Chapter 150: I’m In A Hurry, So Come At Me All Together
“Surrender?”
Yu Wei was still pondering what kind of piano piece to prepare for the Closing Ceremony performance when he suddenly received a private message from Huang Chuyang—he surrendered first.
Surrender what? This guy had already advanced to the Second Round, directly from the First Round at that, and he hadn’t had a competition recently either…
“Details?”
No good deed goes unpunished; Yu Wei was quite curious about what this guy was up to.
“It’s like this: Xia Zan was about to lose, so he directly pulled us into a small group, saying we should unite to help each other.”
Yu Wei was stunned for a moment before realizing that the “us” Huang Chuyang was talking about was probably these good-for-nothing little idols who were contestants.
Thinking about it, it made sense—they weren’t fools; facing the native army, they couldn’t just sit idly by. Elimination was one thing, but not like this.
If they lost to other contestants and got eliminated, that would be explainable; fans could whitewash it for their idol, claiming the opposite side’s fans were just bullying their little transparent—no strength issue anyway.
But losing to AI would be hard to whitewash—original native character AI, where would they get fans from? Losing to a bot wouldn’t that just be a strength problem?
Lies don’t hurt people; the truth is the sharp knife. Say a talented person lacks strength and people just laugh; say an idol lacks strength and they get really anxious—fans even more so.
This was their reason for not being able to lose!
They all came to leech popularity—who would be willing to leave a black mark in a fake competition? For this, they had to do something.
So under Xia Zan’s proposal, this small group formed, with the team’s main purpose being to support each other when in trouble, and their common enemy being the AI singers led by Yu Wei.
“Then shouldn’t you be clustering with them for warmth? Why come to surrender?”
Yu Wei understood the reasoning, but according to Huang Chuyang, this was good for him—more people meant more strength; fans uniting to manipulate votes would be a huge number.
As everyone knew, turncoats became turncoats for a reason; Huang Chuyang’s main reason for being a turncoat was holding a grudge.
In that previous competition, it was agreed no one would manipulate votes, win or lose by fate, but Xia Zan secretly manipulated votes for him, making him lose the initiative, so he helplessly advanced in the end.
Huang Chuyang was so angry—win or lose was minor, betrayal was major; who wants to team up with a backstabber? Now Xia Zan was calling for unity again, but he wouldn’t fall for it.
“I’ve figured it out—he’s desperate and wants to drag everyone down with him; once he passes the crisis, he’ll act uninvolved and hang high.”
Selfish people are like that; he, Huang, was ashamed to associate with them.
Of course, Huang Chuyang’s surrender had one most crucial factor: he still thought Yu Wei was more formidable.
Compared to a rabble, couldn’t he see which side was worth investing in?
“In the group, they mainly talked about three things: first, manipulate—more than ten fan circles manipulate votes together, whoever’s competition it is, they manipulate for them; anyway, can’t lose to AI.”
Yu Wei had guessed this one; the momentum of more than ten fan circles uniting was still big—if relying only on passersby’s organic votes, it really would be hard to outvote.
AI really didn’t have many fans; winning by piling up numbers wasn’t impossible…
“Second, smear—find some marketing accounts to stir rhythm, roughly saying AI this thing besides affecting competition balance has no other use, gradually escalating to boycotting AI.”
Actually, Yu Wei was the real culprit, and Xia Zan and others knew it too, but attacking Yu Wei was useless—this kid had nothing attackable except writing failure novels; he had great public appeal.
There might even be people above helping him speak up; causing him trouble would be harming the enemy at a cost of 1,000 while losing 2,000 of your own—not to mention he was still the fake competition organizer; attacking the organizer wouldn’t that make them seem even more sore losers?
Yu Wei had no flaws, so they could only attack AI.
This move was still quite effective—not mentioning why they themselves weren’t as good as AI, but directly discussing the results; overall, it was playing the victim plus conspiracy theory.
Actually, current netizens quite eat this up: I’m weak so I’m right, you’re strong so you deserve it…
“Third, make a fuss—if they still lose in the end, then like Tong Yulu’s company, firmly not acknowledge the competition result, steady the fans, and also throw some smoke bombs at netizens.”
A bit unreasonable…
Hearing this, Yu Wei really felt it was a bit troublesome; he was already busy preparing the final Luwen Award performance—where did he have the mind for intellectual battles with them?
These three moves still had some substance: first unite fan circle fans to jointly manipulate votes, then wage public opinion war to make AI illegitimate.
If all else fails, pull the sore loser routine—lose the competition but not the person; ugly but can steady the fan base.
“Brother Yu, I’ll keep watching for you; if there’s anything, just say!”
Huang Chuyang coming to surrender naturally had selfish motives too, but he wasn’t greedy—as long as Yu Wei could arrange some strong opponents for him later to let him retreat unscathed.
Like matching him against Shen Yutong—losing to her wouldn’t be embarrassing at all.
Intuition told him going against Yu Wei brought no good, going with him avoided pitfalls—take a shot, bicycle to motorcycle.
“Thanks.”
Though this kid was a turncoat, this time he really helped; more than ten fan circle idols together had strong combat power—couldn’t be ignored.
Seeing the two words “thanks,” Huang Chuyang immediately felt amnesty—he made it, Master I made it; maybe he was the only one who could retreat unscathed.
“Just what I needed trouble with, and now this guy comes to add chaos.”
Yu Wei sighed; for the fifth day’s performance, he had to write the piano piece a day in advance at least, but today was already the second day.
Insomnia Flight Revival Match still had five real contestants left; four little idols probably already joined the small group, and besides them, Chen Chen remained.
Yu Wei’s original idea was one idol against AI, one against Chen Chen, the remaining two against each other—but now it seemed that would be letting them off easy.
