Precious One Minute, Whole Apartment Live Stream

It was just an impromptu speech.

Xiang Tiange didn’t have much substantial content to share.

She simply talked about the atmosphere at the event and how excited she felt to be surrounded by so many friends who loved the world of anime and comics.

She spoke for about a minute.

Then, from the side of the stage, the next group of performers finally appeared.

Xiang Tiange’s expression instantly relaxed as she wrapped up her speech:

“I’ve taken up enough of your precious time. Please save your highest enthusiasm for the performers coming up next.”

“I hope everyone enjoys the event today! Thank you all!”

With that, her speech concluded.

Xiang Tiange handed the microphone back to the host and led her dance team members off the stage.

“Thank you.”

As the seven “little white flowers” passed by Lin Yu,

their eyes briefly met, and Lin Yu silently thanked Xiang Tiange for buying them some time.

Xiang Tiange smiled softly and whispered:

“Perform well—don’t mess up.”

“This isn’t a rehearsal anymore; it’s a live show.”

“Go on. Let the world of anime… discover you.”

Further back,

Chi Qingchi stood with her hands clasped behind her back,

watching as Xiang Tiange stepped away from the “glittering” stage.

Chi Qingchi understood perfectly well the significance of Xiang Tiange’s impromptu speech just now.

Time-wise, even without that speech,

they would have made it back to the venue before the host finished speaking.

But performing under the pressure of racing against time,

with nerves stretched thin—how would the musicians feel? It was easy to imagine.

One minute.

It gave everyone a chance to catch their breath.

One minute.

It allowed those about to take the stage to reset their minds.

One minute.

Seemingly short, yet incredibly precious.

What was even more unexpected was that

this one minute came from someone she had been competing against for two years.

Chi Qingchi: “……”

As Xiang Tiange walked toward her, Chi Qingchi felt her nose tingling.

Oh no—she couldn’t cry in front of her!

She’d never hear the end of it.

What should she say? She had to thank her… right?

Chi Qingchi spoke softly:

“Tha—”

Before she could even finish the word “thanks,”

Xiang Tiange cut her off:

“Hey, Silver Medal Master, did you hear my little promo just now?”

“The atmosphere here is amazing~”

“Heh, winning won’t be so easy for you!”

“Save your congratulations for after the event.”

Her teasing words dissolved the delicate mood between them.

Chi Qingchi’s confident demeanor returned as she shot back:

“Pfft, Xiang Tiange, don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“Just wait and see—our club will take home the first gold cup!”

The two girls exchanged a smile.

On stage,

Lin Yu glanced at his “teammates” around him.

Seeing their determined gazes fixed on him, ready to go,

he felt something unexpected stir inside him.

When he had taken on the role of lead singer,

his only thought was helping Chi Qingchi secure the system’s rewards.

But after spending a few hours with them,

these anime-loving teammates—and even their rivals—

somehow made him, someone who had lived a second life,

feel the urge to “fight.”

Lin Yu signaled to the sound technician below the stage,

and their performance officially began!

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Commercial Street.

Aunt Qimeng’s flower shop.

At noon, there weren’t many customers buying flowers,

but the shop was livelier than usual.

Huang Feirong pointed excitedly at the computer screen:

“Here he comes, here he comes!”

“Look, it’s Lin Yu!”

Beside her,

Mao Ruirui, who had been eating from a lunchbox, immediately set it down

and focused intently on the Douyu livestream.

“Wow, pure white hair!”

“I recognize this character—it’s… it’s…”

Mao Ruirui struggled to recall.

Chang Xiaoxiao adjusted her glasses and said in awe:

“It’s Kaneki Ken from Tokyo Ghoul—one of my favorite anime characters!”

“Lin Yu… he looks just like him!”

“I never knew our senior could sing so well!”

“He’s on par with professional singers—so impressive!”

Chen Qimeng stood behind Huang Feirong, her eyes filled with admiration.

Watching the barrage of comments on the screen

and seeing Lin Yu shine so brightly on stage,

she felt both excited and happy.

Excited that more people were seeing his talent.

Happy that he had found such wonderful friends his age.

“Lin Yu… has always been a great singer,”

Chen Qimeng said gently.

“But now, he’s even more confident.”

Thanks to the livestream link Chi Qingchi had shared in the apartment group chat,

at least half of their neighbors could witness Lin Yu’s shining moment.

This way,

his standing in the apartment would surely improve.

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Third floor of the apartment.

Mo Shangying’s room.

“Blood-stained memories~~”

“Oh my god, those falsetto notes are insane!”

“How does Master even hit them?!”

Ying’er turned up the volume on the external speakers.

Watching the radiant “Kaneki Ken” on screen,

her heart swelled with pride.

How lucky was she

to have such an amazing guy as her master—and more?

How could she not feel proud?

But she wasn’t the only one thinking this way.

To her left sat Ye Mengfu.

To her right, the substitute—Maomao.

Maomao clasped her hands together, her eyes sparkling.

“Lin Yu… is just too good at everything,”

she murmured in admiration.

“Is there anything he can’t do?”

Hearing Ying’er and Maomao’s praise in succession,

Ye Mengfu’s heart fluttered as she twirled her fingers.

The one they were praising… was her boyfriend!

She remembered how, during one of their quiet moments together,

Lin Yu had asked her to sing for him.

Who knew

he was such a powerhouse vocalist himself?

Maybe next time they were alone…

she could ask him to sing for her.

Just for her.

The mere thought made her cheeks flush.

“Speaking of singing…”

Ying’er grinned mischievously.

“Maomao, you probably don’t know this, but there’s a nightingale hiding in my room!”

Ying’er and Maomao both turned to look at Ye Mengfu.

Ye Mengfu: “???”

How did the topic suddenly land on her?

Ying’er’s eyes gleamed.

“This song Lin Yu just sang—want to give it a try, little Fu?”

“Just pretend Maomao isn’t here. Sing a little for us?”

Pretend Maomao wasn’t there?

That was impossible for Ye Mengfu.

But what really got to her was…

It was Lin Yu’s song.

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