Chapter 792: Sister

In the afternoon, after typing for a while, Li Luo received a message and files from the Platinum Bigshot.

Following the other party's requirements, he filled in the basic information for "The Grand Patrol Corps of Da Gan" on the recommendation letter, then forwarded it back to him.

As for Xu Youyu's recommendation letter, Li Luo sent it directly to the staff at the Writers Association secretariat.

After confirming there were no issues, Li Luo leaned back in his chair, stretched, scrolled through his saved drafts, then turned to look at Yan Zhusheng on the bed—promptly got up, pounced onto the bed, and pulled Yan Zhusheng into his arms.

"Aren't you going to keep writing?" Yan Zhusheng, already expert at finding a comfortable spot in Li Luo's arms, rolled onto her side and draped one leg over him.

Even if Li Luo said he still needed to write, Yan Zhusheng wouldn't let him go.

"I've written enough for today—let's take a break," Li Luo murmured, stroking her smooth, rounded shoulders, then kissed her delicate face before asking, "Still watching TikTok?"

"Reading the comments."

Saying this, Yan Zhusheng pulled out her phone, placed it between them, and showed it to Li Luo.

At that moment, her TikTok was playing a short video Xu Yinghuan had just posted yesterday.

The content was simple: a small challenge where two people stare at each other and see who laughs first.

Xu Yinghuan had done this challenge before, categorized under "Couple Challenges," so after this collab video was released, many viewers started stirring up comments.

【Why do I feel these two are so sweet doing this?】

【Chongran couldn't help laughing—that affectionate smile!】

【Zhusheng seems so cold, not a single expression on her face, like a doll】

【Is this a couple challenge? Are they dating?】

【They've been dating for a while already—their relationship is so close】

【What exactly is your relationship right now?! @Yan Zhusheng @Chongran】

Li Luo glanced and realized Yan Zhusheng had liked every comment speculating about their relationship—he immediately checked her account.

Fortunately, Yan Zhusheng hadn't been that disobedient—she was using her personal, everyday TikTok account.

After signing with TikTok, the verified account with real-name and identity authentication was a new one, operated under the company's umbrella, and Yan Zhusheng never logged into it voluntarily.

This was the same as Li Luo's practice.

Or rather, most celebrities and even some minor internet influencers did the same.

After all, when you browse videos privately online, who knows when you might suddenly get a brain fart and post a thoughtless comment?

If you used your main account, it could easily spark all kinds of public backlash.

So personal verified accounts are usually placed under company supervision and operation, with strict controls on what can be posted.

"How many followers do you have now?" Li Luo asked curiously.

"I haven't checked," Yan Zhusheng replied, uninterested in this. In truth, if not for Li Luo and Yuan Wanqing needing this collab effect, she wouldn't bother with it at all.

Let alone posting videos herself.

But if it could help Li Luo earn money, she was perfectly willing.

"Let me check," Li Luo said, pulling out his phone, searching, finding Yan Zhusheng's official account, and clicking follow—"Already over five hundred thousand? That's growing fast."

At this point, Yan Zhusheng's account had posted only two videos.

One was a robotic-style personal onboarding video—her face expressionless, tone flat, as if reading a script through her introduction and greeting.

In fact, that's exactly what it was.

Yet this effect received unanimous praise from fans.

Especially in the second short video, where Yan Zhusheng covered "Wrong Time and Space"—her demeanor while singing stood in sharp contrast to her introduction, making fans like her even more.

【When Zhusheng sings, she feels like a completely different person】

【I died laughing—was her introduction forced? No emotion at all】

【All the feeling is in the song hahaha】

Li Luo scrolled through her comment section—felt the response was quite good.

Yan Zhusheng hadn't officially debuted, or even appeared publicly many times.

Her only stage appearances were two years ago on "Singer," and a few of Yuan Wanqing's concerts a year ago.

Beyond that, audiences knew almost nothing about her; even her fans were mostly mother-daughter fans from Yuan Wanqing's side, and CP fans paired with Chongran.