This group of little idols was too noisy; keeping them was a hidden danger—looked like they couldn’t enter the Second Round.
Whoever’s competition, manipulate for them, right? What if they all compete together?
Yu Wei quickly decided: tomorrow, finish writing all the remaining Revival Match games in one day.
This fan circle small group structure was loose; helping occasionally was fine, but if multiple things happened at once, they’d definitely prioritize their own brother—how could they care about others?
Want to unite? Perfect, wipe them all out at once—finish Revival Match tomorrow, arrange piano piece on the fourth day, perfect.
Arrange one for Chen Chen from the four little idols as opponent, the other three each against one AI—send them off directly, save the daily scheming.
If it were other songs, pulling out three at once would be a bit outrageous, but rough internet celebrity songs could be done.
Having many discarded drafts on hand wasn’t very normal?
Yu Wei didn’t dare delay and immediately explained the situation to the company’s Technical Department, pulling three AIs: one male, two female.
The rest was writing: release the plots for the three songs as soon as possible, redeem after, then hurry to record the songs.
Yu Wei’s action power was still strong; this time he was really rushed—if they liked clustering so much, bring it on together.
None of you eat!
…
“Brother Zan, my fans manipulated votes for you.”
“Thanks, when you compete I’ll have my fans manipulate for you too.”
Xia Zan exited to check the novel software—he was only slightly ahead of the AI by 10,000 votes, less than half an hour to countdown end, still felt unsteady.
With Insomnia Flight popularity rising, plus the explosive event Yu Wei caused a few days ago, it drew quite a few new readers.
Now the number of passersby participating in voting was quite large; their more than ten fan circles uniting still couldn’t gain much advantage.
Fan circle core fans definitely weren’t as many as passersby; as more people voted, fans’ influence would only shrink.
The further along, the more it tested hard strength.
“Anyone in the group whose fans haven’t voted yet? Help a brother out.”
Huang Chuyang naturally didn’t have his fans help Xia Zan vote—he even hoped Xia Zan got stomped by passerby AI, gratifying.
“Chuyang, did you vote?”
Xia Zan was smart too; the numbers clearly didn’t add up—thinking about it, someone definitely didn’t help; besides Huang Chuyang who held a grudge against him, who else?
“I said so, but my fans probably don’t want to.”
His words had a bit of sarcasm: why don’t my fans want to vote for you—don’t you know? Still have the face?
“Then go urge them—mutual help.”
Xia Zan’s face was really thick; he actually heard Huang Chuyang’s meaning, but he didn’t want to lose even more now.
“I’ll try again.”
You still have the face to urge!
Huang Chuyang gritted his teeth and simply had his fans vote for AI Lu Ren Jia—now I urged, satisfied?
Xia Zan was waiting for the competition to end, but looking closely, why were the native opponent’s votes rising higher? Was this right?
For this kind of no-fan organic voting, shouldn’t it be steady growth? What was this…
With only ten-odd minutes left, he couldn’t contact fans to manipulate votes anymore and could only watch Lu Ren Jia overtake him in the last five minutes, leading by over 3,000 votes at cutoff.
What happened?
Xia Zan lost feeling stifled, but the few fusion material fan readers were thrilled—thought it was over, didn’t expect a real miracle?
In the final moments, they became light.
Ten-odd minutes, over 20,000 votes—who did this?
Turncoat Huang Chuyang smiled without speaking—originally he hadn’t planned to kick while down, but this guy had the face to urge, so couldn’t blame him for vicious thoughts.
Xia Zan naturally suspected Huang Chuyang first, but before he could react, a bigger surprise appeared.
“Yu Wei just updated two chapters with four competitions!”
The message was from a little idol who hadn’t appeared yet; he checked Yu Wei’s update right away to see the schedule.
Thought it would be one per day like before—who knew Yu Wei wrote four in one go today.
Not only four competitions, Yu Wei also arranged three AIs with three songs.
“Insomnia Flight Elimination Match Xiao Bingyi contestant song ‘Arrogant'”
“Insomnia Flight Elimination Match Liu Mangbing contestant song ‘Youth'”
“Insomnia Flight Elimination Match Tu Feijing contestant song ‘Insomnia Flight'”
Not buddy, pulling three songs at once—this was really planning to beat them to death?
The little idol matched to Chen Chen even inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief—losing to an internet celebrity was embarrassing, but way better than losing to AI.
Yu Wei’s sudden attack this time was like opening the Heavenly Eye—brothers all competing same day, that’d be some trouble.
“A traitor emerged among us!”
Xia Zan gnashed his teeth in anger; Yu Wei came prepared this time—clearly someone had defected, and the traitor jumped out himself…
But good thing, they had other preparations—easy to dodge open guns, hard to guard against hidden arrows; even if AI won the competition, they couldn’t escape the public opinion war.
Mysteriously arranging native characters to compete, plus AIs singing—what else but deliberately targeting contestants? Fair to other contestants?
As long as they stirred it up, netizens had a good chance of speaking for them.
Just as they prepared to guide public opinion, Huang Chuyang quietly threw out a message from the end of Yu Wei’s new chapter.
“Original characters are special rewards in the competition; defeat them head-on to pick a song from the AI song library.”
Yu Wei had guarded against the public opinion war too—say his AI disrupts the competition? Then making natives reward stages fixed it.
No matter how good these songs, they were sung by AI—couldn’t go on music platforms or commercialize; whoever took the song got a new representative work.
This way, besides these eliminated ones, who would question these AIs’ gold content?
Yu Wei’s note successfully foiled their second step plan again…
Even the densest realized Huang Chuyang was the mole, but by the time they turned back, the turncoat had already left the group.
Actually clustering for warmth wasn’t bad, but being a turncoat gave him even broader skies.
