Chapter 29: This Is Called Punishment for Impulse

Xu Qingfeng said with a straight face, "My friends, the host would like to state in advance that the song I am about to sing is absolutely not intended to imply anything about anyone. Any perceived offense is purely coincidental."

[Understood, "Coincidence."]
[Jiang the Beast sounds so good!]
[LMAO, the host is actually quite cautious.]
[A new song again? Is he really a genius?!]
[Jiang Wei: Do you take me for a fool?]

In front of his screen, Jiang Wei’s face turned ashen; he wished he could reach through the internet connection and strangle Xu Qingfeng.

Others in the entertainment industry were utterly bewildered; they had never heard that Xu Qingfeng possessed such talent.

"Can you actually write songs?"
"Xinghui: Should I just leave?"
"Probably written for him by Shanying."
"A dog can't change its habit of eating excrement; he's just blatantly plagiarizing."
"Let him dance; the more energetic he is, the faster he'll die."

Boluomi had already pulled up the accompaniment. The crisp, melodious sound instantly calmed the viewers' emotions.

Xu Qingfeng took off his glasses, retrieved a microphone, and began to sing directly.

[That night I was drunk, holding your hand, speaking nonsense,
Only focused on expressing the suppressed thoughts in my heart in a frenzy.]

Xu Qingfeng’s voice wasn't particularly rugged, but it was rich with storytelling.

Viewers: Huh?
Holy crap, there's a story here!

[You call this "not implying anyone"?]
[Damn, he basically named names!]
[High EQ: Not implying anyone. Low EQ: Jiang the Beast, prepare to die!]
[Hilarious, he even thought of the excuse for Jiang the Beast.]
[Frenzied expression × Frenzied output √]

This song, which once swept across the country, was not only melodious but also had catchy lyrics. Most importantly, the lyrics carried a strong sense of narrative. At any other time, this narrative would just be a story, nothing more. But at this moment, it was a lethal blow.

In the live stream, the bullet comments were scrolling frantically, and the special effects from gifts never stopped. Boluomi was busy managing the unruly comments while curiously observing Xu Qingfeng.

This guy was a bit strange.

Xu Qingfeng sang with great intoxication. He had sung this song countless times in karaoke rooms, and every time, it managed to move a few girls to tears.

[My intoxicated eyes could no longer see your expression,
I forgot how you would have reacted at that moment,
I held your hand in my palm,
I mistakenly felt that you were not angry either,
So I thought you would understand my good intentions.]

Originally a story about speaking the truth after drinking, in the ears of the live stream audience, the meaning had shifted.

[Jiang the Beast: She didn't resist, either.]
[I don't know either, I was too drunk at the time, I didn't notice.]
[Hooking up × Impulse √]

[Hahahaha, using Jiang Wei’s own words to leave him speechless.]
[Holy crap, is the host really a genius?]
[It’s weirdly good.]
[Brother, can you really write songs?]

Xu Qingfeng, looking affectionate, replied to the comments during the interlude.

He said modestly, "Oh, it was just a moment of inspiration, a flash of brilliance, not worth mentioning."

[A moment of inspiration.]
[Being humble-braggy, are we?]
[Damn, I think this song is going to be a hit, and you call it a flash of brilliance!]
[If this isn't a genius, what is?!]
[Xinghui, come out and take a beating!]

Xu Qingfeng continued to sing.

[Only from the moment you turned and left did I gradually sober up,
Only then did I realize that forcing my world upon you required courage,
How you truly treat feelings in your heart,
Until now, you have never mentioned it to me.]

Another wave of gifts took flight, this time from a larger number of genuine viewers. The narrative of this song felt too real. A good song must be rooted in genuine emotion, making it easy for the listener to immerse themselves.

What the viewers heard was someone deeply in love, emboldened by alcohol to confess, even if such a person might be labeled a "lickspittle." But love is sometimes an unsolvable puzzle.

Of the three thousand six hundred ailments in the world, only love is incurable.

[You sang me to tears.]
[Damn, man, I came here for a laugh, not for you to break my defenses!]

Other viewers who were less emotionally affected were just there for the drama; to them, every line could be mapped to Jiang Wei’s situation. The live stream was chaotic and lively, with the screen filled with gift effects.

[My simple, self-spoken thoughts,
In your eyes, they were just a joke,
So I am sad, even though your scent still lingers on my hands.]

As Xu Qingfeng sang, he let out a long sigh.

Unrequited love—this is that kind of mood. Although the title was intended to mess with Jiang Wei’s head, the content of the song had nothing to do with him; he didn't deserve it.

The most explosive part of the song arrived. Xu Qingfeng took a deep breath, and his voice turned weathered.

[If you didn't know how many cups I had that day,
You wouldn't understand how beautiful you truly are,
And I wouldn't believe that the first time I saw you,
I fell in love with you so decisively.]

The vibe was suddenly dialed up. The live stream fell into silence. Boluomi was completely stunned.

Is this Xu Qingfeng? Is this still that useless celebrity mocked by the entire entertainment industry?

[You sang my tears down.]
[Good heavens, you can't sing with this feeling unless you've had a few wives leave you.]
[Damn, host, don't do this, I just forgot about her yesterday.]
[Cheers to that.]
[Host, using this song on Jiang Wei is a complete waste of a masterpiece!]

Xu Qingfeng looked at the comments and said seriously, "Let me state again, this has nothing to do with Jiang the Beast."

Sarcasm is one thing, but he didn't want the first thing people thought of when hearing this song to be Jiang Wei. The reverse, however, was fine: thinking of this song whenever Jiang Wei is mentioned—that was the goal.

[I get it!]
[Right, right, it has nothing to do with him!]

The audience expressed that they understood perfectly.

Xu Qingfeng shook his head and continued singing.

[But I believe in the feelings in my heart,
They came so fast, they came so directly,
Even if my heart is wild and cannot extinguish the fire,
I still believe it was heaven that brought us together.]

The vernacular language restored the most authentic emotions in a relationship. The viewers in the live stream were all immersed; young or old, who hasn't had a burning heart at some point? Pursuing love and longing for love are human instincts, regardless of age or romantic history. Who hasn't had a moment of reckless abandon?

Xu Qingfeng sang with focus and dedication, and the audience listened just as intently.

[If I hadn't smelled your perfume lingering on my hands,
I would absolutely not be tossing and turning, unable to sleep,
Just thinking of your beauty, smelling your scent,
Struggling and wandering in the lust between ice and fire.]

The song was quite long, over seven minutes. Xu Qingfeng didn't interact much, just standing there with the microphone, singing. Yet, the bullet comments in the live stream kept increasing, gifts were flying, and his popularity kept climbing.

Toward the end of the song, Xu Qingfeng’s voice rose in pitch.

[Just forget you, I should have forgotten you,
This is the best punishment for impulse,
This is the best punishment for impulse,
Ha~ Ha~.]

Xu Qingfeng put down the microphone. "This song is called 'The Punishment of Impulse'."

The bullet comments exploded instantly.

[What a "Punishment of Impulse"!]
[Host, you're awesome!]
[Holy crap, a genius!]
[I was firmly against the host quitting the music industry back then!]
[You were the one applauding the loudest back then!]