Becoming a great entertainer started with being cyberbullied.

At 8 p.m. on Saturday, the official music channel will broadcast "I Want to Be a Singer" as scheduled.

At 6 o'clock, Fang Ruoxi was forcibly dragged to the TV by Zhang Xiaomeng.

"You know the show doesn't start until 8 o'clock, right?" Fang Ruoxi asked, looking at the Golden Dragon cooking oil commercial on TV with a headache.

"This is your first time on TV! And on an official channel! I mean, we can't miss any of the sponsorship ads before the show starts!" Zhang Xiaomeng said confidently, pointing the camera at the TV screen.

Looking at the TV again, there was a line of small print in a corner of the screen: "Please do not leave. We will continue playing the classic music video – 'Do-Re-Mi' in 60 seconds."

Fang Ruoxi looked down and searched "Do-Re-Mi" on Baidu. Then Zhang Xiaomeng next to her screamed, "Ahhh! Ruoxi! Look! Look!"

Fang Ruoxi was startled. She looked up and saw that the small print in the corner had changed to: [Program Preview: Tonight at 8 PM, the music variety show "I Want to Be a Singer" will air.]

"I told you so! If you hadn't been sitting here so early, would you have seen this trailer?"

Fang Ruoxi: "..." I don't quite understand, but I respect it.

"I'm going to cook, so the responsibility of recording is yours." Fang Ruoxi patted Zhang Xiaomeng on the shoulder and then made her escape.

Tonight's dinner menu is basil pasta.

Fang Ruoxi opened her phone and played the songs from this month's hottest songs chart on a loop.

Then, she lit a fire to boil water and cook the pasta. Accompanied by music, she did her work methodically, opening the package that arrived that morning and taking out fresh basil leaves.

Wash the basil leaves and blanch them in boiling water.

On my phone, the currently number one video, "Tianwen," has finished playing.

Zhang Xiaomeng sneaked over quietly, sniffing like a hungry cat, "Hey, what are we having for dinner tonight?"

Fang Ruoxi carefully picked out the blanched basil leaves to drain. "Basil pasta, with a cherry tomato salad."

Zhang Xiaomeng blinked her eyes. "Wow, I've never had this before! Is it delicious?"

Fang Ruoxi was still thinking about "Asking the Heavens," so she replayed it.

"Ruoxi, what do you think of 'Asking the Heavens'?" Zhang Xiaomeng didn't want to go back to watch the classic musical film from 30 years ago, so she lingered at the kitchen door, unwilling to leave.

Fang Ruoxi said, "Miao Cunzheng is a very talented composer, and Ou Xiao's lyrics are also amazing on their own. Jin Hai, as a veteran superstar, performed very steadily."

Zhang Xiaomeng clicked her tongue, "Why does it feel like you said three things praising them, but when you put them together, it just doesn't sound quite right?"

Fang Ruoxi glanced at the dazed Zhang Xiaomeng and sighed helplessly, "Yes, that's the feeling this song gives me, they're all 'doing their own thing'."

"The best composers are responsible for writing the music, the best lyricists are responsible for writing the lyrics, and the best superstars are responsible for singing."

Zhang Xiaomeng was stunned. "Huh? Shouldn't that be great?"

Fang Ruoxi continued working with her hands, saying, "This explanation might help you understand better. The process of creating this song is similar to the process of making a delicious dish."

When to add which ingredients, what heat to use, and how long to cook the ingredients—all these steps are interconnected to create a mouthwatering dish.

"You can't make a delicious meal just by using the best pot, the best ingredients, and the most expensive chef."

Zhang Xiaomeng seemed to understand something.

Her musical appreciation skills are average. When she listened to "Heavenly Questions," she thought it sounded lively at first and seemed alright, but after listening to it a few times, she didn't want to listen to it anymore.

However, Fang Ruoxi's rendition of "Painting Heart" that day was different. Many people in the audience had tears in their eyes. The song seemed to have a magical power, evoking memories of the past.

She didn't understand the logic behind this.

