She wanted to tell her deskmate that Ji Fanxing was the best!

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“Invisible Wings,” hailed as an inspirational anthem in the land of Huaxia, does not rely on a rousing, invigorating tone, but instead flows with delicacy and grace. Through Ji Fanxing’s performance, every note seemed to be infused with vitality.

It was as if everyone could see those invisible wings unfolding behind her, carrying her aloft in a sky of freedom.

On the rooftop, Zhang Shuyi had long since forgotten the purpose of opening the livestream. Tears glistened at the corners of her eyes, and at last, a spark of life returned to her gaze.

Ji Fanxing’s singing felt like a warm embrace, enveloping Zhang Shuyi and giving her strength.

Within this song, Zhang Shuyi crossed mountains and gradually rediscovered herself.

“Invisible wings make dreams last longer than the sky—
Leave a wish for yourself to imagine—”

When the song ended, a cold wind swept by, jolting Zhang Shuyi from her reverie. She saw the abyss beneath her feet and, as if fleeing, turned and jumped back over the railing onto the rooftop.

The telephone rang—“Ding-ling~”—and she saw it was her mother calling. After a moment’s hesitation, she pressed the green button to answer, eyes closed, bracing herself for her mother’s reproach.

“Shuyi, aren’t you off tomorrow? Why haven’t you come home yet?”

Unexpectedly, her mother didn’t unleash the tirade Zhang Shuyi had imagined; instead, her voice carried concern for her daughter’s late return.

“Oh, there was traffic today. I’m downstairs now…”

“Good, today is your birthday, so I bought your favorite chocolate cake. Eat it soon, or it won’t digest well later.”

“My… birthday?”

“That’s right. Hurry home so we can celebrate your eighteenth birthday together. From today, you’re an adult.”

There was a warmth and pride in her mother’s tone.

“Celebrate… my birthday?” Zhang Shuyi’s nose grew sore, tears streamed uncontrollably. Her mother didn’t regret having her—she would even celebrate her birthday…

Hearing her daughter’s voice tinged with tears, Zhang Shuyi’s mother felt a pang in her heart.

“Shuyi, I admit my attitude lately has been a problem. Here, I apologize.

The road ahead is long; if you don’t do well this time, there’s always next time. The score doesn’t matter—as long as you get into a school you love, I’ll support you!

Ah, why am I saying all this? It’s your holiday, so rest well at home for two days. We won’t talk about studies. Come back and celebrate your coming-of-age birthday.”

“Mm! Okay!”

Hanging up, Zhang Shuyi wiped her tears, grabbed her backpack, and rushed downstairs toward home.

At that moment, she was infinitely grateful that she had opened Ji Fanxing’s livestream before making a wrong decision.

How wonderful it is to be alive.

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Her mother was wonderful.

Ji Fanxing—simply amazing! She would be her loyal fan for life!

Jiangshan Entertainment. Shen Zhiyao, who had listened to the entire song, suddenly realized her worries had been unfounded.

Though the streaming world may be crude, Ji Fanxing herself was not. She would not, because of one livestream, become the vulgar broadcaster everyone feared.

In fact, Shen Zhiyao sensed that the streaming world might change because of Ji Fanxing.

“Let me borrow your phone!” A hand reached toward Shen Zhiyao.

She was baffled. “What for?”

“I want to send gifts to Fanxing! What kind of broadcaster sets a gift limit? I can't send any more gifts—let me use your account.”

Shen Zhiyao’s account was a verified major one. Ji Fanxing had already made it clear to her that she would not join any company; collaboration was possible.

But given Ji Fanxing’s status, as a well-known agent, Shen Zhiyao was not about to chase after her.

“No,” Shen Zhiyao refused without hesitation.

“Fine, I have another account. I’ll use that,” Lu Tianyu replied, unconcerned.

Shen Zhiyao ignored him, preparing to leave, then paused mid-step.

Wait—a second account?

Wasn’t that his main account?!

She snatched Lu Tianyu’s phone as he switched accounts, confiscated it, and without caring whether he’d finished his practice for the day, shouted,

“Go! Rehearse!!”

As Ji Fanxing sang, more and more viewers poured into the livestream.

When she finished “Invisible Wings,” she discovered the online audience had surpassed 100,000.

Her fan count backstage was also rising rapidly, going from 50,000 to 200,000.

A gain of 150,000 followers.

Those stirring up trouble in the chat hadn’t vanished, either.

It must be noted, she had only been live for half an hour.

Ji Fanxing was very satisfied. She didn’t know which benevolent soul had redirected traffic to her, but her goal was already accomplished ahead of schedule.

“Thank you all for your support, dear fans. Did you enjoy this song?”

[Love it!]

[It’s so beautiful!!]

[The college entrance exam is coming soon. Listening to this song filled me with energy. Thank you, streamer.]

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[I nearly laughed myself silly—my dad caught me watching the livestream and was about to hit me, but when he heard the song, he paused mid-swing and just warned me not to do it again.]

[Wow! The streamer is amazing! To have written such a beautiful song in so little time!]

[Is the streamer the legendary Greek god of song?!]

Ji Fanxing found this comment amusing; all her songs came from twenty-first century Huaxia, not ancient Greece.

Comments scrolled quickly past, and Ji Fanxing finally noticed one from “Angel Mom.”

[Thank you, streamer. This song is truly wonderful, thank you.]

Ji Fanxing smiled, her whole demeanor softening.

Her livestream goal had been surpassed, and the song had reached those who needed it.

She remembered she still needed to write answers for the “Yanyang” group on W-Star, so she didn’t linger, and told her viewers,

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. That’s all for today—if fate allows, we’ll meet again next time.

Bye~”

Before anyone could react, she leaned in for another beauty shot and then, with a crisp “pop,” ended the livestream.

[Ah?? That’s it?!]

[Streamer, come back!! Streamer!]

[Why did the streamer log off so quickly?]

[It must be because of those awful comments earlier—a lot of people have been berating the streamer…]

[Damn, so many Feiyu streamers were harassing Fanxing! Fanxing must be upset!]

[How could she be happy? Fanxing brought her guitar specifically to sing for us, but was attacked…]

[Feiyu’s people are so nasty. We finally had a beautiful livestream…]

[Sorry, I came over from Feiyu to stir things up at first, I admit my original intention was to insult this streamer, but now… I’m sorry.]

[Damn Feiyu, I won’t watch them anymore!]

Those viewers who had been moved by Ji Fanxing’s song, now left wanting more, naturally redirected their anger toward Feiyu once the truth came out.

Especially those streamers who had openly mocked Ji Fanxing in the chat—caught red-handed, there was no escape.

What reason was there? If you lack talent, you gang up to suppress those who are gifted!

In no time, those streamers, big and small, became scapegoats, thoroughly denounced and left with nothing.