[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off":3,"chapter-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-245":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Bound to the Sign-In System, I Took Off",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2336299,4567,"Chapter 245: After All, She Couldn","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-245",245,"\u003Cp>The first song to go viral was Qin Yun’s “Tonggu Yao Hun,” which spread like a virus and instantly dominated TikTok’s trending list.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only afterward did the copper drum ritual of the White-Pants Yao in Jiaping Village gain attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the prerequisite was always that the song had gone viral, bringing the White-Pants Yao of Jiaping Village into the public eye for the first time. Qin Yun wasn’t worried about whether Jiaping Village could handle this flood of traffic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiaping Village was small, with only a few households; it didn’t need great wealth—just enough for every family to have a livelihood and a steady income. After consulting with the clan elders, they settled on holding the copper drum ritual once a week.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, if too many people came too often, what was meant to be good might turn bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every household in Jiaping Village knew how to make wax-resist dyeing, indigo dyeing, and could craft copper drums, spinning tops, and other inherited artifacts. After the promotion began, everyone threw themselves into producing these crafts, determined to ensure visitors left satisfied and happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the finished products weren’t as painstakingly made as usual, they still carried heartfelt effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After inspecting them, Qin Yun met again with the clan elders to set prices. Once everything was ready, Jiaping Village welcomed its first wave of tourists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No way! Qin Ye is still here? Pure luck, haha, check out my selfie with him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I finally met Qin Ye’s girlfriend—so beautiful! My future girlfriend must meet this standard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Up there, are you here for Qin Ye or his girlfriend? Didn’t he just beat you to death?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The copper drum ritual was mind-blowing—the live experience was incredible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You absolutely must visit Jiaping Village and experience pure joy and awe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh no, the Jiaping Village elder has been popping up in my phone for a week now—I can’t scroll without seeing him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha, same here. Every time I see it, I watch it again, and the algorithm keeps pushing it to me, so I keep watching.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“6666!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Praise poured in. After the first wave of tourists returned with their reviews, Jiaping Village exploded in popularity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The copper drum ritual propelled Jiaping Village to viral fame across the entire internet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other White-Pants Yao groups saw this and wanted to copy it, but Qin Yun’s official statement crushed their plans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was this statement that revealed to everyone that he had written the song.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【“Tonggu Yao Hun” was an accidental creation of mine, inspired after witnessing the copper drum ritual of the White-Pants Yao in Jiaping Village. I am donating the copyright of this song to the White-Pants Yao of Jiaping Village. Any public performance of this song must contact the clan elder, Lan Qi, for authorization—unauthorized use is illegal.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy shit, Qin Ye wrote this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, I’m numb. You’re telling me this song with such strong ethnic flavor was written by Qin Ye?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qin Ye, you can even write songs?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When you’re speechless, you’re truly speechless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s outdone himself—Qin Ye writing songs is more shocking than him descending ten thousand meters into the Black Throat Pit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He can write songs and also conquer heaven and earth—tell me, what can’t you do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just netizens—even Qin Yun’s friends all sent him “?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even several entertainment industry friends came curiously asking what was going on. Chen He even had the nerve to ask for a song—absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But all this was just a lighthearted side note; Qin Yun didn’t pay it much mind. Writing songs was fine as a rare thing, but if he had to pour his heart into it, he truly wasn’t interested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the past two days, Qin Yun had kept a low profile with Su Huan, rarely showing up in public, quietly staying by Lan Duo’s side, accompanying this poor little girl through the final chapter of her life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lan Duo’s condition worsened day by day; yesterday she fainted twice, today she lost consciousness three times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a wildflower just beginning to bloom in the mountains, she never got to face the wind and rain in full glory—already slowly wilting, drying up, her last flicker of life trembling, ready to vanish at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Lan Duo, barely clinging to life on the hospital bed, Su Huan’s eyes were red from crying, her face soaked in tears. Though they had only known each other for a few short days, the sorrow