After gender swapping, my best friend and I hardcore BL (Boys' Love) became top influencers.

The live broadcast of the Superstar finale is scheduled to start promptly at 8 PM.

This live stream is incredibly popular, and fans watch it both online and offline simultaneously. For overseas fans, it's a bit more complicated because of the time difference.

Not only fans of each group attended the event, but also representatives from various talent agencies, film and television platforms, and brands.

The VIP seats inside were filled with business owners, and our Uncle Donghai, as the boss of Donghai Entertainment, was naturally there as well.

He's sitting there obediently now, looking at the gifts his fans gave him, and seems quite happy about it.

It's still in the pre-live broadcast phase, but the live stream room is already filled with all sorts of colorful text and bullet comments, making it impossible to see the screen clearly.

The number of online users is still climbing, but the network connection is inconsistent.

If the online support is this exaggerated, the offline support is even more frightening.

Now that it's the finals, everyone's no longer holding back, and fans are using every trick in the book.

I won't go into detail about the various large screens, flower walls, and drones. When fans went to the offline performances before, they were suppressed by the evil production team, their phones were confiscated, and they weren't even allowed to bring a light stick.

On the night of the finals, all those constraints were finally lifted.

The light sticks made by the fans were almost bigger than the blankets covering them, ideally the kind that could kill a rival fan group with a single strike.

The trainees prepared intensively for the live broadcast of the finals for more than ten days, and rehearsed at least three times.

The fans have been working tirelessly all day to prepare for this moment tonight.

They're pulling out groups, grabbing tickets—all sorts of stratagems are being used to get the light boards in the main areas raised and give their idols the biggest boost.

They've all gone so far as to stage a spy movie, using tricks like "deceiving the heavens to cross the sea," "secretly crossing the Chencang pass," and "a cunning rabbit with three burrows."

In order to change her seat, Xiang Wanwan even reluctantly swapped tickets with her rivals and CP fans.

In fact, she knew that the other party also knew that she was Lan Wei, but she pretended not to know; in fact, the other party also knew that she knew they were rivals and that there were evil CP fans, but she also pretended not to know.

This is a logical reasoning problem involving what you know and what you don't know.

The relationship between the three fan groups also saw an epic development at this time. As for how long this precious "peace period" will last—

That was probably the moment when they threw their light sticks at each other like batons.

Similarly, the same scene is playing out repeatedly among fans of other trainees, all for the sake of debuting.

Ji Yan's family first used the slogan "Debuting in the Center Position":

[Everyone has it!]

Tonight is crucial! Everyone, put Ji Yan aside for now! The stage performance tonight isn't important! The vote is!

[Let him dance if he wants to! Forget about his stage performance! Vote first! Vote first! Remember to vote first! We'll see about his stage performance after Ji Yan debuts as the center!]

[You all have to stay on VB tonight! Do whatever the fan club says!]

[The vote difference is so small, the next team could catch up in no time! Ji Yan must debut in the center position! Otherwise, all our efforts will be in vain!]

Similarly, Su Xingran's fans kept making announcements in various groups:

The battle has only just begun! Every vote counts!

[We have so few votes! Can all you fans please stand up straight?!]

[Tianhua is standing right across from us! What's behind Su Xingran? Can everyone come to the show tonight? Can we stock up on more tickets?]

[Raise your big light sticks! Anyone who tries to take a spot will be slapped! Those with spare money, donate to the fan club! If you don't follow the fan club, you'll get sabotaged!]

[Aren't you all feeling resentful looking at this vote count? It's so close! Our Su Xingran should be number one in the center!]

……

The rhetoric from various companies urging users to spend money is becoming increasingly aggressive.

The large-character posters and red exclamation marks were a mess, making it hard to look at and creating an atmosphere of extreme anxiety and high pressure.

It is this kind of atmosphere that makes it easy for fans trapped in it to be coerced and oppressed by this kind of rhetoric.

When they're urging fans to spend money, they say their idols are just missing this one; when they stop being fans, they say their idols don't need this one.

Why should idols, who are supported by countless acts of sincerity, have to make their fans bend down and humbly offer their own contributions?

Perhaps it's because they have too much to support, not only their idols and the company's financial future, but also the ocean-view houses of their big fans.

In any case, the final match is finally about to begin tonight.

Jiao Wangshu, who was waiting backstage to go on stage, clenched her fists, feeling a little uncomfortable.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a little nervous now that things had really come to this.

Perhaps it was because of the special atmosphere at the final night?

This performance was different from the previous ones; there were even more fans here today.

Jiao Wangshu watched as his fans held up light boards and shouted his name.

This was the first time he had ever felt so directly that so many people had come for him.

But he can't debut today...

Overwhelmed by this overwhelming and direct love, Jiao Wangshu felt like a drowning man, as if he was about to suffocate.

He had a panic attack.

Jiao Wangshu's vision became increasingly blurry, his heartbeat quickened, and even his own body trembled involuntarily.

"Bright, bright..."

"...Look at me."

He was surrounded by indistinct sounds. At some point, Ling Tinglan cupped Jiao Wangshu's face in her hands and called his name over and over again.

"breathe."

Jiao Wangshu instinctively followed his instructions, and her short, slow breaths gradually calmed down with each deep and shallow breath.

Ling Tinglan's fingers gently touched Jiao Wangshu's eyelashes, taking away the tears in his eyes as well.

He sighed, then reached out and pulled the person into his arms, gently patting Jiao Wangshu's back and comforting him again and again.

"I'm here too, Jiaojiao, don't be afraid."

Jiao Wangshu stared straight at him, her pupils contracting and flashing with light, her previously unfocused gaze gradually refocusing.

Ling Tinglan's appearance gradually became clearer in Jiao Wangshu's eyes.

"Um……"

Jiao Wangshu's voice still sounded muffled, but he seemed less afraid than before.

Yes, thankfully Ah Ling has always been there for us.