Chapter 50: Completely Boiling Over! Madness! Utter Madness! Embrace the Madness! [Sponsored by Clan Leader Yong Su]

[So if I hadn't listened to Teacher Yang's songs when I was a kid, you should've been this awesome ages ago, right? Come to think of it, Teacher Yang is at least a malignant tumor on the road of a flop star's life.]

[No bro, you actually believe what a flop star says?]

[You really gotta believe this one. A flop star might talk nonsense about other things, but a singing style requires a massive accumulation of time. The kind of level he has—where you could blindfold the audience and they couldn't tell the difference from the original—is impossible to achieve without seven or eight years of precipitation.]

[True that!]

Listening to Lü Ming's categorical accusations, Teacher Yang's face turned completely black.

He trembled all over, as if he was about to blow a gasket at any second.

Lü Ming remained completely oblivious as he looked out toward the audience and said with a deeply earnest tone:

"Teacher Yang, you're not even fifty yet, your hard-working days are still ahead of you. But the Mandopop scene has been in a slump for way too long. Would you mind not always being so narrow-minded and learning a thing or two from the younger generation? Admitting that I'm exceptional really isn't that hard. After all, even though you're older than me, have deeper seniority than me, and have eaten more salt than I've eaten rice, your vocal skills still suck compared to mine!"

"Look, how about you stop sitting down there in the audience acting as a mentor anymore? Go back tonight, change your Weibo handle suffix to (Respected Guru of Flops), and I'll pass down everything I've learned in my lifetime to you!"

"Guaranteed to make you experience a second spring in your career!"

The live audience let out a collective "Whoa," and some people couldn't help but burst into successive fits of sniggering, "Pfft, pfft."

Teacher Yang, who had been forcibly suppressing his emotions, abruptly jumped to his feet, and the next second he rolled up his sleeves and charged toward the stage: "I'm gonna beat you to death, you audacious, heaven-defying, bastard flop star!"

"Grand Magus!" Lü Ming suddenly let out a startled cry. Teacher Hua looked toward him almost instinctively, and right as Teacher Hua gazed over with a puzzled expression, Lü Ming grabbed the microphone and hollered at the top of his lungs: "That's right, I'm talking about you, Grand Magus! Teacher Yang has been cursed with black magic and is coming to get me! Teacher Hua, hurry up and set up an altar to cast spells and exorcise the evil spirit from him!!"

Teacher Hua: "??!"

What the actual fuck? Is this bastard flop star out of his mind?!

Set up an altar and exorcise evil? Exorcise your grandma!

Teacher Hua snapped up from his seat with a whoosh!

Just as he was about to call Sister Zheng to follow in Teacher Yang's footsteps and rush onto the stage to teach the flop star a lesson, he glanced sideways and realized that Sister Zheng, who had been sitting right beside them earlier, was now nowhere to be seen. While he was still wondering, Sister Zheng came running back hurriedly from somewhere, lugging a large wicker basket in her arms.

Teacher Hua was startled: "Where the hell did you go?"

"Hold this." Sister Zheng casually grabbed two raw eggs from the basket and shoved them into Teacher Hua's hands. It was only then that the young man noticed this woman had actually brought an entire wicker basket full of eggs from God knows where!

What on earth is she planning to do?!

The very next second, Sister Zheng answered his question with action. The woman rapidly strode toward the edge of the stage, violently grabbed a raw egg from the basket, and hurled it straight at Lü Ming!

Thud!

Because she lacked upper-body strength, the egg missed its target and instead splattered a puddle of egg liquid all over the floor.

Sister Zheng grabbed another egg from the basket and threw it again!

Seeing this, Teacher Hua happily stepped forward: "Flop star! Even if you die on this stage today, it still won't be enough to make up for the offense you've caused me!"

With a mighty, forceful wind-up, he aimed the raw egg in his hand right at Lü Ming and threw it. Because this throw was heavily fueled by his emotions, it flew with great velocity and reached Lü Ming in the blink of an eye. Before Lü Ming could even react, Teacher Yang had already rushed up ahead of him, intending to grab him by the collar, only to suddenly feel a sharp, heavy blow to the back of his head!

Bang!!!

The immense impact sent his head spinning so violently that he nearly passed out on the spot right there on the stage.

"What's going on..." Teacher Yang felt as though something had exploded at the back of his head. Dizzy and disoriented, he reached back to touch it and immediately felt a sticky wetness on his hand: "Blood! It's blood! The back of my head is bleeding!"

"Teacher Yang, look at you, your eyesight is so failing that you can't even tell egg liquid apart from blood. Instead of clinging to the Mandopop scene like a parasite, you might as well take this opportunity to give yourself a vacation and go see an eye doctor and a neurologist," Lü Ming mocked. "Though, I gotta say, it's pretty clear you and Teacher Hua haven't exactly been on good terms lately."

Teacher Yang: "?!"

Are you ever going to shut that broken trap of yours, you bastard flop star?!

"Die, flop star! Shut your stinking mouth!" Seeing Lü Ming running his mouth on stage, Teacher Hua let out a furious curse, swung his left hand, and hurled his remaining egg at Lü Ming as well.

However, since he was right-handed, his aim veered slightly off course.

Hearing the commotion behind him, Teacher Yang instinctively turned his head back, only for a rapidly flying egg to appear in his field of vision the next second. He instinctively ducked to dodge it, but unfortunately, this reflexive dodging maneuver happened to steer his forehead right into the egg's landing trajectory.

Bang!!

The flying raw egg struck him square between the eyebrows, bursting all over his forehead.

"Awoooo!" Teacher Yang felt his head spin violently, his vision went black, and he was nearly knocked unconscious on the spot!