and pity in her heart felt profoundly real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was only thirteen—she hadn’t even seen the world’s splendor, hadn’t had time to grow up, and now she was being snatched away so abruptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lan Duo’s grandparents had also been worn down to shadows, their faces etched with unrelenting grief. Nothing hurts more than a dead heart—the two elders had already buried their son and daughter-in-law, and now they had to watch their only granddaughter slip away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two consecutive blows of burying their own children crushed the hearts of these two elderly people, nearly suffocating them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mmm…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft sigh broke the silence in the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lan Duo slowly opened her eyes, her gaze drifting slowly over the faces gathered around her bed—her grandparents, Brother Qin Yun, Sister Su Huan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the familiar, tender faces filled with sorrow, her fear of death lessened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grandpa… Grandma…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My Duo Duo, Grandma’s here, Grandma’s with you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lan Duo’s grandmother burst into tears, gripping her granddaughter’s frail little hand tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside her, the grandfather turned away, quietly wiping away the tears rolling down his cheeks, his face heavy with grief, his chest heaving as he forced himself to hold back his sobs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan, eyes red, leaned against Qin Yun, throat tight with sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After I’m gone… don’t be too sad… I’m going to find Mom and Dad… we’ll finally be a family again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grandmother wept uncontrollably, trembling as she whispered: “Grandma knows… Grandma knows…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lan Duo’s gaze held a childlike longing: “Grandma… can you sing ‘Tonggu Dongdong’ to me one more time?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course… Grandma will sing it for my Duo Duo.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old woman choked back her sobs, lowered her voice, and began to hum softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The copper drum beats dong dong, dong dong,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Yao mountains sway green, green.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wood leaves make the birds laugh,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The children chase the sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gentle, familiar lullaby drifted slowly around the bedside, seeping gently into Lan Duo’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She listened quietly, her eyelids slowly lowering, her eyes closing. With her grandmother’s soft singing, her small thoughts grew empty, sinking slowly into stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mountains laugh, the waters laugh,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We are all good little children of the Yao mountains!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the song ended, Lan Duo’s grandmother suddenly felt her granddaughter’s frail hand go slack in her palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint breath drifted away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At thirteen, her brief, pitiful life ended quietly, surrounded by loved ones and cradled by the tenderness of a lullaby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Duo Duo! My Duo Duo!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The long-suppressed grief shattered—the grandparents could no longer hold back, breaking into heart-wrenching sobs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan buried her face in Qin Yun’s chest, tears streaming uncontrollably, her shoulders shaking with uncontrollable weeping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Qin Yun’s eyes turned red, warm tears falling silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that same moment, in Jiaping Village, the cheerful, rhythmic “Tonggu Yao Hun” suddenly blared out—the second week’s White-Pants Yao copper drum ritual began as scheduled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, the mountain wind roared, drums and music thundered, songs rang out joyfully across the Yao mountains; inside, sobs echoed, the room filled with sorrow, life and death separated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One joy, one sorrow—one outside, one inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lan Duo had fulfilled her mission, yet in the end, she simply could not endure her fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grandpa, Grandma, if you need help, please call me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the funeral, Qin Yun and Su Huan chose to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lan Duo’s grandparents embraced them, blessed them, and then, amid the farewell of the clan elder, Luo Shigen, Meng Jiumei, and other villagers, quietly departed Jiaping Village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before leaving, the clan elder spoke privately to Qin Yun: the clan would record Lan Duo’s story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun was comforted by this—the greatest credit for Jiaping Village’s future prosperity did not belong to him, nor to the clan elder, nor even to the villagers, but to that small, emaciated girl—Lan Duo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without Lan Duo’s private message, none of what followed would have been possible.\u003C\u002Fp>",1385,"2026-06-20T21:37:30.093Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","83d9f982cfa0965cfe0fa93cab1adcb4b0a43ab69fc3a213ac7f7bd9ed209875","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-246","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-244",329,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-cover.jpg"]