Chinese entertainment industry has been booming since 2008.

Who is most concerned about Zhang Yang's live stream on Raccoon Voice? If his fan club considers itself second, then absolutely no one would dare to claim first.

Zhang Yang's fan club is named Qi Mingxing Chen.

Qiming, or the morning star, is the brightest star before dawn, guiding people in the darkness. This symbolizes Professor Li Qingyan, played by Zhang Yang, as a guiding light that traverses the darkness and leads the female protagonist. It also symbolizes that he is the brightest star in the hearts of his fans.

The stars directly echo the male protagonist Li Qingyan's alien identity, representing that he comes from the vast starry sea, and also implying that every fan is a member of this brilliant starry sea.

Therefore, Zhang Yang's fans call themselves Stardust or Little Stars, after all, the universe is made up of countless stars and stardust, and this name perfectly fits the theme of "from the stars".

It also implies that Zhang Yang is a unique "star", and his fans are the "stardust" that gathers around him and supports his shining.

Zhang Yang's fans contacted the Raccoon Voice platform directly and requested 90% of the tickets for the event, all to support Zhang Yang in person.

Raccoon Voice didn't want money from the fan club; they wanted results. Even if they sold the tickets, how much would they make? It might even damage their reputation, making people say they were greedy. It's better to just give them away for free and gain some goodwill from casual listeners.

With only three days left until the "Zhang Yang. A Real Moment" live stream, the internet and the Raccoon Voice headquarters are simultaneously plunged into an extreme mix of noise and oppressive silence.

The trolls, like sharks smelling blood, clamored wildly on various platforms.

"Waiting to see if the singer in the recording studio will mess up during the live performance, and whether Zhang Yang dares to sing live."

"Three days until Zhang Yang's myth is shattered!"

A well-known music critic posted a sarcastic comment: "Let's wait and see if audio editing software and millions of sound engineers will get a day off in three days."

Some even confidently revealed: "According to inside information, Zhang Yang's team has prepared three audio tracks that can be switched at any time, and even the cough sounds are preset."

Zhang Yang's fans, the "Stars," stayed up all night controlling comments and fighting back against the negative publicity.

"Let the data speak for itself! Zhang Yang's live performance, let's get this trending!"

"I have faith in Yangyang's abilities; we'll see the results tomorrow!"

Zhang Yang's fan club even pre-ordered 500 million virtual gifts on Raccoon Voice to show off their presence during the live stream.

Behind the scenes, in Wang Xiaoer's office at Huayi, the air was thick with smoke.

"Is everything arranged?"

Upon hearing Wang Xiaoer's question, the person sitting below him immediately replied, "Mr. Wang, please rest assured. We have three professional vocal teachers on standby. As soon as Zhang Yang has even one pitch problem, we will immediately push out professional analysis across the entire internet. The online marketing team is also ready."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaoer nodded in satisfaction, then sneered, "I want him to know the consequences of offending Huayi in this industry."

Meanwhile, at Raccoon Voice's headquarters, which resembled NASA's launch control center, real-time data was rapidly fluctuating on a massive electronic screen:

Registered users have exceeded 6000 million!

1100 million people have booked the live stream!

5000 new users are registering every second!

The CTO slammed his hand on the table, his voice heavy, "Ensure the server's capacity. I need to ensure that even with 2000 million people online simultaneously, the screen doesn't lag for even a 0.1-second delay!"

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The performance stage has been set up, and the workers are testing it again and again to ensure that there will be no problems during the live broadcast.

Suddenly, the director pointed to a noticeably darker area and roared in anger: "Who's in charge of A4? Why are the lights out of sync? Do you even want to work here anymore? If you don't care, get out of here!"

After the stage was set up, Zhang Yang came out of the dressing room and arrived at the rehearsal site.

He refused the teleprompter provided by the production team and only asked for a bottle of mineral water.

The music director asked cautiously, "Yang, how about lowering the key by half a key?"

Zhang Yang shook his head: "The original tune."

"Then at least pre-record a track of the chorus from 'The Mute' as a backup?"

"unnecessary."

His voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable power.

During a break in rehearsals, Zhang Yang stood alone at the edge of the stage, with the empty audience seats below. Three days later, the seats would be packed.

In the darkness, his phone screen lit up with a message from Wang Jinghua: "Zhang Yang, I just received news that Wang Xiaoer is planning a large-scale attack when you sing 'The Mute'."

Zhang Yang lightly flexed his wrists, a cold smile playing on his lips, and tapped his phone: "Sister Hua, I was worried they wouldn't cause trouble. I'll take this opportunity to give them a lesson on what 'dimensional reduction attack' means."

Three hours later, the rehearsal ended, and Zhang Yang discovered that Mr. Zheng from Raccoon Voice had actually come to the scene.

Upon seeing Zhang Yang finish rehearsing, Zheng Hui immediately stepped forward with a smile and warmly shook his hand: "Mr. Zhang, the number of newly registered users on the Raccoon Voice platform has exceeded 7000 million."

Zhang Yang nodded calmly, giving the impression of someone who wouldn't flinch even if Mount Tai collapsed before him.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Zheng Hui glanced at the technical team who were still making final adjustments and said loudly, "Make sure the stage effects are perfect. After the live broadcast, everyone's bonus will be doubled."

On the way back, Zhang Yang's assistant, Sun Yu, was still checking the procedures when Zhang Yang suddenly said, "Remove 'Letting Go' from the playlist."

"Why? That's your most reliable song."

Zhang Yang looked at the streetlights flashing past the window and said calmly, "Too stable. This time, what I need for the live broadcast isn't stability, it's authenticity."

Time has completed its transition unnoticed, calmly and gracefully. Looking back from the threshold of November, the events of yesterday have settled into the background of life; looking into the distance, the future is slowly unfolding, waiting to be given new colors and meanings.

November 1st was Zhang Yang's live stream day.

The live stream was scheduled to start at 6 p.m., but it was only a little past 9 a.m., and the venue was already bustling with people, with bursts of laughter and chatter reaching the sky.

Meanwhile, a blurry Reuters photo went viral in various fan and anti-fan groups, showing Zhang Yang wearing a mask getting out of a nanny van with obvious fatigue in his eyes.

"See? Rehearsing all night didn't help!"

"Yangyang is giving it his all for the live stream!"

"Waiting for the major blunder tonight."

As a result, "Zhang Yang's condition" has become the hottest topic on the internet.

At Raccoon Voice Headquarters, Zheng Hui stared at the real-time data panel, his fingers unconsciously tapping the table.

The number of reservations has exceeded 1500 million, and this number is still growing by tens of thousands every minute. The technical team is conducting a final round of end-to-end stress testing.

The operations director's voice trembled as he said, "Mr. Zheng, our new registered users have exceeded 1 million. The server load we are adding every minute is equivalent to three months' worth of normal usage."