingling asked.
Cao Cheng said, "They say Ye Lan’s dancing flows like Moutai—smooth and rich. Especially in traditional-style performances, she often wears red, symbolizing strong liquor. Red has always represented authority and heritage. Her fan color is cinnabar red."
He pointed at some fans.
Sure enough, a sea of red signs—the leader’s supporters.
Cao Cheng continued, "The second member, Shen Yi, is 'Sherry'—a fortified wine. Fans say her smile is as sweet as what Shakespeare called 'sunshine in a bottle.'"
"Third member, Xia Zhi, is 'Chianti'..."
Many were references from anime.
Fans just ran with it.
Cao Cheng listed them all for Lingling.
Including Fenjiu, Wuliangye, Zhuyeqing, and others.
...
Lingling was amazed.
So this was the world of idols and pop stars?
She couldn’t help feeling a twinge of envy. Unlike her, whose fans were just... piano music enthusiasts.
Well then.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
