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An Audi A8 slowly drove into the underground parking garage of Xinmin Commercial Street.

Long Wu, dressed in a dark gray suit without a tie, got out of the car first, looked around, and then opened the back door.

Wearing a khaki jacket and a black turtleneck underneath, Fu Qingyang stepped out of the car.

He wore jeans and dark brown Doc Martens boots.

Everything was done as discreetly as possible, but the total price of this outfit is still close to seven figures.

As the two walked towards Times Square, Fu Qingyang spoke as they went:

"I'm just here for one last look. I'll leave the rest of the coordination to you."

Fu Qingyang maintained his aloof expression, as if nothing in the world could affect his statue-like demeanor.

Even warm-toned clothes cannot dispel the coldness that comes from her inherent temperament.

Long Wu nodded slowly and asked:

"Ms. Yang is starting her live stream now, would you like to check out how it goes?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Qingyang paused, thought for a moment, and then gave a brief reply:

"Take a look."

As he spoke, he walked out of the underground parking garage exit.

When he reached the pedestrian walkway above, his brows furrowed immediately.

The advertising screens that used to be filled with advertisements have been replaced by Yang Xue's live broadcasts.

Many pedestrians stopped to watch from below the square.

Fu Qingyang was curious and had just taken a step forward when he heard a song.

[Revisiting yesterday's cherished memories...]

[It feels like a lifetime has passed...]

Fu Qingyang hadn't even had a chance to hear the lyrics clearly when it abruptly stopped after just two lines.

The woman on the screen fell into deep thought once again.

The singing stopped, and everyone's faces showed either confusion or a sense of unfinished business.

Since the screen was broadcasting a live stream, Fu Qingyang could easily see the scrolling bullet comments and the slowly progressing remarks.

Why did it suddenly stop?

[I only heard one line, why did it stop? Snow God, please keep singing!]

The setup was excellent, and the lyrics had a very evocative tone, but what happened next?

With slightly reddened eyes, Xu Yan moved closer to the screen, lost in thought.

His mind was still immersed in those two lines of lyrics, which kept playing on repeat.

That scene and those feelings were so real...

Especially the phrase "in a daze, as if a lifetime has passed," perfectly describes how he felt when he received his ex-girlfriend's wedding invitation.

They just sealed it with cement, but two lines of music and it's already created a hole...

...

Times Square scene

The system's feedback exceeded Yang Xue's expectations.

She felt that with the system's support, her singing should be quite effective.

But the fact that she reached the maximum score with just two lines of poetry was something she hadn't anticipated.

"What's going on? Is it because the different dimensions are causing the different reactions?"

Yang Xue was also extremely shocked while performing.

However, being a meticulous person, she quickly figured out the reason behind it.

As the godfather of love songs, Xiao Gang's songs are very pleasant to listen to, but they are not so amazing as to be instantly stunning.

The reason for such a rapid response was mainly due to the groundwork laid by Yang Xue before she sang.

As Feng Xin previously described, the creation of love songs requires the support of emotional experiences and the resonance of emotions.

"Since I've got your emotions under control, then hand over your lovely money!"

Yang Xue is very cunning. Seeing that she has gained a huge advantage, she is determined to win over the audience and maximize her profits.

Creativity requires inspiration and motivation.

If you think I sang these two lines well, please give me some encouragement.

The bosses don't want to see me lose so badly, right...right?

Yang Xue smiled and said twice, right? Her eyes weren't on the piano keys, but on the comments section.

To be more precise, she was eyeing the 2% popularity system in the live stream.

Although the words were gentle, everyone had a vague feeling that they had fallen into a trap.

Feng Xin, in particular, felt this very strongly.

A chill ran down her spine.

Everyone then understood why she had requested to switch the live stream early.

Being spineless and playing the victim are all part of her strategy.

She had clearly dug a pit before saying those words.

Once you're drawn in by her music, you'll be hooked in no time!

[Damn! So that's where they were waiting for us. I've shamefully fallen for their trick!]

[No wonder she suddenly started to show weakness; her true colors were revealed!]

You thought this was a case of the Snow Goddess being defeated, but this time she was actually in the atmosphere!

[Damn it! She's trying to steal my allowance again, that evil mermaid Yang Xue!]

In order to urge the updates and push the creation forward, viewers had no choice but to grit their teeth and start sending gifts or likes.

The popularity of the live stream gradually increased from 2% to 6%.

Feng Xin looked at the various levels of tips: 100 yuan, 50 yuan, 3 yuan, 5 mao, and even 1 mao.

Feng Xin gritted her teeth again, wishing she could smash her phone on Yang Xue's head like a brick.

But the next second, when Yang Xue was about to press the piano keys, she held back.

...

Seeing that the progress was being made again, Yang Xue felt that she could continue to offer some incentives.

But this "sweetness" seems to have a bitter side...

Yang Xue's face darkened, and her previously carefree attitude instantly returned to its previous world-weary demeanor.

She resumed her previous rhythm, pressing the piano keys with deep affection.

Times Square was once again filled with melancholic melodies.

With the system's support, Yang Xue's singing voice gained a hoarse and deep quality.

Anyone who hears it will feel a strange sense of melancholy.

[Regret that cannot be expressed]

[My heart skipped a beat in shock~]

Next comes the transitional section before the climax.

The moment those two lines of lyrics were sung, those who had experienced breakups felt a pang of pain in their hearts.

It was a bittersweet feeling about being in a different love affair.

It is also a kind of heart-wrenching feeling caused by heartbreak.

At that moment, love seemed to transform into a dazzling yet dangerous ball lightning.

People are deeply attracted to it, but as soon as they touch the surface, they are suddenly shocked by it, their hearts tremble, and they quickly withdraw their hands.

The atmosphere at the scene was just like that of love.

Despite being in excruciating pain, people are showering me with donations.

Having experienced being interrupted by the song before, many people are even more eager to listen to the entire piece.

Therefore, while they verbally expressed their hatred and felt pain in their hearts, they honestly gave tips with their hands.

Yang Xue paused feigning surprise, as writing songs in public was also a form of performance for her.

Sister, since you spent so much money to buy this song, I'll share my thought process with you.

[Here is my chorus...]

Listen carefully, its rhythm is: left 1, right 1 3 5, left 5, right 5 7 2...

It was less of a sharing session and more of an offline lecture; Yang Xue showed almost no thought process from beginning to end.

As the rhythm gradually intensifies, the song enters its climax.

Holding tightly to the blue-and-white porcelain keepsake, keeping the promise.

Parting is always spent in disappointment.

Yang Xue's original intention was simply to put on a superficial act and create a persona of a genius.

But there were a few serious kids in the audience diligently taking notes.

Those were Gao's daughter, Minmin, and several of her close classmates from school.

"The previous one was 613..572..461... right? Minmin."

"Yes, now it's left 1, right 135, left 5, right 527..."

"Teacher Yang never forgets to share valuable information during her live streams; she's such a great teacher!"

"Absolutely! We have to watch Teacher Yang's live streams every day from now on. Studying hard is the right way to go!"

At the end of the first paragraph, accompanied by a slightly rising momentum, Feng Xin's expression was frozen in a daze, lost in memories.

In just about 10 minutes, Yang Xue's half-song brought the live stream's popularity to nearly 35%.

Only 25% left to reach the target...

Looking at the data in the live stream, Yang Xue smiled and thought to herself:

"This is the benefit of my advance planning."

"Sorry, my casual move is already at the limit of human potential."