Volume One, Chapter Fifteen: Unimaginable—The Idol Secretly Sings a New Song Without Us?!

"Damn, the White Elephant Idol actually prepared a new song for us!"

"Yeah, yeah, he’s really spoiling his fans!"

"What an unexpected surprise!"

"I thought just seeing him would be enough, but he even prepared a new song for us!"

"Ahhh, I’m losing my mind! He’s not only so handsome, but also so full of surprises—how romantic!"

In an instant, the crowd’s excitement soared to its peak. The song hadn’t even begun, but the atmosphere was already electrified.

Chen Tianxiong, Ren Yingying, and the others were all dumbfounded by the scene before them. After all, Su Le hadn’t even officially debuted yet. Just one song had already won him countless fans. And now, as a special guest, he’d practically turned someone else’s concert into his own!

Charisma. This was charisma.

"I was right about him—Su Le was born for the entertainment world!"

"A treasure of a man like this, and I didn’t sign him to my label. It’s a crime!" Chen Tianxiong gritted his teeth, thumping his leg, his desire to sign Su Le reaching an unprecedented height.

Especially since Su Le’s identity still hadn’t been revealed. Once it was, his opportunity would be gone—managers from all over the country would be swarming to Tianzhou.

"Director Chen, with all due respect, signing Su Le would only hurt him," Song Hongyan whispered at his side.

"What? Hurt him? Why do you say that? Don’t tell me you think I’m not qualified?" Chen Tianxiong frowned.

"Director Chen, Sister Hongyan is right. Just look at how the headquarters in Jiuzhou handled things—it was so disappointing! Their vision is too narrow; they’d only hold Su Le back," even Ren Yingying chimed in.

Instantly, Chen Tianxiong fell into deep thought. After a moment, he sighed and shook his head.

"You’re right..."

Meanwhile, outside the stage, a large group of fans finally arrived at the venue’s entrance.

They were the anti-fans.

With their departure, a large empty space opened up in front of the stage, but it was quickly filled again. At least three to four thousand people had left, rushing to the adjacent stadium to hear their idol, Lu Yaoyao, perform after being notified by Weibo fans.

However, as they left, they noticed a new wave of excitement sweeping through the stadium.

A few anti-fans hurried back to question the security guard.

"Sir, what’s going on inside?" one of them asked.

The security guard looked at the dozen or so young men and women in front of him, puzzled. "Didn’t you just come out from there? Why are you asking me?"

"We just came out, so we don’t know what’s happening now!"

"Come on, just tell us what happened in there! Why is it suddenly so lively?" one impatient fan pressed.

"Seems the White Elephant Idol showed up. Wait, aren’t you his fans? Why did you suddenly leave?" the guard replied, turning the question back on them.

The anti-fans exchanged looks—White Elephant Idol? They weren’t his anti-fans.

"He came out? Then we really missed out!"

"Yeah, we waited so long, and just as we left, he appeared. Is this fate mocking us?"

"Whatever, it’s just an appearance. Let’s go back and hear our goddess Yaoyao’s new song!"

"Right, everyone on Weibo says Yaoyao is not only singing ‘Big Fish’ tonight, but also two new songs!"

These exchanges lifted the group’s spirits.

"I heard the White Elephant Idol is performing a new song!" the guard added, just as the anti-fans were about to leave.

At that, they nearly tripped over themselves. They all turned back, shooting the guard resentful looks, some of them visibly regretful.

"A new song? White Elephant Idol’s singing a new song?"

"What exactly did we just miss?"

"This is ridiculous! I said we should wait for him, but now we’ve wasted our tickets—can’t get back in!"

"Yeah, and we’ll have to pay again to hear Yaoyao’s new songs. But honestly, I’m starting to like White Elephant Idol more—I really want to hear his song!"

For a moment, frustration filled the anti-fans. Their regret was palpable. Helpless, they could only buy new tickets and return to the concert.

Su Le hadn’t even started singing, yet the anti-fans were already arguing on Weibo!

Indeed, anti-fans at Su Le’s concert and Lu Yaoyao’s fans had begun sparring online.

"Traitors! We sent you to monitor, and you’re not coming back!"

"You don’t deserve to be Yaoyao’s fans!"

"Too bad you’re missing out—we’re enjoying Yaoyao’s new songs right now, and they’re amazing."

"Those traitors who didn’t come back, just don’t bother. We Yaoyao fans don’t need you fair-weather fans."

Soon after, someone uploaded a video from Lu Yaoyao’s concert to Weibo.

The scene was abuzz.

The "anti-fan" group who stayed at the Dongfang Group concert watched the video, each with their own reaction, but all sharing a sense of pride and provocation.

On video, Lu Yaoyao wore a stunning black evening gown, the stage lights dazzling as she sang "Big Fish" with heartfelt emotion. Her voice was melodious, but to these viewers, it didn’t deliver the expected impact.

"Is that it? I thought it would be amazing—looks like we made the right choice," one dismissive comment appeared quickly.

"Yeah, I’m glad I didn’t go back. Missing out on this ‘spectacle’? We actually gained," another chimed in, almost relieved to have missed it.

"New song? Sounds pretty ordinary, nothing special at all," someone else critiqued Lu Yaoyao’s new work with clear disappointment.

What excited them most was the mention of "White Elephant Idol." "Ha! You guys have no idea—here, we have the White Elephant Idol live! He’s about to perform a new song! That feeling? You people watching videos on Weibo could never understand!" The comment dripped with pride, as if they’d discovered a priceless treasure.

With the loyal fans fighting back, Weibo instantly turned into a battlefield of words. Hardcore fans fired back at the "anti-fans" with biting sarcasm: "You fickle fair-weather fans have no taste in music. Song Hongyan and Ren Yingying? Please—they’re just fringe singers, barely clinging to the edge of the industry. What decent work have they ever produced? All they do is rehash old songs or clumsily imitate others—where’s the creativity or talent?"

"A couple of nobodies, and you dare mention them alongside our Yaoyao? What a joke!" another die-hard fan scoffed. "You paid three hundred for their show? You probably wasted two hundred and fifty of it! Only clueless people would pay for such a ‘concert’—it’s nothing but a makeshift troupe!"

The tension escalated, and Lu Yaoyao’s fans issued a direct challenge: "If you’re so brave, show us your so-called ‘amazing live performance.’ Let’s see it for ourselves! I bet you’re all talk and too scared to share it!"

But then the tables turned.

Song Hongyan’s and Ren Yingying’s loyal fans, infuriated by the barrage of insults, decided to fight back with action. They quickly posted links to videos of Ren Yingying’s heartfelt rendition of "Common Jasmine Orange" and Song Hongyan’s emotional performance of "Later" from the concert.

These videos landed like depth charges, plunging the once-arrogant Lu family fans into silence.

The singing was clear and moving, brimming with emotion—a sharp contrast to Lu Yaoyao’s new live broadcast.