These days, there are too many beautiful women—fans drawn purely by looks rarely stick to just one.

Yan Zhusheng reaching over half a million followers within hours of joining was partly due to prior buildup, but also undeniably tied to TikTok's heavy promotion.

"I wonder how many followers I've got," Li Luo mused, curious whether he had more or fewer than Yan Zhusheng.

But either outcome was normal.

After all, he mostly worked behind the scenes—whether writing Online Novels or songs, audiences never saw him.

Compared to Yan Zhusheng's beauty effect, having fewer followers was perfectly normal.

But Yan Zhusheng now said: "Already over eight hundred thousand."

"Huh? How do you know?"

"I've been watching," Yan Zhusheng said, opening her follow interface—where only Chongran's account appeared.

Li Luo: "... How come you don't even follow your mom?"

"I'll see her anyway— I only care about you," Yan Zhusheng said, looking innocent.

"You should follow her," Li Luo coughed. "TikTok has a special follow feature—it won't interfere with following others. Just add me as special."

"Oh," Yan Zhusheng nodded obediently; since Li Luo said so, she reluctantly followed Yuan Wanqing.

At that moment, Li Luo saw Yuan Wanqing's account had already reached 3.7 million followers!

"No wonder she's Aunt Yuan," Li Luo couldn't help exclaiming. "It's still not evening—could she break ten million today?"

TikTok's move was just too ruthless.

Once this battle establishes a name, a ten-million-follower account holds immense value—even for celebrities, it's a powerful lure.

As long as Yuan Wanqing's account is successfully built up, and a few more successful commercial deals prove its commercial value, attracting other celebrities won't be as difficult as it is now.

If for Yuan Wanqing and Douyin, both sides are mutually exploiting each other for shared gain,

then for Yan Zhusheng and Li Luo, this wave is purely riding the tide of the times.

Within just a few hours of joining, the account surpassed hundreds of thousands of followers; today it's expected to break one million.

Following Yuan Wanqing's growth trend, if we do a few more collaborations later to draw in some followers, it'll surely become an account with several million followers.

"Mom said she'll go live tomorrow night at seven," Yan Zhusheng told Li Luo. "Will you come watch?"

"Will you go?"

"Mom asked me to go," Yan Zhusheng said. "What about you? If you go, we can talk about the new song."

"I can go, but let's make it seem like an accident—don't reveal anything before the stream starts. Let it be a little surprise," Li Luo said. "How long will it last?"

"Just one hour."

"Alright, then let's both go tomorrow," Li Luo mused, stroking his chin. "But we need to appear separately."

"Why?"

"If we show up together, the whole screen will be filled with people asking if you two are dating—how am I supposed to respond?"

"Oh." Yan Zhusheng nodded obediently. "But what if they ask when only one of us appears?"

"There'll be other comments—just ignore the ones asking that."

"Actually, you could answer," Yan Zhusheng said. "I could just say we're good friends."

"You're sure?"

"What difference does it make?" Yan Zhusheng tilted her head. "I'm not my sister—I don't care about stuff like this."

"... Then that's fine too."

After making the arrangement, Yan Zhusheng happily sent a message to Yuan Wanqing.

Li Luo lay on the bed, hugging Yan Zhusheng as he scrolled through short videos.

By evening, when they had dinner, he checked Yuan Wanqing's account again—it had already reached five million followers.

The speed was truly astonishing.

No one knows how much traffic Douyin has poured into this, but Yuan Wanqing is definitely overfed this time.

For a long time to come, no other celebrity will likely receive such massive traffic allocation from Douyin again.

Alongside the explosive growth in followers, the cover challenge for "Wrong Space-Time" quickly surpassed ten million views.

Countless Douyin users, after hearing the song, recorded and posted their own covers.

Thus, word spread—ten became a hundred, a hundred became a thousand—and within just a few hours, this new song successfully broke out of its niche, reaching over a billion plays.

Li Luo stared at the growth rate, stunned.

