Chapter 46: Crawl Into My Quilt!

To be fair, hip-hop elements aren’t unique to Zhou Yi in China.

Whether on the mainland, the island, or even Hong Kong, music lovers who delve into music have all experimented with this style.

But so far, no one has pushed hip-hop elements into the mainstream music market as successfully as Zhou Yi.

Just like Tao Zhe.

The first singers on the island to experiment with R&B were Yu Chengqing and others, but it was Tao Zhe who truly brought this genre into the mainstream and achieved great success.

Because of this, even though some people still lingering on the fringes of the music industry think the media’s label for Zhou Yi is excessive, they dare not speak up—due to the overwhelming mainstream tide—

Or they’re simply dismissed as attention-seekers trying to gain notoriety by being contrarian.

As for Tao Zhe and others who had already tried hip-hop elements, they clearly knew Zhou Yi was the one who truly opened the market for hip-hop, so they wouldn’t dare publicly claim Zhou Yi was undeserving.

Don’t worry about external public opinion or respond to it—the company will handle it. You just need to complete the last two signing events.

After the victory party ended, Zhou Yi resumed work after only two days of rest.

Agent Qian Jiang, holding his schedule, followed Zhou Yi into the car and said: “Your album’s future sales will need time to gradually grow—it won’t see explosive spikes anytime soon.

“Also, the Beijing signing event on the mainland has been tentatively scheduled. Here’s the itinerary—check if anything needs changing.”

“I’m a human, not a donkey—how can this workload be so heavy?”

Seeing the packed schedule ahead, Zhou Yi, used to comfort, couldn’t help complaining: “Even a donkey pulling a mill needs rest time.”

Qian Jiang’s finger tapping on the seat paused, and his round face couldn’t help but break into a smile.

Only now did Qian Jiang see the proper demeanor of a newcomer in the entertainment industry on Zhou Yi.

“You’ve seen the glamorous stars on TV and think they’re so cool? Let me tell you, Yi, there’s no easy money in this world—not even in entertainment.”

Qian Jiang, who had lived through Hong Kong’s entertainment golden age, squinted and grinned like Maitreya Buddha: “Entertainment is ruthless—even back then, Tan Yonglin and Zhang Guorong, or even the Four Heavenly Kings, all started with back-to-back promotional appearances.

“Even Li Zongsheng, a songwriter like you, had to run around nonstop when he first debuted.

“You can’t just lie down and get rich—that’s impossible.”

“...”

Damn! I reincarnated in the wrong era!

If only I’d come a little later!

Helpless, Zhou Yi slapped his forehead and grumbled at heaven for greedily wanting too much.

“Alright, drop that expression—don’t let the paparazzi outside the signing venue catch you looking sour, or they’ll say you’re treating fans badly.”

After a short rest, as they neared the destination and Qian Jiang could already spot the fan banners in the distance, he kicked Zhou Yi: “It’s just Saturday and Sunday left—hold on a little longer.”

“Relax, I treat my fans well.”

Zhou Yi stretched his limbs, smoothed out his clothes, and as the car door opened, a wave of sound crashed into his chest—

“Zhou Yi! Zhou Yi!!!”

“Ahh!! Zhou Yi, I love you!!!”

“Zhou Yi, Zhou Yi!!!”

No organized chants, no uniform fan group coordination.

These raw fans—estimated ages 15 to 26—screamed so loudly the moment they saw Zhou Yi appear that the streetlamp signs beside the mall nearly toppled.

Zhou Yi, simply dressed in a white T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers, perfectly embodied the principle of ultimate simplicity.

Having grown accustomed to these cheers, Zhou Yi immediately wore a genuine smile, sprinted forward, and slapped hands with every fan reaching out until he reached the stage.

These were real fans who spent money and traveled far just to see him.

His simple greeting, “Hello, fans in Kaohsiung,” triggered a tidal wave of response.

“So today, I’m happy to meet you all. As usual, the song request segment—what song from my album do you want to hear?!”

To interact, Zhou Yi often skipped the script and launched into his wild, unrestrained solo show. His excellent stage control never failed him, and over time, Warner stopped bothering to intervene.

After all, just prepare the backing track—a mature artist knows how to manage his own stage.

“Happy Worship!”

“Can’t Help Falling in Love!”

“Flower Field Mistake!”

“Give Me a Song’s Time!”

“Hate Dream of the Red Chamber!!!”

“Hate Dream of the Red Chamber!!”

Someone with a loud voice shouted “Hate Dream of the Red Chamber,” and soon, the crowd spontaneously chanted in unison: “‘Hate Dream of the Red Chamber’! We want to crawl into your quilt!!!”

The female fans’ flushed, shrieking screams made Zhou Yi’s face break into an exasperated grin—he tried to hold back laughter but failed, and his chuckle rang clearly through the mic, triggering another round of screams.

Wherever you go, “Hate Dream of the Red Chamber” is the top topic generator, let alone Zhou Yi, who actually wrote it into a song.

This song peaked briefly in the charts, barely scraping into the top ten as a gatekeeper.

After the battle with Liu Ruo ended, this little yellow song, less known among the general public than “Happy Worship,” “Can’t Help Falling in Love,” “Give Me a Song’s Time,” or “Flower Field Mistake,” naturally dropped out of high rankings.

Yet among Zhou Yi’s fans, it gained massive popularity and became nearly mandatory at every signing event.

Who could refuse a pillow party with their idol?

As the backing track played, Zhou Yi, swaying dramatically, once again fulfilled his fans’ wish—

“You say you’ve seen through love, treat it as life’s lesson

“Rather enjoy the loneliness of being alone~

“Let’s just lounge on the sofa, we decide to set love on fire

“Overturn love’s boring rules~~”

As the music built to its peak and emotions erupted, the long-awaited bridge arrived—

“Don’t keep wondering if we’re compatible

“I won’t make you hurt, I’ll make you scream

“If you’re tired tomorrow morning, that’s fine

“Cmon, waste it! Who else can you blame for these tears!

“Don’t end like Bao Yu and Dai Yu’s tragic fate!

“No regrets, no fear of breaking rules—this friendly match is fine!”

As Zhou Yi’s rap intensified, the crowd of singing fans exploded like a lit fuse—

At the final lyric, the female fans’ shrieks nearly drowned out Zhou Yi’s voice, the lewd words soaring into the sky!

“As long as you’re willing, crawl into my quilt eiei~~”

A unified female chorus echoed across the heavens. Zhou Yi, singing and swaying on stage, breathed heavily, pointed down to the crowd with both hands, beaming a smile that could melt a thousand hearts, his body still trembling to the beat—

“Zhou Yi, I want to crawl into your quilt!!!”

After the songs ended, during the official signing, a bold Taiwanese girl, around twenty, good-looking, seized the moment Zhou Yi politely said “Thank you” and hugged him tightly.