In the eyes of fans, they and their idol are one.
If the idol gets into trouble, the fans should fight for them, clear their name, and never just say, “xx, feel free to fly, if anything happens, it’s your responsibility.”
But for players, everyone is an adult with their own judgment.
If you make a mistake, it’s best to stand tall and take the hit—let them scold you first.
Because this support slogan was so unique, and so silly, #Feiran FeelFreeToFly Take Responsibility ForYourOwnMistakes# shot up to trending topics as a hashtag, instantly overtaking Wen Qingyun’s.
Compared to those poetic and elegant support slogans, this kind of down-to-earth silliness is more likely to catch the interest of bystanders.
Trending topic comment section.
[Take responsibility for your own mistakes? Which idol’s fans don’t defend their idol when something happens?]
[The Xie fans shout this kind of slogan—honestly, I feel sorry for your brother.]
[Pure passerby, but I think Xie Feiran is pretty pitiful.]
[Don’t pretend to be a passerby upstairs. Unlike your brother, who’s almost thirty and still being treated like a newly weaned baby by you all, it’s disgusting.]
[We’re all adults. Isn’t it clear what should and shouldn’t be done? If Xie Feiran did something wrong, fans should scold him, not defend him.]
[If Feiran does wrong, fans scold first. But if anyone takes sneaky jabs at Feiran, we’ll scold you to death first. pvbb is what I’m best at!]
[Quietly saying, Feiran is only seventeen.]
Xie Feiran, who was practicing, was also informed of this by Cheng Yuan.
Looking at the fans’ comments, Xie Feiran couldn’t help but smile.
Ye Ansheng glanced at these Weibo comments and then said, “Your fans seem pretty extraordinary.”
Xie Feiran nodded.
Of course he knew.
He’d spent thousands of days and nights with them, so he knew exactly what kind of people they were.
Finally, Xie Feiran wrote on Weibo:
Thank you for your support and expectations of me.
I will always uphold humility, honor, sacrifice, bravery, justice, mercy, honesty, and spirituality.
This was what Xie Feiran, as the Head of the Knights Order of the Light Church, had always insisted upon, and it was also the most beautiful gift he could offer to the Light God he believed in.
[The eight virtues of a knight. As expected of you, chuuni Feiran.]
[You have to live up to them!]
[If you fail, we’ll scold you first.]
Next, Xie Feiran’s Weibo was reposted by Xie Ling, Yu Xiutao, and Ning Chuyu.
Xie Ling: I believe in him.
Yu Xiutao: Just listening to his songs, you can tell what a wonderful person he is.
Ning Chuyu: I trust my own judgment. He’s a pure child.
Xie Feiran’s Weibo was reposted by three big names, and for a moment, the status was maxed out, his fame unmatched.
Today was another day when Shenghua Entertainment was pushed off the trending topics.
Late at night, in the music room of the Polar Bear Building, Luo Wen handed the rearranged Song of the Raven to Xie Feiran.
“I sped up the rhythm at the beginning, added opera-style singing to the climax, and used the erhu for accompaniment.”
Luo Wen stood beside Xie Feiran, speaking nervously.
The boy next to him was as beautiful as the white moon.
Being watched as he presented his own arrangement, Luo Wen’s heart was filled with tension.
Xie Feiran looked up.
He put down the paper in his hand and looked at Luo Wen.
“You did a great job with the arrangement.”
“Really?”
Luo Wen was stunned for a moment, then smiled with Xie Feiran.
“You’re amazing.”
After speaking, Xie Feiran passed the paper to Ye Ansheng and the others.
Ye Ansheng looked at the rearranged Song of the Raven and exclaimed in admiration.
“What a clever arrangement.”
Wei Yunnian and Chen Linxi also nodded.
Almost all the instruments used in the song’s accompaniment were ones they knew how to play.
The flute introduced the melody, the drums followed, the pipa came in, the climax shifted to erhu, and the ending was finished with the mournful sound of the erhu.
After reading it, Wei Yunnian couldn’t help but look at Luo Wen.
“You can play the pipa?”
