AWB Chapter 387 Angelica Virus!
Chapter 387 Angelica Virus!
[The goddess's sweet song "Love You" hit me like a ton of bricks, "Baby" healed me, and now she's giving me a "traditional Chinese style" killer? The rhythm, the pronunciation, I feel like my soul is having a rave in Manhattan!]
[Don't just look at the face! Listen carefully to the lyrics, "Youthful elegance, fine clothes, and spirited horses, all fleeting in an instant..." This cool, world-weary attitude, combined with this electronic music, gave me goosebumps all over. It's absolutely amazing!]
[Not only is it catchy, but the lyrics are also easy to remember! I've already memorized the lyrics; they're absolutely gorgeous! Who wrote the song and lyrics for the goddess Bai Zhi? They must be at least a big name in the music industry!]
And this song is "Red Wish".
It not only caused a storm on the internet.
It was more like a powerful electric current called "Jiang Baizhi" that traveled along the network cable and precisely pierced through the rational defenses of every corner of the real world!
.......
In a high-end residential community in Pudong, Shanghai.
Xiao Li, a freshman, had already monopolized the 85-inch giant screen TV at home three hours earlier, projecting the live stream from his mobile phone.
"Hey kid, aren't you playing games tonight? What are you staring at that thing for?"
Mr. Li walked over in his pajamas, holding a glass of blood pressure medication.
He is an extremely old-fashioned person who usually dislikes today's popular celebrities.
"Are they those young, pretty boys dancing around like that again? Or those surgically enhanced faces with filters so thick even their own mothers wouldn't recognize them?"
Li's mother also chimed in:
"Exactly, Lele, look at how you're behaving like a fangirl now! Where's the composure of a top university student?"
Xiao Li didn't say anything, he just stared intently at the rotating screen.
Just then, a red figure flashed on the screen, and the captivating sound of the guzheng, "Red Wish," emanated from the speakers.
The moment Jiang Baizhi turned her head and looked back under the warm yellow light, holding a folding fan in her mouth.
The blood pressure medication in Mr. Li's hand fell to the ground with a thud, but he didn't even glance at it; his eyes almost popped into the monitor.
"This...this girl..."
Mr. Li murmured, his eyes instantly shifting from disdain to a blank stare caused by an "overload of aesthetic sense."
On the television, Jiang Bai suddenly turned around, his fingertips gripping the folding fan. In the white mist, he gave the camera a stunning smile.
"A lifetime~"
"Revisiting a piece of the past~"
"Exile all hopes~"
"Has it been absurd enough?"
"I just remembered what you looked like~"
Mr. Li froze on the spot, feeling as if his heart had been hit by a huge wave!
Then.
At that moment, a burning fire was reflected in his old eyes.
"Old Li...why aren't you saying anything?"
Ms. Li noticed something was wrong with her husband and was about to make a joke when she turned around and was stunned by what she saw.
The half-peeled Fuji apple in her hand rolled down her thigh due to her loose grip and eventually disappeared under the sofa.
Li's mother stared wide-eyed at the blood-red dress and the pair of lively, shimmering white fox ears.
"Old Li... take a look at this girl."
Li's mother said with admiration.
"This look, this aura—this isn't just a minor celebrity; this is clearly a celestial being descended from the paintings of our Chinese ancestors!"
"What, the Jade Rabbit? No, no, Chang'e, I think!"
Five minutes later, the three members of the Li family were neatly huddled together in front of the small projection TV.
What was supposed to be an "educational event" has turned into a "massive celebrity-chasing event."
Mr. Li even started researching how to print this screenshot onto his family's calendar.
.......
Meanwhile, at another prestigious university not far from the Shanghai Theatre Academy, Shanghai Jiao Tong University, a dance competition was being held.
on the stage.
The most popular street dance club at Jiaotong University is performing energetic hip-hop.
The lead dancer was giving it his all, performing a crazy Thomas Flair.
Upon seeing such a dazzling dance, the audience erupted in applause.
But at this moment, the three boys in the front row had their heads down and were staring intently at the phone screen of the person in the middle.
dong dong dong-
The melody of "Red Wish" was playing from the phone.
