"Dawei Tianlong's voice is so nice! He's definitely a handsome guy!"
"How could someone who can write such a sad breakup song be handsome? He's definitely an ugly loser like me."
"This song, 'Quiet,' is so good. It reminds me of my first love. I'm tearing up."
Who exactly is Dawei Tianlong? I really want to see what he looks like!"
"Unless he wins the whole competition, I'm afraid there's no chance. Only the final champion gets to show their face."
"I really want to hire a paparazzo to secretly take a picture of him!"
Lin Mu saw the netizens' lively discussion and couldn't help finding it amusing.
He hadn't expected that the first time he trended in his life would be in a way that kept his face hidden.
But that suited his expectations just fine.
Dawei Tianlong had already begun to establish himself as a genius songwriter.
Once the first two episodes aired, he should be able to get even more famous.
So, just as planned, he'd make it into the national top forty in the next round, then pick an obscure, awful song when they narrowed it from forty to twenty, and get eliminated.
By then, his reputation as a "top-tier songwriter" would be polished bright enough for him to sell the songs in his head at a high price.
Two songs would be enough to open a branch for his big sister in Hushang.
One song would be enough to buy his parents a new house back home and let them retire in peace.
A few more would let his little sister focus on her studies and pursue her dream of working in aerospace.
And he could safely stay behind the scenes, free from harassment by all those troublesome women.
That future sounded pretty good!
"Holy