Zhou Yi and Xie Tingwan stood close together, their proximity brimming with subtle intimacy.
Xie Tingwan tilted her head slightly, gazing into Zhou Yi’s deep, mesmerizing eyes as she remarked admiringly,
"I never expected President Zhou to be such an excellent dancer. Is there anything you can’t do?"
Zhou Yi smiled faintly. "There are plenty of things I can’t do. You just haven’t discovered them yet."
"How could that be? In my eyes, you’re practically omnipotent."
At that moment, Xie Tingwan was unaware of Zhou Yi’s piano skills, but someone at the banquet had already recognized him.
A woman in a sleek white satin dress approached them.
Zhou Yi and Xie Tingwan had just finished dancing, and Zhou Yi was in the middle of kissing her hand in a gentlemanly gesture. The woman waited for him to straighten up before speaking.
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Zhou?"
Both Zhou Yi and Xie Tingwan turned to look at her. The woman offered them an elegant, radiant smile, her gaze lingering on Zhou Yi.
Zhou Yi responded politely, "Hello, yes, that’s me."
He assumed she was just another admirer asking for his contact information, but instead, she exclaimed with admiration,
"I knew it! You’re just as elegant and handsome as you were in the video."
Zhou Yi looked puzzled. "Video? What video?"
Lawrence chuckled. "It seems you’re unaware that you’ve gone viral on OTO."
She pulled out her phone and showed Zhou Yi the clip of him playing the piano at the restaurant.
"This video of you playing piano has already amassed seven million likes. People in the comments are saying you’re on par with Mr. Albedo."
Zhou Yi took the phone and confirmed it was indeed the video from that day—someone in the restaurant had recorded and uploaded it to OTO.
Xie Tingwan stared at the screen in disbelief, watching Zhou Yi’s fingers dance effortlessly across the keys.
This was unbelievable.
She had no idea Zhou Yi possessed such extraordinary piano skills.
This was a side of him she’d never seen before—exuding the poise and grace of a seasoned artist, as if he’d spent years mastering the instrument.
With a teasing smile, she said, "It seems my earlier statement wasn’t wrong after all. President Zhou truly is capable of anything. Just how many surprises do you have hidden away?"
Zhou Yi sighed in resignation. "I was just playing casually that day. I never expected it to blow up like this."
The comments were flooded with praise—some from fans of Albedo, others from piano enthusiasts and musicians, all deeply moved by Zhou Yi’s performance.
Lawrence’s eyes sparkled with admiration. "Albedo is my favorite pianist. I’ve spent years trying to master his signature piece, but I could never capture the depth of emotion he conveys. Mr. Zhou, you must be a pianist of equal caliber. Are you a professional from China?"
Xie Tingwan’s eyes curved into crescents as she laughed lightly. "You might not know this, but he’s actually still a university student."
Lawrence gasped in surprise. "Then does Mr. Zhou study piano professionally?"
Zhou Yi shook his head. "No, my major is visual communication."
Lawrence clasped her hands together. "Oh my goodness... Then you must be a genius, blessed with unparalleled talent."
She showered Zhou Yi with compliments before finally excusing herself, only to immediately start discussing him with other attendees.
Meanwhile, Xie Tingwan searched for the video on OTO herself. Typing in "piano," Zhou Yi’s clip instantly appeared at the top.
The video had gained even more traction after Matthew reposted it with the caption: "This is Mr. Zhou Yi from China. He has left me utterly awestruck!"
Matthew, a student of Albedo, had a sizable following on OTO, and his endorsement propelled the video to even greater visibility.
The comments were split—half marveling at Zhou Yi’s looks and charisma, the other half praising his piano prowess. Soon, international students began recognizing him.
Many assumed Zhou Yi was a professional pianist from China, but those who knew him clarified in the replies that he was merely a university student. Few believed it.
[There’s no way this level of skill comes from an amateur!]
[They even claim he doesn’t major in piano. How is that possible?]
[Even if he isn’t now, he could easily become a master on par with Albedo in the future!]
[I can confirm—he’s a student currently competing in the international math modeling contest in Lansda. He’s representing China as their top scorer!]
[How can one man be so perfect? I want to be his girlfriend.]
[He should be entering piano competitions, not math ones.]
[Honestly, he could also be an international model. With those looks and that physique, he’d dominate the industry.]
The comment section soon devolved into debates about what career path Zhou Yi should pursue—none of them aware that he was already the CEO of his own company. Had they known, the reactions would’ve been even more exaggerated.
As the video continued circulating, it eventually made its way back to China. Bloggers who specialized in reposting foreign content quickly identified Zhou Yi and capitalized on the trend.
Anything related to Zhou Yi was guaranteed to go viral—he was essentially a walking traffic magnet, or as these bloggers saw it, a walking goldmine.
Unsurprisingly, Zhou Yi once again topped the trending charts.
The hashtag [#ZhouYiPianoTakesOverTheWorld] climbed to the top of the trending searches.
At first, some skeptics dismissed it without even watching the video.
[Wasn’t he supposed to be abroad for a math competition? How did piano get involved?]
[President Zhou... playing piano??? That just doesn’t sound right.]
[Seriously, Zhou Yi can’t go anywhere without making headlines. Even studying abroad lands him on the trending searches.]
[Are his fans exaggerating again? ‘Takes over the world’? Yeah right—wait, holy... IS THAT ZHOU YI?!]
Once they clicked on the video, their reactions mirrored those of the international audience—even the habitual critics were stunned.
[No way... THAT’S President Zhou?! OMG... I think I just swooned.]
[#1 on OTO’s trending list with over 7 million likes. That crushes most foreign influencers’ stats.]
[I don’t know much about piano—can someone explain how impressive this actually is?]
[Let’s just say he’s on par with the most renowned pianists in China. (Though I might be biased because his face is too distracting.)]
[Watching him play is pure bliss—a treat for both the eyes and ears.]
[Zhou Yi’s fans get to feast like this every day? Count me in—I’m joining the Feather Army!]
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