"Covered in frost~"
"Who picked up the pen and only wrote two lines~"
"May you find peace and health in a new place~"
"And so this vicissitude has faded away."
You're still in my heart~
Because the volume wasn't controlled properly, that ethereal female voice broke through the throng of people amidst the highly rhythmic street dance background music.
"Dude, what are you looking at so intently?"
A boy in the back row leaned over in confusion.
"Shh! Be quiet! Jiang Baizhi... in red, holding a folding fan, look!"
The boy stared intently, instantly captivated.
In less than three minutes, this phenomenon, known as the "Angelica virus," began to spread rapidly.
One by one, the audience members who had been staring at the stage lowered their heads.
First the front row, then the middle, and finally even the senior student in charge of security, who was sitting in the last row, ran over with a stick.
Dozens of heads were crammed together, staring at the screen that was less than seven inches in size.
Five minutes later.
On the stage.
A member of the street dance club landed with a somersault, ready to be greeted with cheers, but when he looked up, he saw...
The entire place was deathly silent, with only hundreds of glowing backs of heads facing him.
The audience should have been cheering.
However, the front row of family and student areas, which should have been the most enthusiastic, presented an extremely strange scene at this moment.
Several hundred people were all bowing their heads in perfect unison.
The faint white light emanating from the cell phone screens resembled a swarm of fireflies in the dimly lit auditorium.
They didn't notice that the street dance performance had ended, and were instead constantly praising it:
"Holy crap!! Red!! Goddess Bai Zhi in red, I'm stunned!!"
"Help! That fan-holding gesture... I feel like my soul has been physically exorcised!"
Because there were so many people watching the same live stream, the campus network signal in the auditorium was momentarily blocked.
"Dude, can I borrow your hotspot? I'm stuck in that fog, I'm dying to get through this!!"
"Get lost! I'm stuck too! Look, she's doing a backbend! That back... I can't take it anymore, I need to run three kilometers to calm down!"
I overheard the discussion from the audience.
The guy from the street dance club froze on the spot, his mind racing with a million thoughts:
"Wait... guys, I haven't finished dancing yet!"
Are you all making a pilgrimage to your phone screens?!
"And what are you talking about? Jiang Baizhi?"
"Is Goddess Bai Zhi performing? I want to see it too!"
.......
In a high-end activity room for retired cadres in Shanghai.
Several old men, who usually argue fiercely over chess, were now unusually gathered around a large-screen color TV.
"May you find peace and health in a new place~"
"And so this vicissitude has faded away."
You're still in my heart~
The television was replaying a close-up of Jiang Baizhi dancing gracefully on stage.
"Old Wang, look at this gesture, it's called 'orchid finger'. The strength in those fingertips takes at least ten years of practice to achieve."
Grandpa Zhang pushed up his reading glasses and pointed with a fervent expression.
"Hmph, if you ask me, the most amazing thing is that look in his eyes."
Grandpa Wang stroked his chin, his old face beaming like a chrysanthemum.
"That desolate yet indomitable spirit is just like our commune's propaganda officer back in the day... no, even more upright than her!"
Several elderly people were discussing the lyrics and music of "Red Wish" while breathing oxygen.
"These lyrics are beautifully written, 'May you find peace and health in another corner of the world,' which is exactly the view of love from our generation."
"Old Li, didn't you just say that these kinds of pop songs are trash?"
"You're talking nonsense! I just didn't see it clearly! This is art! This is a return to culture!"
One of the wealthy CEOs, while listening to Jiang Baizhi's words, "Thank you all for your kindness," dialed the finance department's number with trembling hands.
"Hey, um... our company hasn't used up its charity budget for this year, has it?"
"Donate all your money to the Shanghai Theatre Academy's fundraising channel!"
"Yes, we'll sign it 'Shanghai Senior Citizens Fan Club,' making sure Bai Zhi feels the support of us old folks!"
That night, for the first time ever, the group of old men didn't go to bed early.
They rediscovered a long-lost excitement in Jiang Bai's dance!