Once the pasta was cooked, Fang Ruoxi scooped it out, heated a frying pan, poured in olive oil, then added basil pesto, and finally the pasta.

The aroma instantly filled the entire kitchen, making Zhang Xiaomeng's mouth water.

"The producer of Tianyin should have been the 'chef,' but the feeling he (or she) gave me was that of a chef who didn't love cooking and had no culinary skills."

Fang Ruoxi finished by placing a basil leaf on the basil pasta, her voice flat, "Whether it's Miao Cunzheng, Ou Xiao, or Jin Hai, that music producer, they've all wasted their talents."

After preparing a healthy and simple dinner, Fang Ruoxi and Zhang Xiaomeng sat down on the sofa with their plates.

At 8 o'clock sharp, "I Want to Be a Singer" began.

Fang Ruoxi wasn't concerned about the show itself, but rather about its current ratings.

After three days of public opinion fermentation, Director Zhou used a "fight fire with fire" tactic to successfully appease Han Feifei's fans' "hatred".

Now, countless "Feifei fans" are squatting in front of the TV, holding their mobile phones that are already logged into the blog, ready to fight at any time.

Of course, there were also countless passersby and onlookers who were drawn in by the three-day war of words.

Everyone is eager to see what Zhou Wen, who was rumored to have been cyberbullied for filming a TV show, actually produced that made him so disliked online.

As soon as the first contestant took the stage, the blog was immediately flooded with Han Feifei's devoted fans.

[@ZhouWen, Aunt Zhou, why don't you start a crowdfunding campaign on Waterdrop Crowdfunding to hire a makeup artist? Look at the makeup and styling for this show! I'm speechless!]

To be fair, this is supposed to be an official channel, and this is all? Ha!

Countless comments flooded Zhou Wen's personal page.

Not long ago, Zhou Wen created a small group chat with only three people: the two of them plus pop diva Chen Hong.

Fang Ruoxi opened the small group chat and typed: "If all else fails, just close the comment section on your blog."

Zhou Wen: [That won't work. How would I know if they watched my show?]

Chen Hong: […(thumbs up.jpg)]

Fang Ruoxi continued watching the program, and sure enough, it was the 5th.

Before stepping down from the stage on the 5th, Chen Hong's comment, "I've practiced KTV for three years," finally gave the blog a different perspective.

[I initially thought she was just being naive. I thought to myself, "I could sing like that too!" But I was too embarrassed to say it, haha. I've been singing karaoke for five years, and I can sing better than this girl!]

【+, Me too. I thought I was being arrogant, but I didn't expect Chen Hong to think the same way, haha.】

[Hmm, am I the only one who thinks this Han Feifei... seems to be taking money?]

Then, this post was instantly criticized with over 99+ comments.

After number five comes Fang Ruoxi.

Fang Ruoxi walked onto the stage in a flowing white dress. Even if the photographer had been paid to take the picture from a terrible angle, she would still be a beautiful figure in the frame.

Holy crap! Isn't this my first love?!

[Reply: Have some shame! That's clearly my wife!]

[Reply: Reply: You audacious traitor Cao! You dare to cuckold me?!]

Her good looks immediately attracted a wave of fans, and the host's introduction sparked heated discussions on blogs.

[I'm speechless. Someone who could easily make a living based on their looks chooses to rely on their talent.]

[Ah, I was just saying before that "The Lone Warrior" is so cringeworthy, tsk, if the lyricist and composer looked like that, I'd be willing to pay for her cringeworthiness. (doge.jpg)]

It was time for the performance.

There was no music, only Fang Ruoxi's a cappella singing.

"La la la, la la la la, la la la la la la."

At first, it didn't seem like much, but the last sentence immediately dampened the audience's spirits.

Like those who leave you in your life, or like sand slipping through your fingers, all struggles are in vain.

On the blog, the trolls, who had been waiting in the wings, received their orders and immediately launched a powerful attack.

[Seriously?! What is this?! Just saying 'lalala' and she's got the nerve to show this on TV?!]

[This looks like it; hopefully it's not some kind of backroom deal.]

[Reply: Is there any need to doubt this? Isn't it obvious?]