257: Chapter 257 I'll Take Care of You

"Violin, right, the Violin. Xia Zhi, quick, help me set one up."

Lin Chuyan hadn't forgotten about his Violin.

This thing was great; it was an anti-fan-favor weapon, the perfect cure for those mindless fans who worshipped him. Anyone who scrolled onto his Douyin video would watch in stunned silence; those who did speak up were all full of sarcasm. How to put it? It was currently one of the few flaws he had.

It wasn't that he was being masochistic, insisting on dragging himself through the mud. He just understood the internet well. He knew that many people online were best at—and loved—creating idols, only to then find flaws—whether by taking things out of context or spreading rumors—and ultimately pulling the idol they had built up off their pedestal and stomping on them, as if that made them feel satisfied and gratified.

"Coming, Brother, it's ready." Xia Zhi set up the phone. "Which piece are you playing today?"

"A piece by Chopin, 'Nocturne in C-sharp Minor,' for everyone."

This piece was slightly more difficult than the others he usually played, making it perfect for challenging this current batch of viewers.

After the piece ended, he started posting to Douyin.

Upload video, edit text: "New piece, new challenge. Believe in yourself, and if you work hard, you'll see tomorrow."

Click publish.

Back to WeChat.

From yesterday until now, for the past two days, WeChat basically hadn't stopped buzzing, filled with all sorts of inquiries and congratulations.

Su He: "?"

Lin Chuyan let out a barrage: "Unfamiliar? Can't believe it? Even feeling a hint of confusion?"

Su He: "You've said it all, what do you want me to say?"

Lin Chuyan: "It's a pity you weren't there for 'a moment of romance' and 'pegasus 2'; you missed witnessing the rise of a genius."

Su He: "Get lost!"

The hardest person to deal with was still Director Chu Dong.

Director Chu sent him a screenshot on WeChat, capturing the Weibo post Lin Chuyan had made himself—was there any breakdown?

Director Chu Dong: "Time, location."

…This character skill card really shouldn't be used recklessly.

Lin Chuyan: "Calm down, Director. You're still filming."

Director Chu Dong: "SU7 Ultra has been ordered."

Lin Chuyan: "…"

Lin Chuyan: "I definitely can't out-breakdown you… Who are you? You've won so many championships your hands are tired from holding them. Me? I'm just a newbie."

Director Chu Dong: "I watched the video. Your operation was too good, and your tire management was excellent. How about I sign you up for next year's race? Don't waste your time in the entertainment industry anymore. There's no shortage of Best Actors here, but there is a shortage of world-class drivers!"

Lin Chuyan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He tried to reason with him, and it took a lot of effort to finally convince Director Chu Dong to drop it.

The most thoughtful one was his girlfriend.

Xingxing: "You look so cool driving this car, so, so cool!"

Lin Chuyan: "I was wearing a helmet, my face wasn't even showing, and you still think I'm cool?"

Xingxing: "Hmph! Just listen properly when someone praises you."

The rich sister then sent a screenshot—it was the order confirmation for the SU7 Ultra.

Xingxing: "I bought one for you. Take me with you next time you drive. Thanks."

After saying that, she emphasized again: "It's not a birthday present, just a casual purchase. (We agreed not to give each other gifts for birthdays.)"

Since it had already been ordered, what else was there to say…

Lin Chuyan didn't intend to refuse: "Thank you, sister. The passenger seat is always yours; anyone else can only sit in the back!"

Ruan Xingyu was coaxed into beaming with joy by his two sentences, and since he hadn't refused, she was even happier: "So obedient this time? You actually didn't refuse the gift your sister gave you."

Lin Chuyan replied with a smile: "I've figured it out. What's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine; it all counts as marital property. Anyway, your boyfriend has struck it rich recently. Is there anything you want? Just say the word, all expenses tonight will be covered by Young Master Lin!"

Xingxing: "Brother is so amazing, so wealthy and generous, worthy of being the newly promoted top idol. I'm done for, I'm on a downward slope; in the future, the family will rely on you to support me."

That's how their chats went, calling each other "Brother" and "Sister" back and forth; both of them were used to it.

Lin Chuyan stared at his phone, grinning foolishly, not knowing who was playing whom: "Say no more, I'll support you."

Xingxing: "Then remember to buy a delicious birthday cake~ Also, I still want to eat the food you cook. I don't want to go out to eat on my birthday…"

"Sure, sure, leave it to me. Anything else?"

"Emmm… nothing for now."

Ruan Xingyu really couldn't think of anything she wanted. She just bought whatever she wanted herself. She was used to being alone, and that's how she had lived all these years.

Lin Chuyan thought about it and realized that was true; the rich sister didn't lack anything. If he really wanted to give her a gift, he couldn't ask for her opinion—asking was definitely useless. It was better to do as before: just buy it and give it to her directly. It felt like no matter what he gave her, his girlfriend was always so happy…

However, there was indeed something he wanted to buy for her.

On a whim these past few days, he had been secretly looking at diamond rings…

It wasn't to say he was getting married right away, but it was better to be prepared for everything. Just taking a look, just taking a look.

But how to put it? It felt like looking at them alone wasn't the way to go. Sometimes his head would spin from looking, and he might have to consult with Xia Zhi and Wen Qi later on.

Taking advantage of the gap in their chat, Lin Chuyan switched back to Douyin.

Sometimes it was quite fun to watch netizens being tortured by his Violin videos, but this time, the situation seemed a bit different.

"It's okay, baby, you've already tried very hard."

"No one is perfect. Even someone as strong as Lin Chuyan has things he isn't good at; it's understandable."

"Actually, the Violin is inherently very difficult to practice; for a beginner, it's normal."

"Clumsy but cute, hehe."

"Heaven is fair. Since it opened so many doors for Lin Chuyan, it has to leave a window for others, right?"

No, are you guys okay? Is the filter already this thick? Even playing the Violin like this can't break through the filter?

Aside from those who had problems with their ears, there were others who spoke like seasoned trolls the moment they opened their mouths.

"Listening to it is like hearing celestial music, my ears are momentarily brightened!"

"Wuwuwu, being able to scroll onto Lin Chuyan's video at this hour, I can sleep well tonight!"

"Every time I listen to Lin Chuyan's performance, I can feel a sense of power; this is true artistic expression."

"Who said the Violin must be elegant? It can also be like how Lin Chuyan plays it, like a storm—although chaotic, it is full of vitality."

"Those saying it sounds bad definitely don't know what abstract art is. Sometimes music is the same; even if it's hard to understand, it's definitely impressive."

"I scrolled through too much suggestive content, so I specifically came here to wash my brain. Thanks, successfully quit lust (today's check-in)."

The more Lin Chuyan scrolled, the deeper his brows furrowed: These people, they were impervious to reason.

And the number of likes was also much higher than before. Why on earth?

After scrolling down a bit more, he finally understood—it felt like the people commenting had turned his comment section into some sort of performance art.

The direct verbal abuse from before had disappeared, replaced by the use of all sorts of strange expressions to achieve the goal of being sarcastic and cynical.

Hiss… Lin Chuyan fell into thought.

This won't do. If it keeps going like this, I'll have to find another way…