Chapter 54

Cheng Chen's radio live broadcast caused an immediate sensation outside, and at this moment, his fans were eagerly gathered in front of radios, listening to the broadcast.

There was no way around it—Cheng Chen was too mysterious.

He never appeared on shows, never gave interviews, and the only contact he ever had through his blog was solely his own video performances.

It had been about half a month since he posted any update.

This drove his many fans wild, especially his looks-obsessed fans!

So handsome and yet always hiding away—come out already!

The most popular comment on Cheng Chen's blog was:

"Shhh, sisters, keep your voices down—he's sleeping in my arms, don't wake him."

Even more absurd was that this person's registered gender was male.

Utterly speechless.

In the live studio, Xiao Yue'er first reported today's Jingcheng traffic conditions, while Cheng Chen assisted beside her, delivering one punchline after another, such as:

Rainy day and traffic jam—Heaven, you're stealing bamboo! The pandas on the back hill have starved to death from your negligence.

Teacher Xiao Yue'er, please stop bringing up that meme—it's public execution! You're livestreaming my social death!

What bad intentions could Teacher Xiao Yue'er possibly have? She just has a mouth.

I'm not nervous—just doing a show, what's there to be nervous about? I'm a terminal case of social confidence.

…

The two chatted and joked, bantering back and forth, filling the studio with harmony.

Listeners beside their radios laughed heartily.

They had always known Cheng Chen sang well, but never imagined he had such a humorous side.

Especially that line: Teacher Xiao Yue'er's looks are truly stunning, pity she's just got a mouth.

It made Xiao Yue'er clutch her aching stomach, laughing until tears streamed down her face.

How can this man be this funny!

The studio staff also looked at Cheng Chen with deep admiration.

He wasn't intimidated or nervous, and his performance exceeded their expectations.

It would be wonderful if Cheng Chen could permanently join "Hip-Hop After Work."

The staff instantly conceived this thought.

"I forgot to mention—Cheng Chen's new album, 'The Lone Brave,' goes on sale tomorrow across all platforms. Please support it heavily."

Xiao Yue'er, still holding her aching, laughing stomach, struggled to maintain her broadcast tone, then Cheng Chen took over:

"I'm the type who could easily rely on my looks but chooses to rely on talent instead. I hope my fan lords won't be ungrateful—please support me!"

"Hahaha."

Hearing Cheng Chen's words, Xiao Yue'er burst into laughter again.

No one had ever heard such a bold self-praise—and that seemingly stern line somehow carried the respectful title "fan lords," leaving people both amused and exasperated.

Fans beside their radios had already laughed until their faces ached.

Humorous, handsome, and with a pleasing voice—such a singer? Loved it, followed it!

Many fans rushed to Cheng Chen's blog to comment immediately:

"Definitely supporting!"

"Just because of 'fan lords,' I'm buying the album tomorrow till it sells out!"

"Go go go! Sisters, it's time to show your feminine power!"

"So shameless—but I… love… it!"

…

"Next is listener Q&A time. I know many of you tuned in just for Teacher Cheng Chen. No more words—go ahead and ask him anything."

After receiving instructions from the director, Xiao Yue'er announced the Q&A segment had begun.

According to the show's usual format, the host only needed to connect three listeners' phone calls and play one song to end today's broadcast.

But today, because Cheng Chen was a guest, the phone kept ringing nonstop.

Cheng Chen answered the first three listeners' questions effortlessly.

The director checked the time and saw there was still plenty left,

so he connected the fourth call.

"Hello, listener, may I ask your name?"

Cheng Chen warmly greeted the person on the other end.

"Huh…"

No one answered—only the sound of wind howling.

Cheng Chen still asked:

"Is anyone there? Hello, I'm Cheng Chen, guest host of 'Hip-Hop After Work.' Hello…"

Still no reply from the other end.

Just as the director was about to cut the call, thinking it was a prank, a hoarse, low male voice suddenly came through.

The voice sounded young—definitely no older than twenty-four:

"Hello, Teacher Cheng Chen, I'm your fan…"

"Hello, dear fan, how's your day going? Anything bothering you?"

Cheng Chen asked in a relaxed tone.

There was a pause on the other end, then a slow reply:

"Today was really unhappy. My girlfriend of three years was taken back home by her parents a few days ago—they looked down on me because I couldn't afford a house, not even enough for a down payment..."

As he spoke, the voice on the other end cut off again, leaving only a whooshing sound—whether wind or breath, no one could tell.

Relationship trouble?

Actually, relationship issues are the most common calls the radio station gets every day—it's also the segment listeners love the most.

Listening to the heartbreaks of lovelorn men and women, then sipping a warm, comforting bowl of chicken soup from the host who feels it all too deeply.

Especially on days like today, when it's raining, lying in bed listening is perfect.

After a few intermittent pauses, the voice finally spoke again:

"She cried and told me she didn't want to leave, but her father, mother, and brother all refused to let us be together—they forcibly took her home."

I heard from her friends that her parents have arranged a marriage for her with a wealthy family, and they're planning to tie the knot in two days. I just don't understand... why can't two people who truly love each other be together?"

The voice on the other end was now choked with sobs; the ache of sorrow infected everyone in the live stream.

Every listener tuning in wanted to hear how Cheng Chen would answer this shattered boy.

But Cheng Chen didn't answer his question directly—instead, he frowned and asked:

"Young brother, where are you right now?"

Why ask that? He's surely at home—such a heavy rain, how could he be outside?

Cheng Chen's singing is flawless, but when it comes to answering listeners' emotional questions, he's no match for Xiao Yue'er—he's still too inexperienced!

The listeners thought to themselves.

"Me? I'm standing on the rooftop right now, soaked in the rain, drinking wine. Heh, the night view of Jingcheng is so beautiful. I really want to love this world, love her deeply... but right now, I just want to end it all..."

Cheng Chen's worst fear had finally come true.

Ever since he first heard the boy's voice, he'd felt a dread—he suspected the boy was outside, standing somewhere high, given that unmistakable whooshing wind.

After the boy finished speaking, the entire live stream erupted.

Xiao Yue'er flinched in shock, helplessly glancing at Cheng Chen, then at the chaotic staff outside.

It's over.

The live stream just encountered someone who wants to kill himself!