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

To put it bluntly, who didn't have a bit of a pretentious phase when they were young?

However, in the eyes of the public, such behavior is normal for boys but bad for girls. Isn't this just using a stereotype to discipline girls?

Who wouldn't want to stand center stage and have thousands of people pay to watch them show off?

It's just that ordinary people simply don't have that kind of platform or opportunity.

Thinking about this made Ling Tinglan feel secretly delighted. Suddenly, her back pain and leg soreness disappeared, and even her arms regained their strength.

He sprang up from Jiao Wangshu's body with a quick movement, picked up his pen, and began to write.

He was like a literary genius descended to earth; his lyric book, which was originally blank, was filled with words in just a few swift strokes.

Seeing how enthusiastically he was writing, Jiao Wangshu curiously peeked at it, but unexpectedly, the first sentence shocked him to no end.

Can someone tell him about it?

What does "devouring" mean? What does "burning out" mean? And what does "fiery passion" mean?

Feed? Is it 120?

My best friend seems to have suddenly entered her belated teenage phase at the age of 21. Is there any cure for this?

Regardless of what others think, Ling Tinglan has written a beautiful story for herself.

After finishing the first draft, he would stop to admire it again, check it carefully, and then pick up his pen to delete and revise a few more places before finally nodding in slight satisfaction.

"Why haven't you started writing yet?"

Ling Tinglan glanced at him and saw that he hadn't written anything after a long time, so she asked him curiously.

Jiao Wang opened his mouth and said dryly, "...I haven't decided what to write yet."

Ling Tinglan suddenly realized, "Oh, that's quite difficult."

He scratched his head. "Sigh, there are just too many lyrics I want to sing, so it's normal to have trouble deciding."

Is that what he meant?

The thought of "losing face" on stage in front of so many people made Jiao Wangshu's scalp tingle with embarrassment.

Unfortunately, before Jiao Wangshu could unleash his "iron fist of justice" on Ling Tinglan, he saw Ling Tinglan snatch his blank notebook away.

Ling Tinglan's eyes lit up with excitement, "I'll help you!"

He rubbed his hands together, then with a flourish of his pen, wrote a nearly half-page, which I estimate to be at least five hundred words long.

If Ling Tinglan had put in this much effort when writing her college entrance exam essay, she could have scored at least five more points in Chinese!

Your Chinese teacher is looking at you from heaven with disappointment.

"look!"

Setting down her pen, Ling Tinglan proudly held up her notebook and showed it to Jiao Wangshu.

His handwriting is like his personality; it's not very neat, nor is it very messy. Each character looks rather cute, and the last stroke of each character habitually curves upwards like a puppy's tail.

Jiao Wangshu squinted as she looked—

He didn't dare to open his eyes wide, for fear of being dazzled by the "talent" of the Wenquxing.

Ah, very good.

This time, the lyrics I wrote didn't involve any "confrontation," but "fate" and "the strongest player" all clung to me like ghosts.

The other words are so intense they're almost unbearable to read.

"Or I can revise it again..."

Faced with Ling Tinglan's expectant gaze, Jiao Wangshu desperately held back the "refined remarks" that were about to spill out.

He said Jiaojiao would like it!

Ling Tinglan was very pleased with herself and enthusiastically handed the two masterpieces to the other two people to read.

Lev, being a Japanese-Russian mixed-race foreigner, naturally couldn't understand Chinese, but that didn't matter, as the program had already arranged simultaneous interpretation staff for all the foreign contestants.

But translator, isn't your laughter a little too loud? It's because the crappy headphones the production team gave us are leaking sound!

The practice room was small and quiet, and the sound equipment used by the production team was quite good.

They sat in a row on the practice room floor, laughing along with each sentence the translator translated.

When they got to the second half of the lyrics, the laughter got even louder, like a tractor that had broken down and was making a constant, clattering noise, so that everyone in the practice room could hear it clearly!

To be honest, laughing to this extent is already painful.

Lev was so startled that he quickly pulled the headphones further away from his ears.

But what surprised Jiao Wangshu even more was that You Youyou and Lev seemed to really like the two lyrics written by Ling Tinglan.

After seriously appreciating the two masterpieces, You Youyou stared with her cat-like eyes wide open in shock.

He seemed to be meeting Ling Tinglan for the first time, his gaze fixed intently on her as if to say:

Dude, it turns out you're not just handsome with your face! The lyrics you wrote are even more incredibly cool!

"Hi man!"

Lev exclaimed with admiration, pointing at Ling Tinglan and tapping his chest, as if he had completed some kind of ritual.

Jiao Wangshu stared blankly as the three of them high-fived each other as if they had known each other for ages, seemingly very satisfied with each other's taste.

What a group of chuunibyou (delusional) teenagers!

As the saying goes, interest is the best teacher.

Ever since Ling Tinglan discovered the joy of rapping, "Big Player" has become the stage he looks forward to most for the third public performance.

Every day after finishing my practice for the mentor collaboration stage, I immediately immerse myself in this stage.

He spends all his time with Youyouyou and Lev, and every time they meet, he has to start with this set of signature hand gestures in a very hip-hop style.

What's even more outrageous is that he always had to drag Jiao Wangshu along to do it.

Jiao Wangshu went from feeling resistant, ashamed, and embarrassed at the beginning to being completely desensitized now.

He can now calmly put on a hat/mask/glasses with a blank expression whenever Ling Tinglan drags him into something silly...

Then I just buried my head and did whatever I wanted.

As the saying goes, the first step to losing face is to cover your face.

Time passed by day by day amidst the noise and commotion.

The day of the official performance arrived quickly.