Chapter 3: On a Call with the Diva—Utterly Roasted?

At eight in the evening, after wrapping up his work, Shen Xian began scrolling through Weibo and a few short video platforms.

#On the morning of May 6th at eight o’clock, the queen of love songs, Zhou Wan, will hold her first-ever online solo concert to thank her fans.#
#Wanwan is finally holding a concert! I have a feeling that Douyin is about to be flooded with traffic—can you handle it?#

The next morning at half past seven, Shen Xian opened Douyin.

His account only followed two people and had one follower; the two he followed were Liu Ruyun and Zhou Wan, and his sole follower was Zhou Wan herself. Liu Ruyun didn’t know about this account, but even if she did, she wouldn’t follow him back.

He immediately unfollowed Liu Ruyun.

With so few followers, even if he started a livestream, there wouldn’t be many viewers. So, connecting with the queen of love songs, Zhou Wan, was the best plan!

A joint stream could let him ride on Zhou Wan’s popularity and boost his own viewership.

He opened the livestream to see that the stage was already set, the lighting soft and gentle, but Zhou Wan had yet to appear.

Yet the live chat was already surging with frantic messages.

“Much love, Wanwan!”

“Wanwan is a goddess forever!”

Shen Xian glanced at the online viewer count—over 100,000.

But he knew that was just the maximum displayable count. The real number must have reached several million, perhaps even over ten million!

Backstage at Douyin, the tech team was working nonstop to add servers.

“Hold steady, hold steady, we’re already at three million viewers!”

“It’s still climbing!”

“The queen of love songs draws traffic like nothing else!”

“Online viewers have broken the ten million mark—this is the highest in Douyin’s history!”

Liu Ruyun and Chen Feng were also watching the broadcast from the company.

Liu Ruyun’s eyes brimmed with envy. When would she ever achieve such heights?

Chen Feng clicked his tongue. “Zhou Wan is truly incredible. This level of traffic is terrifying—it’s a pity we couldn’t sign her to Scarlet Queen Entertainment.”

At exactly eight, amidst the cheers of countless fans, Zhou Wan finally appeared on camera.

She hadn’t turned on any beauty filters or special effects.

She wore a fitted black gown that hugged her figure, paired with black pointed-toe high heels with open sides.

Her hair cascaded like a waterfall, her skin was alabaster, her face stunningly beautiful—she looked like a spirit of the night.

“Hello everyone, I’m Zhou Wan. It’s been four years since my debut, and I’m grateful for your support along the way.” Her voice was as ethereal and exquisite as her appearance.

The live chat exploded in a frenzy.

“Wanwan is so beautiful!”

“She’s a true goddess!”

“Whoever marries Wanwan in this life must have saved the galaxy in the last!”

Zhou Wan bowed to the camera. “Now, I’ll sing my first song, ‘Moon’!”

As her soft voice rang out, its ethereal quality filled the air, and the live chat fell silent—many viewers were utterly entranced.

When the song ended, the chat erupted once again.

“Wow, that was incredible—Wanwan’s talent is on full display!”

“So good, I love it!”

“Absolutely beautiful!”

Then she began her second song.

Zhou Wan’s skill was remarkable. Unlike other singers who debuted through talent shows or variety programs, she started out through livestreaming—a path as treacherous as a single-plank bridge over a raging river. Without true talent, one simply couldn’t last.

She sang three songs in a row and was still in excellent form.

“Now it’s time for a short break. During the intermission, I’d like to connect with a friend and have him give some feedback. What do you all think?” Zhou Wan asked.

“Sure! If Wanwan acknowledges them, they must be a big shot!”

“Hurry, connect—we want to see who it is!”

“It must be a superstar!”

Zhou Wan smiled, took out her phone, and called Shen Xian: “Mr. Postman, are you available to join the stream now?”

Shen Xian replied, “Of course, I’ll send you an invite right away.”

As he spoke, he donned his homemade mask and turned on his camera. The room behind him was dimly lit, making it impossible to see his face or figure clearly.

They started the joint stream.

When Zhou Wan saw Shen Xian, she paused in surprise. “Mr. Postman, I can’t really see you.”

Shen Xian activated a voice modulator, giving his words a metallic edge. “No need to mind that.”

He was still under restrictions and couldn’t reveal his true identity or appearance. When his influence grew large enough, only then would he step into the light.

Though a little disappointed, Zhou Wan smiled and began, “Mr. Postman, what did you think of my singing?”

Shen Xian paused, then answered, “I think it was average—the songwriting and composition were also mediocre.”

With that single sentence, Zhou Wan’s livestream was thrown into chaos.

“Who the hell is this guy, daring to say Wanwan is just average?”

“His stream only has three people watching, and he dares criticize Wanwan?”

“Everyone, let’s go roast him together!”

Instantly, Shen Xian saw the number of viewers in his own stream skyrocket.

“You’re a complete idiot!”

“Who are you to judge Wanwan?”

“Just another attention-seeking clown!”

Seeing this, Zhou Wan quickly tried to calm things down. “Everyone, please don’t get upset. Mr. Postman is a true professional—he’s guided me a lot over the years. Please don’t insult him!”

But her fans were having none of it, relentlessly filling Shen Xian’s stream with angry messages.

Shen Xian was unfazed.

“Your voice is clear and pure, perfectly suited for sorrowful love songs.”

“Your vocal timbre is highly distinctive and penetrating, but this song didn’t showcase your strengths.”

“If I had to rate it out of ten, I’d only give this song a five.”

He was blunt and direct.

“Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Postman.” Despite being the queen of love songs, Zhou Wan showed no airs. After listening, she bowed sincerely.

Even so, her fans were incensed, unleashing a wave of criticism in Shen Xian’s chat.

“Who do you think you are, talking like that?”

“If you’re so good, let’s see you sing!”

“Go ahead, show us what you can do!”

“This guy is just leeching off Wanwan’s popularity—nothing but an attention-seeker!”

Shen Xian’s stream had already gathered fifty thousand viewers and the number kept climbing—all of them haters, all of them there to vent their anger.

“Wanwan, may I sing a song?” Shen Xian asked.

Zhou Wan immediately responded with delight, “Of course! I’ve been looking forward to it, Mr. Postman!”