Becoming a great entertainer started with being cyberbullied.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

The entire internet in Country A is buzzing about a newcomer on the hot song chart challenging renowned rapper Dean in a song battle on September 15th at Times Square.

This sounds so cool! It's a shame I'm not in country A, otherwise I definitely would go see it.

I know Dean, but who's the other one?

I have no interest in even searching the name of some nobody trying to gain attention by piggybacking on others' popularity.

[Fight! Fight! Fight!]

Everyone smelled the scent of traffic.

[Oh! Welcome to my YouTube channel! I'll be there live that day, broadcasting the whole thing to my fans!]

[On September 15th, renowned singer Dean will face off against the artist of the hit song "Lonely Warrior" in Times Square. —Reported by the New York Times.]

I'm angry.

This unprecedented singing battle is about to begin.

The media are all forwarding and reporting on this 'battle'.

Lonely Warrior thus jumped two places.

Dean's "Hot Baby" instantly rose to number one and firmly held the 'throne' with an absolute advantage.

On the way to Times Square, for the first time, Wang Liping was not happy about the rise in the rankings of the English version of "The Lone Warrior".

Looking at the still soaring data of "Hot Baby", Wang Liping looked pale.

He felt like lighting a cigarette to calm down.

“Brother Li,” Wang Liping said nervously, his leg trembling, “we’ve really messed up this time.”

"If we lose, we'll lose face internationally."

Li Ming wore headphones and listened to the instrumental version of "The Lone Warrior" on repeat.

It's rare to see a long-established superstar so focused on getting into the right mindset.

The car slowed down, and the giant screen of Times Square could already be seen from outside the parking lot.

Fang Ruoxi pushed open the door, her long legs planted firmly on the ground, and the stunningly beautiful woman exuding confidence gracefully stepped out of the black van.

"A shoddy instrument cannot be passed off as a fine one, and good music will never be tarnished."

As Li Ming took off his headphones and got out of the car, he heard these words: "Well said!"

He has reached his peak condition, and everything is for the do-or-die battle an hour from now.

Zhang Xiaomeng, who was following along, checked the information with Wang Liping for the nth time: "Dr. B really agreed to lend us the equipment, right?"

Wang Liping almost rolled his eyes. "Grandma, I'm really impressed! This is almost the first time you've asked me this!"

Zhang Xiaomeng wanted to protest her innocence, as the process of this song's chart ranking was full of twists and turns.

This caused her to be nervous, always afraid that someone would trip her up at any moment.

Wang Liping raised his hand and pointed outside.

Looking around, the entire Times Square is filled with heads.

Everyone stood shoulder to shoulder, eagerly anticipating the arrival.

There were locals from New York City, as well as tourists from all over the world; there were journalists from regular TV stations, as well as independent media personalities.

“With such a huge amount of traffic, even Dr. B would be envious. There’s no reason for him not to get involved,” Wang Liping said.

As soon as he finished speaking, three brightly painted, eye-catching freight trucks pulled up to the side of the road in a row.

The three large cargo boxes were painted with the letters [D], [R], and [B] respectively.

Dr. B's high-profile appearance immediately brought the atmosphere to a climax.

The truck's cargo door opened.

A dozen or so burly men with hip-hop style jumped out of each car.

They carried the heavy sound equipment straight to the venue where Fang Ruoxi and Li Ming would be performing later, and began installing it.

Dr. B, wearing large sunglasses, got out of the car and his superstar 'radar' automatically focused on the camera.

Sure enough, the media flocked to the scene.

Dr. B smiled naturally, revealing two rows of clean, even teeth, then walked over and naturally put his arm around Li Ming's neck.

His large hand rested casually on Fang Ruoxi's back in a very gentlemanly manner.

Dr. B kept his lips in the same position and said in a breathy voice, "If you dare to lose—"

"He's doomed." Dr. B tightened his grip on Li Ming's neck.

Li Ming: "..." Maintaining a smile was very difficult.

"Dr. B! Why are you so optimistic about Lonely Warrior?"

"Some people say that you used this method to attack your old rival because 'Hot Baby' is competing with you for this year's Song Festival Award. What is your opinion on this?"

Dr. B spoke into the microphone, "My opinion is—"

All the microphones were pointed at him, and everyone held their breath, waiting for Dr. B's answer.

"Go listen to their songs, my answer is in that song."

The media: "..." Damn it! This big shot has learned how to keep people in suspense!

Boom boom boom——!

The engine roared.

Everyone turned to look in the direction of the sound.

A Bugatti, a globally limited edition model, pulled up to the side of the road after a spectacular drift.

Before the car door was even opened, you could hear loud rap music coming from inside.

"It's Dean!!"

The media had already taken enough footage, and when Dean appeared, they all swarmed around him.

With a swipe of the scissor doors, two men stepped out of the car with a flourish.

The one wearing three large gold chains and the number 11 jersey is Dean.

Beside him, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with a slicked-back hairstyle and a prominent hooked nose, was Harrison, Robin Harrison.

Robin Harrison's eyes are like those of the bald eagle, the national bird of country A, sharp and sinister in their gaze.

He glanced at Dr. B.

Dr. B was very accommodating and immediately made a 'spitting' gesture.

Harrison showed no displeasure whatsoever; instead, he politely nodded to Dr. B.

Then, Harrison's gaze shifted to Li Ming, but he only glanced at him before looking at Fang Ruoxi.

In that short time, media outlets rushed up to him with questions.

Robin Harrison looked away, smiled at the camera, and then slowly delivered the prepared press release.

He seems more suited to stand on Wall Street than with a rapper.

"Let's go, let's get ready," Fang Ruoxi said.

It's 10 seconds to 9 a.m.

The entire Times Square screen went black.

Then, a countdown appeared on the black screen.

Black screen with white text counting down in seconds.

"10!" The fans were excited and counted down together.

"9!"

"8!"

The sounds became more and more synchronized, and also louder and louder.

"3!"

"2!!"

"1!!!"

All the screens exploded with fireworks.

Dean was the first to speak, seizing the crucial first opportunity.

He arranged for many hot, scantily clad female dancers to accompany him.

The live version of "Hot Baby" was decent, relying entirely on the female dancers' provocative and intimate dance moves to garner applause.

A song was about to end.

According to the rules, it was Fang Ruoxi and her group's turn to go on stage.

But at that moment, Robin Harrison's lips curled up slightly, and he snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, smoke billowed from the stage, and a handsome blond man 'descended from the sky', slowly descending on the stage's retractable ladder.

"Welcome my good brother—Justin!" Dean roared hysterically.

"It's Justin!!"

The audience went crazy.

Justin debuted through a teenage talent show.

Some say that he reached his peak right from the start, conquering music fans across country A with his angelic voice.

"Oh my god! Justin is actually singing along with Dean!!!" The audience screamed in waves.

Meanwhile, for Fang Ruoxi and Li Ming, who appeared on stage, only a few scattered Chinese people cheered for them.

Dr. B angrily ripped off his sunglasses.

But it's too late for him to go on stage now and support Fang and Li.

Just when things were at their most critical, Fang Ruoxi spoke up to save the day—