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Chapter 998: 989 Rumors (1)

Chapter 998: Chapter 989 Rumors (1)

On the bullet comments, it was all:

“Holy shit holy shit holy shit!”

“Damn, I’m just calling it—good stuff!”

“Alas, my lack of vocabulary makes ‘holy shit’ my universal expression.”

“Awei is dead (Ah, I’m dead), Awei died over and over again.”

“Queen, kill me! Queen, look at me!”

…

As these two performed their hot dance, practically at the same time, every major forum, Weibo, Tieba—all the gossip and entertainment corners—were buzzing about their dance. Nobody paid for trending spots, no bot armies were spamming posts, it was purely organic hype.

It was Bo Yan’s first time performing K-pop, and honestly, Xia Siyu’s first time too. And of course, Shang Feifei was doing it for the first time as well.

All three had great looks and decent fame. Normally they were actors, but now here they were, throwing down a group dance. The scariest part? Xia Siyu was dancing better than many idols, with great chemistry alongside Bo Yan. Of course, Shang Feifei was impressive as well—her singing was good, her dancing solid. Honestly, if she wasn’t standing next to Xia Siyu, she would’ve been the clear center of attention. But Xia Siyu was just too captivating, her moves too exceptional, instantly pulling everyone’s focus.

After Xia Siyu finished her part, the song’s chorus ended, leading into the second segment. She was only assigned two lines of lyrics, and after that, she stayed silent except during group harmonies. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to sing; she simply knew her limits. It’s important to understand oneself.

After finishing her part, she stepped aside and struck a pose, leaving the main stage to Bo Yan and Shang Feifei.

After all, she was the supporting role. Her own fans might not always get it, perhaps thinking it’s a dual female lead situation, but she’s never been hung up on this, nor does she mind being overshadowed by Shang Feifei.

To be honest, landing a good movie and a great role is what truly matters. She loved the character of the bar owner and felt it fit her well. Whether it was the second lead or even the third, she was willing—what was the big deal?

But fire or not, you just have to look at the livestream, the bullet comments, and the ratings to know. When Xia Siyu retreated to the background, the hype noticeably dropped.

Numbers don’t lie. Sometimes, the audience can be that direct. Bo Yan’s fans were strong, but they couldn’t outmatch the sheer number of casual viewers. The so-called “scandals” surrounding Xia Siyu were mostly about romantic entanglements—nothing too serious. Acting out a little diva behavior? Barely counts, and at her level of fame, flexing a bit didn’t seem like a big deal.

For the gossip-loving masses, celebrity drama at worst turns some fans away, but they actually thrive on seeing soap opera-level chaos. As long as it doesn’t involve breaking the law—no drugs, prostitution, cheating, or mistresses crossing ethical and legal boundaries—her being “unmarried” and dating a few boyfriends? Why not? Wanting wealthy boyfriends—who cares?

Then, when Xia Siyu stepped back onto the main stage, her dance moves were clearly harder than Bo Yan’s and Shang Feifei’s. Even though Shang Feifei and Bo Yan had undeniable lead positions, Xia Siyu’s performance was so outstanding that the camera instinctively zoomed in on her, making her feel like the center of attention, with Bo Yan seemingly her dance partner instead.

The song finished, and following the structure of “Storm,” it was supposed to conclude with Bo Yan and Shang Feifei’s duet, while the second lead role like hers was meant to be left melancholically by the side—choreography included.

But Xia Siyu was too remarkable, completely stealing the spotlight from the other two. Even Shang Feifei’s operatic style in the finale didn’t manage to redirect much attention.

During the ending pose, she stood alone to one side, while the other two leaned closer together. Yet the camera gave her a close-up of several seconds, hardly glancing at the other two.