Luo Wen nodded.
“I learned a bit from my mom.”
“Since we’ve seen it, let’s practice now.”
Xie Feiran picked up the erhu he’d borrowed from the Polar Bear staff.
Ye Ansheng looked at Xie Feiran holding the erhu and couldn’t help but exclaim.
“Feiran, you learned to play the erhu?”
The erhu is notoriously difficult to master.
It’s hard to control, and the player must adjust the pitch themselves.
If you don’t understand music theory, it’s almost impossible to tune.
On top of that, beginners playing the erhu usually sound like a donkey braying.
Ye Ansheng thought that, no matter how much of a genius Xie Feiran was, it would take at least a few days to learn the erhu.
But he hadn’t expected Xie Feiran to pick it up on the very first day.
And! He hadn’t even seen Xie Feiran practice before.
“I just watched it once and got it.”
Xie Feiran said calmly.
As a game character, he could always learn many things with ease.
Ye Ansheng’s soul left his body in disbelief.
He muttered to himself.
“People really are different.
The gap in this world is just too great.”
[No way. How could anyone learn an instrument that fast?]
Someone questioned in the chat.
[Is it real? We’ll know when we see them practice.]
Soon, Xie Feiran and the other four began rehearsing.
Ye Ansheng played the flute.
The rhythm was a bit fast at first, but quickly corrected.
Wei Yunnian and Chen Linxi started drumming in front of them, the beat following the flute.
Mistakes showed where the timing was off.
Then, Luo Wen played the pipa.
The bold, high-pitched notes entered at just the right time.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Their teamwork and proficiency still weren’t enough.
As the pipa’s sound faded, Xie Feiran began to play.
Those long, slender fingers lifted the erhu.
A mournful sound rose from the instrument—a wail, a sorrow, with immense pain woven into the music.
Finally, the melody rose sharply, making everyone’s hearts clench.
When Xie Feiran finished, the people in front of the screen finally snapped out of it, only to find their faces covered in tears.
[If they performed this with full teamwork and Feiran’s opera vocals, just how moving would the song be?]
[This man said he’d sing me to tears, but he ended up playing me to tears.]
[Is this really beginner level? This is what a gap in the world looks like.]
Xie Feiran gently set down the erhu bow and looked at Ye Ansheng and the others.
“My movements are still too stiff.
I haven’t conveyed enough emotion.
I need more practice.”
He said.
The next moment, Ye Ansheng hugged Xie Feiran’s leg.
“Boss, please carry us.”
Ye Ansheng knelt so naturally that even the audience wanted to kneel too.
[Damn it, I hate that it’s not me hugging Xie Feiran’s leg.]
[Soul-swap with Ye Ansheng now.]
[And this still isn’t Xie Feiran’s best form!]
“Get up.”
Xie Feiran said, looking at Ye Ansheng.
“You’ll always be my important companions.
Of course I should lead you to victory.”
He pulled Ye Ansheng up and looked at the other four.
Ye Ansheng was moved and hugged Xie Feiran tightly.
“Even if you’re chuuni, we’ll stay chuuni with you.”
Xie Feiran was stunned by his words.
He began to wonder—was he really that chuuni?
Luo Wen smiled helplessly at the scene.
After pulling Ye Ansheng away, he said to everyone, “It’s really late.
Let’s keep practicing tomorrow.”
Everyone checked the time—it was already midnight.
They quickly left the music room to go to sleep.
Early the next morning, Xie Feiran received the design sketches from Shi Baiyan.
This was Shi Baiyan’s overnight success—each dance costume was black and white, embroidered with a black raven.
The wide sleeves had a touch of ancient style.
Shi Baiyan specially marked the V-neck with the red collar beneath it as being designed especially for Xie Feiran.
Shi Baiyan: I also have a choker that suits you perfectly! I’ll send it to you in a bit.
Xie Feiran: Thank you.
Shi Baiyan: You’re welcome.
God, please remember to send me more selfies.
After staying up all night, Shi Baiyan started imagining what Xie Feiran would look like wearing a black leather choker.
