Chapter 25: Chapter 25: Joy is Enough

Jiang Qin skimmed past the paid trolls’ comments.

“This song is called ’Once You.’ It’s a mix of folk and rock. I’ll probably release some folk music later on, so just keep an eye out for it.

As for this song, my voice isn’t really suitable for it, so when it’s released, I’ll find another, more suitable singer to record it.

Anyone who thinks they’re a good fit can send me a private message with a voice sample.

I’ll listen to them after the stream ends.”

[!! Oh my god, this is amazing! My third partner is a singer, I’m going to tell him to hurry up and audition.]

[My brother isn’t a singer, just a music student. Is that okay?]

Jiang Qin happened to see that comment and replied, “Yes, that’s fine. It doesn’t have to be a professional singer. As long as the voice is right, even an amateur or a student is okay.”

Hearing this, Lan Yuyan immediately thought of someone. They quickly contacted the person and told them to record a sample and send it as a private message right away.

To increase the chances, they contacted a few more people, both male and female.

Some music students were also unwilling to miss this opportunity.

They didn’t care if it was folk or rock—as long as the song was good. If they could get the performance rights, a massive breakout might not be guaranteed, but a smaller one was a certainty.

In an instant, Jiang Qin’s private messages were about to explode.

The main reason was that no one expected her to be willing to give her own song to someone else.

After all, she wasn’t a known composer. Seeing her sing at the bar, everyone had assumed she wanted to pursue a career as a singer.

And what singers lacked most was a good song.

When you get a good song, of course you use it to benefit yourself. Who would be willing to give it away?

Inspiration was a fickle thing; you never knew when it might dry up.

That was why even composers usually held some works back, saving them for a critical moment.

No one ever felt they had too many good songs.

Those who had just been jealous now seemed to see another path.

A Jiang Qin who only composed for herself was a rival.

But a Jiang Qin willing to compose for others? She was a potential partner!

This was especially true for the males in the music department. What could be an easier way to get famous than by becoming the partner of a composer?

Males who chose to go into entertainment usually didn’t have very high spiritual power. A C-level female was already quite good.

However, there were also more ambitious ones who harbored the same thought: once they got famous, they could have their pick of females.

After all, many female fans were not what you would call rational.

They didn’t care about a male’s Spiritual Power Level.

***

The seventh song, and a minority language was chosen again.

Whether Jiang Qin was angry or not, she didn’t show it on camera. The viewers in the livestream, however, were definitely angry.

[Even an idiot can see that someone is targeting her, right?]

[Heh, everyone should just get used to it. Many circles in our Federation are like this. They can’t tolerate the emergence of a genius, especially a genius from a low-level star.]

[I have a junior who got out of a Garbage Star because of his high Spiritual Power Level. He was ambushed on a mission this year and now he’s crippled.

After the criminal turned himself in, he suddenly went berserk, turned into a beast, and was killed, leaving no one to testify.]

[The entire Interstellar community is just one big chain of contempt.]

[No wonder someone framed the host for stealing songs. It turns out someone really is messing with her from behind the scenes.]

[I’m a Blue Star native, I think I know why. The little female has only been working at the Moonlight Bar for two days, but yesterday she already poached customers from several other bars.

Because she was trending on the Star Network, everyone got curious and went to see her. Other streamers also went to ride her coattails and ended up promoting her in the process.]

Minority languages were hard to learn in the first place; many people couldn’t even speak their own ancestral languages properly.

And yet, after Jiang Qin had sung in the West Continent Language and then Cantonese, they were actually demanding another, different one from her.

She was only 18, not 81. Even if she had started learning as a baby, she wouldn’t have had time to learn so many languages that were completely useless for her career.

Meanwhile, the several bar owners behind the scenes were gloating.

They knew it would be difficult to stump Jiang Qin with song genres, so they continued to push for minority languages.

Even if she knew three or four, they refused to believe she could sing a new language for every remaining song!

’Hmph. If she gets through all ten songs smoothly today, our bars probably won’t even be able to sell Inhibitors anymore.’

The few of them began to look forward to the wonderful show of Jiang Qin suffering a backlash from her own popularity.

But what they didn’t know was that Jiang Qin really did know songs in several languages.

Back at the orphanage, the children didn’t have a TV to watch, but the director did.

When no one was watching them, Jiang Qin loved to squat under the corner of the director’s window, because she could hear the sound of the television.

Things like Temptation of the Homecoming, Mute Bride, and The Legend of the White Snake—she had heard them all.

She had listened to the opening and ending themes every day, countless times, which included songs in Minnan, Thai, Korean, and Japanese.

Although the shows were dubbed in Mandarin, the songs were still in their original languages.

Perhaps Jiang Qin was truly gifted; she could sing by the age of five.

It was also because of her singing, which the other children heard, that she was bullied even more viciously. They forbade her from singing again, especially in front of adults.

Thanks to the director’s teachings, every child in her orphanage understood very well what kind of child prospective adoptive parents liked.

So they systematically suppressed every child who was most likely to be chosen.

Jiang Qin wasn’t the only victim.

Thinking about how she had learned those songs, even after so many years, Jiang Qin still found it difficult to calm her emotions.

“I don’t know if anyone still remembers the Minnan language. This next song is called ’Joy is Enough,’ and it’s a Minnan song.”

“Life is a vast sea, must you understand it all?

Sometimes clear, sometimes carefree,

Some will praise you, some will surely decry…”

The moment the difficult, twisting words came out, everyone in the livestream was stunned.

They couldn’t understand a word, but they felt it was incredibly impressive.

They were once again struck by the feeling of being illiterate.

Meanwhile, the people from major entertainment companies who were secretly watching grew even more excited. It was as if they were witnessing the magnificent sight of a hundred flowers blooming in the music world.

The songs Jiang Qin had performed in this single day already outnumbered what others had released in several years.

If this continued, she would probably take over half the entire music library!

***

「The Jiang Family.」

Jiang Ruming dug her nails into her palms. She truly couldn’t understand why Jiang Qin could still be so outstanding, even after being cast away on a Barren Star.

’Are Genes really that important?’

Thinking of this, her hatred for her own father deepened.

Her aunt, Jiang Yulian, had found such an outstanding male, yet he, her aunt’s own brother, had chosen a D-level female from a Garbage Star.

Her Beastman form was an even more disgusting Green-spotted Rat.

The thought that her inherited form wasn’t a rabbit, but a green, spotted rat, made her sick.

When she first saw it in the mirror as a child, she wanted to rip her own skin off.

In this family, everyone else’s Beastman form was beautiful. Only hers—anyone who saw her Beastman form would know she carried the Genes of a Low-level Beastman from a Garbage Star.

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