Although he had anticipated this scene beforehand, he never expected such a massive response.

"My followers are so few," Yan Zhusheng said, seeing Yuan Wanqing's rapidly growing follower count and comparing it to her own stagnant numbers below a million.

"To gain followers, post more videos."

"What kind of videos gain followers fastest?"

"Edge-cutting videos?"

"So I film my thighs?"

"No," Li Luo hugged her long legs, gently stroking them. "These are mine—I won't let anyone else see them."

"Then what should I do?"

"Come with me," Li Luo smiled, picking her up and walking with her toward the piano room.

He took her phone and said, "Sit on the bench, play and sing 'The Sky Has No Limits'—just the chorus."

"Like this?" Yan Zhusheng obediently sat down, placed her hands on the keys, played a few random notes to warm up, then began playing the rhythm of "The Sky Has No Limits."

Smoothly entering the chorus, she sang loudly, and Li Luo recorded every note perfectly.

"OK, perfect," Li Luo chuckled, handing her phone back. "Log into your official account and upload this clip."

"What should the title be?" Yan Zhusheng asked, turning her head.

"Let me think," Li Luo stroked his chin, then grinned mischievously. "Title it: 'Who sings better—me or my mom?' Don't forget to add Yuan Wanqing's tag."

"Li Luo, you're so sneaky," Yan Zhusheng said, typing the title as instructed. "Are you piggybacking on my mom's traffic?"

"A ton of people are trying to piggyback on Aunt Yuan's traffic right now—what are we? Family. We should piggyback as much as we can. Don't let the water flow to someone else's field."

"That makes sense," Yan Zhusheng nodded in agreement and immediately hit publish.

As expected, within moments, a flood of comments appeared under the video.

【Compared to your mom? Your mom's who… uh… hmm… ahahaha—I didn't say anything!】

【I died laughing—I was just wondering who the blogger's mom was. You didn't say, so I didn't know—until I checked the blogger's name.】

【Alright, alright, you're playing it this way, huh?】

【Your daughter challenges you! @Yuan Wanqing】

【Just cover all the songs from your mom's album, and have her sing them too—whichever gets more likes wins (laughing emoji. jpg)】

【That's unfair—suggest dividing by follower count before comparing.】

Undeniably, Li Luo's move was highly effective.

Yuan Wanqing is currently Douyin's biggest traffic magnet—just attaching to her, you'll get some share.

Not to mention Yan Zhusheng's natural advantage as Yuan Wanqing's daughter, plus her exceptional singing talent and overwhelming beauty—gaining attention was inevitable.

Just half an hour after posting, the video's views surged past one million, and Yan Zhusheng's follower count broke through the one-million barrier, catching up to Chongran's growth.

"Why are you growing so fast?" Yan Zhusheng glanced at Li Luo again—he'd broken a million followers over ten minutes before her—and asked curiously.

"I don't know," Li Luo shook his head.

But Li Luo had still underestimated his current fame.

Especially in the Online Novel scene, he might seem low-key on the surface, but the number of readers consuming his pirated works was enormous.

These people might be stingy and unwilling to pay for the official version, but seeing the author on Douyin, they had no problem clicking a free follow.

Even though the average subscriptions for I Am Really Not a Star and Great Patrol Night Corps both fell below one hundred thousand, when you add in the pirated readers, the total easily surpassed one million.

Not to mention Li Luo also carried the added prestige of being a renowned lyricist-composer and the original author of Little Joy, and had gone viral multiple times due to various incidents—his reach was truly unmatched by ordinary Online Novel authors.

"Do you think if we made couple videos like Huanhuan and the others, we could match Mom?" Yan Zhusheng asked suddenly.

But before Li Luo could respond, Yan Zhusheng shook his head and dismissed the idea: "Nah, better not—otherwise Sister will get angry again."

"Why would I get angry?"

Just as Yan Zhusheng spoke, Ying Chanxi returned home after finishing her work, opened the door, and heard Yan Zhusheng's words—she immediately asked with a skeptical look.