Invisible Wings

“What’s going on?!”

In the senior meeting room of ShakeHand, Feng Teng frowned as he demanded an explanation.

An employee who had been monitoring Ji Fanstars’s livestream backend data stammered, “There’s a wave of paid trolls from who knows where, stirring things up.”

Another voice piped in, “It’s bad—several top streamers from FlyingFish are saying Ji Fanstars is about to compose live, and they’ve all started rebroadcasting!”

“Damn it, so it’s FlyingFish causing trouble!” Feng Teng gritted his teeth.

No one knows you better than your rivals, and FlyingFish had already realized why ShakeHand was partnering with “King of All Singers” this time. Their initial plan was just to station some people in ShakeHand’s stream to watch the spectacle, but unexpectedly, Ji Fanstars actually achieved results.

With a single song, she created a legend in the streaming world of Dragon Country!

If this livestream concluded smoothly, the ramifications would be immense. It would become a flagship case ShakeHand could present in business negotiations. With proper publicity, ShakeHand’s live streaming platform would gain a much better public image, paving the way for a seamless transition to a new business model.

Such is the unadorned simplicity of high-level corporate warfare: whatever ShakeHand tries to do, FlyingFish will find a way to thwart it.

They set up trending keywords like #JiFanstarsLiveOriginalSongHelpForTerminallyIllGirl# on Weibo, Little Red Potato, and other online platforms. Thanks to Ji Fanstars’s own popularity, there was no need to buy much traffic—the topic easily drew attention.

Internally, many FlyingFish streamers abandoned their own work, consciously or unconsciously discussing “a genius composer about to create a song live.” They praised Ji Fanstars in all sorts of ways, expressing anticipation and excitement.

On the surface, these words lauded Ji Fanstars, but in reality, they were inflating the audience’s expectations. When the time came, even if she wrote a song, if it was just average, viewers would mock: “So that’s it?” “What a waste of hype.”

Regardless of whether Ji Fanstars wrote a song or not, she would be ridiculed—unless she produced a piece that astonished everyone.

But such an outcome was unthinkable. Everyone knew the state of the entertainment industry; composers would toil for months and produce only so-so songs. Even if Ji Fanstars had talent, there was no way she could write a complete, quality song under such circumstances.

By now, thanks to FlyingFish’s relentless promotion, over fifty thousand viewers had flooded into Ji Fanstars’s livestream.

Everyone watched the screen with nervous anticipation.

In the eyes of ShakeHand’s executives, Ji Fanstars was practically being roasted alive by the troll army.

Previously, she had publicly made a promise to a new fan. If she refused the audience’s request now, it would leave a bad taste and ammunition for criticism.

But if Ji Fanstars agreed to compose on the spot…

No one could imagine how terrible a hastily written song might sound. The FlyingFish streamers would seize the chance to launch a scathing attack—a rising star in the entertainment world being humiliated on ShakeHand’s platform.

What could have become a legendary event in the streaming world was about to become a laughingstock.

After this, who in the entertainment industry would dare to try live streaming? Even influencers with some talent would think twice, and Feng Teng’s nascent plans would remain a distant dream.

Meanwhile, the barrage of comments was growing uglier.

“What’s this? Wasn’t she supposed to compose live? Where’s the song?”

“Ji Fanstars, you liar!!!”

“People were just praising you for being positive energy, yet now you won’t even encourage a sick girl?”

“If that little girl dies, she’ll come back as a vengeful ghost for you.”

The comment section was in utter chaos, devolving into personal attacks.

Ji Fanstars paid no heed. She kept her head down, tuning her guitar, her fingers tracing the strings as if composing on the spot.

But to the viewers, it looked more like she was avoiding the comment section, escaping rather than facing the abuse.

On the rooftop of a residential complex in the capital, Zhang Shuyi sat on the railing, her legs dangling into the night air, swinging back and forth as she gazed at the orange-tinged sky, polluted by the city’s glow.

So tired. Why is school so exhausting? The endless stream of test papers had worn her out.

She didn’t feel at all that her actions were dangerous. She felt weighed down by her studies, yet at this moment, light—as if she could take off with a gentle leap.

The thought she’d suppressed for so long resurfaced once more.

“Jump, just jump, and it’ll all be over.”

A voice whispered in her ear.

Wasn’t it too monotonous to just fly away? Zhang Shuyi mused. Why not pick a beautiful song to listen to as she flew?

Her mind involuntarily returned to the topic her whole class had discussed that day.

“Ji Fanstars? If so many classmates like her, she must be really good.”

In the livestream, Ning Ze anxiously sent virtual gifts with special effects, just trying to cover the offensive comments for Ji Fanstars.

[User Ning Ze sent a shower of flowers x1]

[User Ning Ze sent a shower of flowers x1]

[User Ning Ze sent a shower of flowers x1]

…

[Sorry, the streamer has set a gift limit. Your gift cannot be sent.]

The constant rain of petals on his phone screen suddenly ceased. Ning Ze felt defeated, wishing he could fly over and protect Ji Fanstars himself.

[User Tianjin Elegant Melody sent a shower of flowers x1]

[User Old Su sent a shower of flowers x1]

[User Coffee Warrior Li Ming sent a shower of flowers x1]

[User Yueyueliang sent a shower of flowers x1]

[User I’m Ayu~ sent a shower of flowers x1]

…

By the time Ji Fanstars had finished composing the sheet music in her mind and looked up at her phone, she saw—

Countless showers of flowers were cascading across the screen, one after another, their pink petals completely covering the comment section.

The herd mentality may easily sway those on the fence, but it cannot change those with steadfast conviction.

If their voices are drowned out by the crowd, then step out of the crowd—let everyone see support in a different way.

Ji Fanstars smiled radiantly.

Her smile had a magical power, touching everyone watching; in that smile, people saw hope, dreams, and love.

“Since everyone is so eager, I’ll sing a song no one has ever heard before.

It’s not just for that little girl I’ve never met, but for everyone present.

I hope that when faced with challenges, you won’t give up—stay optimistic, believe in yourselves.

With each hurdle, dawn is just ahead.”

No one expected Ji Fanstars would truly compose live.

For a full fifteen seconds, the comment section fell silent.

“Invisible Wings—I hope you all like it.”