After the concert, Jiang Che became an overnight sensation!
To be precise, it was his song "Father" that went viral!
Xiao Wanwan's concert unexpectedly featured a Blond Boy whose performance of "Father" stunned the entire audience.
Such an explosive moment was inevitably captured by many attendees on video. Combined with Xiao Wanwan's inherent star power, the incident quickly soared to the top of trending lists on major short-video platforms.
["Father"—Did This Song Make You Cry?]
[Who Is This Mysterious Blond Boy?]
[Music Industry Titans Stunned by Blond Boy's Vocal Prowess!]
Even some heavyweight figures in the entertainment industry were stirred by the phenomenon.
While the lyrics of "Father" were undeniably moving, they weren't groundbreaking enough to shake the music world. What truly left everyone in awe was the singer's vocal technique!
Jiang Che's god-tier singing skills were no joke—far surpassing the average singer's capabilities.
Unless you were a protagonist from some entertainment novel with a "God of Song" system, Jiang Che's voice stood in a league of its own.
"Holy crap, who is this blond kid? His singing is insane!"
"Father's Day is just around the corner—I’m gonna learn this song and sing it for my dad!"
"I usually can’t stand guys with dyed blond hair, but for some reason, he doesn’t seem annoying at all."
"As long as the blond dude isn’t part of some NTR plot, I’m cool with him."
"I bet this Blond Boy is actually a secret alias for some legendary singer."
"Wait, doesn’t 'Father' lowkey diss Xiao Wanwan? I mean, sure, Xiao Chuan brought her back into the family, but she probably never experienced real fatherly love."
"Honestly, Xiao Chuan’s the one who should feel guilty. As a father, he failed miserably at his duties..."
Gradually, the online discourse shifted, as if a swarm of paid trolls had descended to ruthlessly criticize Xiao Chuan.
Meanwhile, in a high-rise hotel...
Xiao Chuan glared furiously at his subordinates, his face dark with rage.
"Useless! You actually lost track of him? What good are you?"
Xiao Chuan was seething. He couldn’t hate that Blond Boy more.
The song "Father" had thrown him into the fire, and to make things worse—just as he was leaving the concert, someone exposed his real identity!
The swarm of reporters that followed? All thanks to that damn Blond Boy.
"Boss, our guys had eyes on him the whole time, but he just... vanished. It was eerie."
Xiao Chuan nearly exploded. "Get out! All of you, get out!"
He swore to himself—from now on, any blond punk he saw? He’d beat them up on sight.
Money wasn’t an issue; he could afford the lawsuits.
"Boss, the young misses are back... Would you like to see them?"
At the mention of his daughters, Xiao Chuan’s anger melted away, replaced by a beaming smile.
"Hurry, hurry! I need to keep apologizing to my girls today..."
He was determined to make up for his past failures, pouring all his love and attention into his daughters.
His company? His billions? Social obligations?
Screw all that—nothing mattered more than his girls.
Little did Xiao Chuan know, his eldest daughter, Xiao Sisi, was already on the verge of falling for Jiang Che, the Blond Boy.
......
"Jiang Che!!!!!"
The moment Yu Wan'er returned to the Jiang residence, she erupted into a tantrum, gnashing her teeth.
Jiang Che had gotten home earlier and was lounging on the sofa, one arm around Dong'er while the adorable catgirl Huangdoufen sat curled up on his lap.
Huangdoufen had grown nearly as intelligent as a human girl, but she remained clingy, sticking to Jiang Che like a little koala whenever she took human form.
Jiang Che glanced sideways. "What? Something wrong?"
His nonchalance only fueled Yu Wan'er's frustration.
"Why don’t you dye your hair blond again and go pick up more girls?"
Her words left Qin Qiaoqiao, who had just walked in behind her, utterly confused.
Blond hair? Picking up girls?
Innocent and slow on the uptake, Qin Qiaoqiao had a habit of missing social cues—which was probably why Jiang Che had charmed her so easily.
After a long pause, she finally connected the dots and poked Ye Mengyao’s arm. "Mengyao... was that Blond Boy at the concert actually...?"
Ye Mengyao sighed and nodded.
Jiang Che chuckled, setting Huangdoufen down. The catgirl trailed behind him, her ears twitching excitedly.
When Jiang Che strode toward Yu Wan'er, the girl instinctively backed away, fear flickering in her eyes.
Despite knowing Jiang Che wouldn’t hit her, she dreaded the countless other ways he could mess with her.
But to her surprise, Jiang Che simply scooped her up, planted a soft kiss on her cheek, and murmured, "Behave."
Instantly, the feisty girl froze, cheeks puffing out in a pout.
...
"Jiang Che, are you really going after Xiao Wanwan?"
Qin Qiaoqiao’s eyes sparkled with delayed realization.
As the first girl Jiang Che had won over, she had long since become his devoted fan. While she used to feel jealous when he flirted with others, she’d since given up.
After all, resistance was futile—Jiang Che was like sand slipping through her fingers. The harder she tried to hold on, the faster he slipped away.
Might as well help him expand his harem.
"Yep. I’m adding Xiao Wanwan to the group. You girls okay with that?"
Jiang Che patted Qin Qiaoqiao’s head.
The spacious sofa was already crowded with stunning girls of all types.
The one thing Jiang Che’s villa never lacked? Beautiful women.
"Awesome! Hehehe... Xiao Wanwan’s such a sweet, innocent starlet..." Qin Qiaoqiao rubbed her hands together eagerly.
Ye Mengyao didn’t object either, though a hint of anticipation flashed in her eyes.
Her heart had long been claimed by Jiang Che—after all, she’d even betrayed her best friend Yu Wan'er for him. What was one more girl?
"F-Fine..." Yu Wan'er mumbled, her head drooping. But inside, her heart ached.
It felt like she once owned an entire cake, only for everyone to take a slice. Now, her portion was tiny.
She wanted to cry.
"Wan'er, how about this? Say 'I love you,' and I’ll spoil you more from now on." Jiang Che tapped her petite nose.
"W-Who loves you?! Never! You... you jerk!" She turned red, stubbornly refusing.
Sure, she’d admitted her feelings before—but back then, it was just the two of them. Less embarrassing.
With so many people around right now, asking her to say "I love you" out loud would be nothing short of social suicide on an epic scale!
Jiang Che let out a wicked chuckle and pulled out his phone.
"Knew you wouldn’t admit it," he thought smugly. That recording he’d made? He’d kept it close all this time.
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?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