The black choker would stand out against Xie Feiran’s pale neck, the silver pendant falling to his collarbone, the red gem matching the red lining of his collar.
Just thinking about it made Shi Baiyan’s mouth water.
Once he got Shi Baiyan’s sketches, Xie Feiran borrowed a sewing machine and fabric to start making the costume.
He also prepared for embroidery.
[As everyone knows, making costumes is the first step in a performance (funny face)]
[Who knows how long making a costume takes?
Has Xie Feiran gone crazy?]
[It only took Feiran less than ten minutes to embroider that rose before.
Making clothes should be fast too.]
Xie Feiran was indeed fast at making clothes.
In just an hour, he’d finished cutting all the fabric and sewing everything together.
All that remained was the embroidery.
The large sections of embroidery on Shi Baiyan’s design were time-consuming.
If done by machine, it’d be fine.
By hand, it would take months to finish.
This time, Xie Feiran still used Double-sided Embroidery.
He first drew the outline of the raven on the clothes.
This step was almost done in a single breath, taking less than a minute.
[As an art student, I feel inferior.
Feiran’s hands are just too steady.]
[Aaaaah, how is it this fast?
I’m crying as a failure.]
[Quiet—what comes next will shock you even more.]
Then, Xie Feiran picked up the needle and began embroidering the raven with glistening black thread.
His embroidery speed was as fast as ever.
Even the complex Double-sided Embroidery seemed as easy as playing cat’s cradle in his hands.
His hands moved like butterflies, flying through the stitches.
He didn’t even need to check after each one.
[Is this really Double-sided Embroidery?
Tell me I’m not insane!]
[You’re not insane!]
[The rose on Feiran’s dance costume before was also his work—Double-sided Embroidery.]
At that moment, in an antique courtyard, a girl watching the livestream from her chair blurted out, “Damn.”
She was immediately scolded by her grandfather.
“Young ladies should behave properly.”
The bespectacled Zhou Laoyezi scolded.
“But Grandpa, look.”
Zhou Yueyue handed her phone to Zhou Laoyezi.
He looked and was stunned.
“Was this video sped up?”
“It’s a livestream.
How could it be sped up?
He really embroiders this fast.”
Zhou Yueyue explained, still amazed.
Zhou Laoyezi looked at the embroidered raven on the phone and marveled.
“The raven is completely black, which makes it the easiest subject for Double-sided Embroidery.
But every feather here is clearly visible and full of variation—so lifelike.
He probably used more than a dozen shades of black thread.
Even the most skilled embroidery artists would struggle to create something like this.”
He finished and turned to his granddaughter, eager.
“Who is this person?
I need to visit them.”
Recently, he’d been researching Double-sided Embroidery as an Intangible Cultural Heritage and wanted to film a documentary featuring a master of the craft.
“Grandpa, this is an idol trainee from Polar Bear Youth.”
Zhou Yueyue said, headache growing.
“Just because he’s a trainee, doesn’t mean I can’t visit, does it?”
Zhou Laoyezi’s beard trembled.
With that, he went to contact his students.
At the same time, a science post appeared in Xie Feiran’s livestream.
[Double-sided Embroidery is highly difficult.
Only skilled embroidery artists with years of training can master it.
Compared to ordinary Double-sided Embroidery works, Xie Feiran’s embroidery can only be described as art.
This raven is a marvel—lifelike and so vivid you can imagine it about to take flight from any angle.]
Just after the science post appeared, another trending topic was added to Weibo.
#Xie Feiran, Inheritor of lntangible Cultural Heritage
Some ordinary people, tired of Xie Feiran flooding their feeds, clicked in ready to scold him for riding the Intangible Cultural Heritage trend.
Instead, they found the official account promoting Double-sided Embroidery using Xie Feiran’s embroidery video.
At the same time, a major academic V blogger posted that they’d invite Xie Feiran to film a documentary.
Once again, Wen Qingyun’s trending topic about working hard on dance practice was crushed—still by Xie Feiran.
Players and fans: Feiran always manages to trend in the weirdest ways.