Chapter 80: On My Left, Let's Paint a Dragon Together; On Your Right, Let's Draw a Rainbow

Inside the live-streaming room.

Seeing Bai Qingming appear, Feng Timo suddenly felt invigorated. She had come for Bai Qingming, and upon seeing him, all her grievances vanished. All the accusations of taking bribes, accounting scandals—none of it mattered anymore. Let them say what they will.

At this moment, Feng Timo was like Bai Qingming's little fangirl, her eyes sparkling as she eagerly awaited his performance.

Thus, Bai Qingming began with a brief self-introduction. Some viewers might not know him personally, but most had heard his songs. Excitement rippled through the audience.

"Hey, today's May 20th. Is our spiritual leader going to sing a song for us single folks again?" someone remarked, and suddenly the chat went quiet.

In that instant, everyone recalled the terror once instilled by "The Song of the Single Dog." During the last Valentine's Day, Bai Qingming had burst onto the scene singing that song, which quickly went viral. That night, countless single people wept.

Now, it was May 20th—a day akin to Valentine's—and once again, a crowd of singles was watching the stream. Some had even attended Bai Qingming’s live rendition of "The Song of the Single Dog" previously. Yet, they still had no girlfriends.

Normally, this would be nothing, but when someone brought it up, it stung a bit.

Soon, someone commented in the chat, "Who cares, as long as it sounds good!"

Everyone suddenly came to their senses.

That's right! As long as it sounds good! Besides, they were single anyway.

"Leader, please sing 'The Song of the Single Dog'!"

"Yeah, sing it again and you'll win effortlessly!"

The chat egged him on.

"Not today," Bai Qingming replied with a gentle smile. He thought, not having a girlfriend was sad enough; he couldn't bear to rub salt in their wounds.

He continued, "Tonight, I'll perform 'Wild Wolf Disco' for everyone!"

The song’s name sent shockwaves through the crowd.

"Wow, the Single Dog Guru has a new release!"

"Waited so long and there's a surprise—totally worth it!"

"I've got a feeling this is another hit!"

"Hurry, I want to record this and post it on Douyin!"

Before he even started singing, viewers showered Bai Qingming with gifts, boosting his points by hundreds of thousands.

Music, cue!

The next moment, the background music for "Wild Wolf Disco" began. As the intro played, viewers in front of their screens were taken aback.

"Isn't this the backing track for 'Sycophant Disco'?"

"Didn't he say it was a new song?"

"Whatever, 'Sycophant Disco' is catchy too."

It had to be said—the viewers were incredibly supportive. As soon as the prelude of "Wild Wolf Disco" rang out, the atmosphere heated up. After all, every song by Bai Qingming was a hit; they loved them all.

On screen, Bai Qingming picked up his phone and held it to his ear. Following the beat, he began to sing:

"Hey, don’t hang up, why are you calling with a clang?"
"There’s no signal here."
"I’m telling you, I can’t hear a word you say."
"Hang up, okay?"
"Shaking my head now."

The opening lines had the viewers wide-eyed and intrigued.

These lyrics were different from "Sycophant Disco."

Next came the Cantonese verse...

"Words from the heart."
"I want to take you home."
"In that late-night bar."
"Does it matter if it's true or not?"

These Cantonese lyrics exploded in the room! Somehow, the words just felt exhilarating. Listening to them made you want to nod along.

But the real excitement was yet to come...

"With such dynamic beats, you’ve got to show off at the entrance."
"My dance moves can’t be hindered."
"Slicked-back hair, pager, the 007 of the dance floor."
"First-generation Northeast breakdancer, even the DJ is dumbfounded."
"No matter how hot, I’ll never take off my leather coat."
"Everyone’s moves must match mine."
"Come, on the left, draw a dragon with me; on your right, paint a rainbow."
"Let’s go!"
"Come, on the left, paint a rainbow with me; on your right, draw a dragon."

As Bai Qingming sang this part, the scene spiraled out of control.

It was clear to everyone that the first to lose composure was the operations manager from Douyu's review panel.

He stood up, moving in time to the music.

"This is just too hype!"

"Excuse me, is this the biggest disco in Douyu?"

"Shake it!"

...

"Play as you like, mess around as you wish, but don’t joke about disco."
"Left hand with a big green bottle, right hand with lightning gloves."
"All the classic disco tracks, move aside."
"Don’t contact me unless necessary; no signal on my brick phone."
"..."
"Everyone, bow your heads with me."
"Left hand, right hand, swim forward."

...

As Bai Qingming continued, the chat suddenly fell silent.

Millions were watching live, yet not a single message appeared.

A moment ago, the chat was bustling; now, it seemed as if everyone had vanished from existence.

This was unprecedented.

It wasn't that his singing was bad, or that no one wanted to comment.

Rather, Bai Qingming’s performance was so electrifying that every viewer instinctively stood up and started swaying to the rhythm. Both hands off the keyboard, who had time to type?

Even after Bai Qingming finished, the chat remained devoid of messages.

Feng Timo from the review panel was missing; her screen had gone dark. It was obvious—she, too, wanted to stand up and nod along to the music, but it would be unseemly to do so on camera.

"Coming soon: PDD, about to show off abs, sends Super Rocket ×100"

Teacher Piao: "Damn it, my live room just got banned by accident."

Teacher Piao, who had been quietly watching, sent 100 Super Rockets, instantly breaking the silence on the chat.

"Teacher Piao is so generous!"

"Haha, Teacher Piao's belly is so pale!"

"As expected of you, Naughty Pig!"

Viewers teased him.

Everyone in PDD’s live room knew: Teacher Piao had gotten so hyped by "Wild Wolf Disco" that he stood up and started dancing. Finding it not enough, he lifted his shirt, revealing his pale belly, slapping it loudly.

Within ten seconds, the live room was banned for half an hour due to inappropriate content, and the viewers laughed themselves silly.

Then Teacher Piao sent another 100 Super Rockets.

As someone who frequently raffles phones for fans, who once spent six million on a song just because he liked it, this sum meant nothing to him.

Prompted by his gesture, others followed suit, showering gifts.

"Dai Xiaomei sends Super Rocket ×100"
"Bu Er, not called Aunt Zhou Shu, sends Yacht ×200"
"Gold Medal Lecturer Da Sima sends Fish Balls ×100"
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