Chapter 98: The Yin Is You (Begging for Votes~~)

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The moment Lin Feng and his companions stepped onto the stage, a collective gasp of awe swept through the audience.

It was no mystery—their looks were simply too striking.

Lin Feng was the kind of man whose handsomeness shone from every angle, while Qin Han had the air of a comic book protagonist. Lin Wen was pure and adorable, yet her slender waist and long, graceful legs added a touch of subtle allure, stirring the hearts of the men in the crowd.

The three of them standing together created a scene almost painfully beautiful.

Zhou Ziqian had once been an idol himself, and both Sun Hao and Chen Xi were quite good-looking, too. But next to Lin Feng and his companions, they could only suffer in comparison.

“I think I’d better stand a little farther back. Standing with these three, I’d only drag down the average,” Wu Chuan joked at his own expense.

A wave of good-natured laughter rippled through the hall.

“All right, let’s not digress. I’m sure everyone here, and everyone watching at home, is eagerly awaiting the PK between Teacher Zhou Ziqian and our MVP Lin Feng. However, the director just told me that before the official showdown, it seems some of you have something to say. So, who would like to begin?” Wu Chuan looked at both sides.

“I’ll go first,” Zhou Ziqian took the mic. “Just before he came onstage, Lin Junjie told him he’d arrived backstage and was ready to come up at any time.”

“Very well, let’s hear from Teacher Zhou.”

Zhou Ziqian raised the microphone and gave the audience a polite nod, then spoke solemnly, “I believe everyone has already seen the news before this showdown. Lin Feng, while appearing on another music show, was accused of plagiarism. I was the one who reported him under my real name. Later, Lin Feng claimed that the so-called Lin Junjie was merely his pen name. After that, I offered a million-dollar reward. I’m sure you’re all aware of these events.”

“Now, what I want to say is this: the original musician, Lin Junjie, for whom I posted the million-dollar reward, is already backstage. I’d like to invite him onto the stage to confront Lin Feng!”

“No way, he’s actually here?”

“There really is a Lin Junjie?”

“Lin Feng’s in trouble now—he’s about to be exposed on the spot!”

Zhou Ziqian’s announcement stunned both the live audience and viewers watching from home.

Everyone had expected a clash of titans, but no one imagined it would start off with such explosive drama!

“Teacher Zhou, you really managed to find this Lin Junjie?” Host Wu Chuan asked in astonishment.

Zhou Ziqian nodded with pride. “Of course. He’s backstage right now, and my million-dollar reward is ready as well. Staff, please bring the prize money onstage, thank you.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a staff member appeared, hauling a large leather suitcase onto the stage.

“Teacher Zhou, I’m a bit confused—are you saying that suitcase is full of cash?” Wu Chuan feigned surprise, though he’d been briefed on this before coming on.

Zhou Ziqian nodded, then gave Sun Hao a meaningful glance. Sun Hao unlocked the suitcase, and instantly, the crowd was dazzled by the sight of a case packed full of banknotes. The audience let out a collective gasp—most had never seen so much cash in one place.

“Teacher Zhou, you really keep your word! I never imagined you’d actually bring the money here in person,” Wu Chuan praised.

Zhou Ziqian smiled. “I’ve always believed that integrity should come first, which is why I despise plagiarism so much!”

“Indeed, integrity is essential,” Wu Chuan agreed. “So, is it time for Lin Junjie to come onstage?”

“Yes,” Zhou Ziqian replied with a smile, glancing at Lin Feng, thinking to himself, Just wait to be humiliated!

“All right, let’s welcome the musician Lin Junjie to the stage!” Wu Chuan announced loudly.

Pulsing music filled the air. Everyone expected someone to stride out to the beat, but the music played on and on, and Lin Junjie never appeared.

Zhou Ziqian’s team and the host exchanged bewildered looks.

This was a live broadcast—a six-second lull could be considered a serious mishap.

“Let’s welcome Lin Junjie to the stage!” Wu Chuan called again.

Still, no one appeared.

Now, Zhou Ziqian, his teammates, and Wu Chuan were all dumbfounded. Without the guest, how could they proceed? This was live!

Just as they floundered, Lin Feng spoke up.

“Host, Teacher Zhou, actually, Lin Junjie is already onstage.”

“What?” Wu Chuan looked at Lin Feng in confusion.

“I said Lin Junjie is already here onstage,” Lin Feng replied with a shrug.

Wu Chuan looked at Lin Feng as if he’d just made a joke, but said nothing.

Zhou Ziqian glared at Lin Feng. “Are you kidding? There are only two teams up here—where’s this other person?”

Lin Feng spread his hands. “Exactly, there are only two teams. So, Lin Junjie is among us!”

“What?! Among us?!” Zhou Ziqian frowned and instinctively looked at Qin Han. If Lin Feng was telling the truth, Lin Junjie couldn’t be in his own team, nor could it be the host. Aside from Lin Feng, that left only the unfamiliar Qin Han.

“Don’t look at him, he’s not the one,” Lin Feng smiled, then pointed at himself. “It’s me! I am the Lin Junjie of your million-dollar bounty. In fact, I already explained this on Weibo, but you refused to believe it and insisted on offering a million-dollar reward. Honestly, that was a dream come true for me, so I contacted you. Yes, don’t doubt it—the ‘Vast Sky’ who messaged you is me…”

“What!?” Zhou Ziqian’s face changed dramatically. At first, when Lin Feng claimed to be Lin Junjie, he didn’t believe it, but when Lin Feng mentioned ‘Vast Sky,’ panic flickered across his face.

“What, you still don’t believe me?” Lin Feng shrugged and, as if by magic, produced a contract. “Look familiar? Yes, it’s the contract I sent you. Just like I said on Weibo, Lin Junjie is my pen name, and I’ve already granted all rights to ‘Smiling Eyes’ to Qin Ruolin. This is the authorization contract. If you don’t believe me, see for yourself!”

When Lin Feng produced the contract, Zhou Ziqian, Sun Hao, and Chen Xi all turned pale—this was the conclusive evidence that had led them to determine ‘Vast Sky’ was Lin Junjie.

Could it be that Lin Junjie really was Lin Feng’s pen name?

Impossible!!!

Zhou Ziqian again rejected the idea in his heart and said coldly, “A contract doesn’t prove anything. Contracts can be forged. Unless you can provide even more convincing evidence!”

“More convincing evidence? How about the copyright website’s user registration info?” Lin Feng sneered, snapping his fingers. “Everyone, please look at the big screen. Here’s a screenshot of my account registration—just some basic details, but it proves the account is mine. Now, pay close attention to the next image: it’s a record of my uploaded works. The other songs are blurred out since they haven’t been released, but you can clearly see ‘Smiling Eyes’ here, and in the notes, it says: Original author used pen name ‘Lin Junjie’!”

“That’s right—Lin Junjie! That’s the pen name I used when I published ‘Smiling Eyes’!”

Lin Feng chuckled and looked at Zhou Ziqian. “Teacher Zhou, now that your Lin Junjie has appeared, what about that million-dollar reward…?”

“You—you set me up?!” Zhou Ziqian finally realized he had walked right into Lin Feng’s trap and flew into a rage.

“How could I set up Teacher Zhou? You did all of this yourself—I simply played along,” Lin Feng shrugged, then casually picked up the suitcase at his feet and smiled. “Thank you for the million, Teacher Zhou. Hmm, it’s pretty heavy, so I guess the amount is correct…”

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