"Grand Magus, do you not even need to chant incantations before casting spells anymore? You just start with explosive AOE damage right off the bat?" Lü Ming silently gave a thumbs-up to Teacher Hua down below: "A food-type mage, truly terrifying. With this kind of strength, no wonder not a single person in the entire Mandopop scene even dares to imitate you. As for the god of Mandopop, I only recognize Teacher Hua!"

"Fuck your mother! Your mom is the Grand Magus, your dad is the Grand Magus, your whole family are Grand Magi!" Teacher Hua instantly turned beet red, bolted forward in a fierce dash, and leaped onto the stage: "How dare you insult me like this! I'll choke you to death!!"

At this moment, Teacher Yang's hair and face were covered in dripping wet egg liquid, and the blow had left him completely dazed.

Hearing the flop star chattering away right next to him, rage welled up in his heart. He rolled forward and instantly grabbed onto Lü Ming's shins in a death grip like a stubborn plaster, while Teacher Hua lunged forward at the same time, clamping his hands around Lü Ming's neck with a ferocious expression: "Go die for me, you bastard!!"

The two teachers completely lost sight of whether they were currently live-streaming or not; consumed entirely by their emotions, they genuinely wanted to ensure this flop star didn't make it out alive.

Lü Ming stuck his tongue far out, rolled his eyes backward, and put on a near-death expression while dragging Teacher Yang—who was still clinging to his legs like a stubborn barnacle on the floor—across the stage. He let out a voice straining with near-suffocation: "Help... Help! The mentors are murdering people!"

"Help? I'll teach you to run your mouth! I'll teach you to run your trap!"

Both of them went berserk, refusing to let go no matter how much Lü Ming thrashed around.

Teacher Hua increased the pressure of his chokehold, while Teacher Yang seized the right moment to violently shove Lü Ming down onto the floor. Freeing up his other arm, Teacher Yang wound up his fist and began raining heavy, resounding blows down onto Lü Ming's back and waist—*thud, thud, thud*!

Standing by the edge of the stage with another egg in hand, ready to launch it at the stage, Sister Zheng saw Lü Ming getting what he deserved and burst into radiant joy. She frantically scooped more eggs out of the basket and hurled them with wild abandon!

The entire live broadcast scene instantly descended into total chaos. The eggs either burst open on the stage or smashed directly onto Teacher Yang, Teacher Hua, or their heads.

Anyone who knew the situation would think this woman was taking revenge on her ex-boyfriend; anyone who didn't would think she was trying to rescue the flop star...

"Still gonna run your damn mouth?"

"Still gonna troll?"

"Let me tell you loud and clear, Teacher Hua, do you fucking dare do it again!"

The two of them completely ignored Sister Zheng's friendly-fire egg attacks, their eyes filled solely with the purest desire for revenge. Looking at the alcohol-fueled flop star finally getting disciplined, their faces beamed with excited, cathartic satisfaction.

As the alcohol continued to ferment inside his body, a pleasant notification sound chimed right beside his ear at that exact moment.

[Detected that the host is deeply intoxicated, "Arrangement Basics" +100!]

Lü Ming had no spare attention to pay to the reward. Numbed by oxygen deprivation and alcohol, his head was spinning. He shoved Teacher Hua's hands away from his neck, swung his arm back, and delivered a vicious backhand slap straight across the face of Teacher Yang, who was still frantically hammering away at his back!

Slap!!!

The loud, crisp sound of the slap echoed throughout the entire studio hall, while also piercing clearly through the already-exploding live-streaming room.

That was because the microphone Lü Ming had been holding earlier happened to have fallen nearby, and it was still unmuted, perfectly amplifying the sound of the resounding face-slap out to the audience.

Seeing stars and feeling a burning, stinging sensation across his face, Teacher Yang was completely dumbfounded by the blow!

"You actually dared to slap me!" he clutched his cheek in absolute disbelief.

Lü Ming cursed loudly: "Fuck your mother, slap you? Slapping you to death is what you deserve!"

"I came here fair and square to participate in a competition, but you bastards spend every day online driving narratives, pulling me down, smearing me, and cyberbullying me. That's bad enough, but you were blatantly targeting me, and now you're even trying to bully and beat me to death? Isn't this bullying an honest man?!"

"Is there still any justice left?!"

"Is there still any law?!"

"If I don't lose my temper, do you guys really take me for a pushover?!"

The more Lü Ming talked, the angrier he got.

In an instant, completely swept up by his alcohol-induced fury regardless of the occasion, a surge of rage welled up in his heart. He violently kicked out one leg and started raining a flurry of ferocious kicks onto Teacher Yang right beneath him!

"Ugh, ugh, ugh!" Teacher Yang let out muffled groans. In a panic, he quickly grabbed onto Lü Ming's trousers and, mustering every ounce of strength he had, sank his teeth firmly into the muscle of Lü Ming's calf with a ferocious *chomp*!

"Ah!!" Lü Ming shrieked.

Right at that moment, Teacher Hua charged forward once again with both hands raised high.

Wincing in pain, Lü Ming pinned Teacher Yang down, executed a lightning-fast spinning left front kick, and sent the physically weak Teacher Hua crashing to the floor of the stage with a resounding *thud*. The sheer momentum of the kick caused Teacher Hua to slide nearly two meters across the ground, leaving him lying flat on the stage, writhing and twitching in agony as he wailed.

"Aaaaah!" A grimacing, miserably screaming Teacher Hua dragged himself up from the floor, sprinted full speed back toward Lü Ming, and delivered a flying kick: "Flop star! I'm gonna kill you!"

Lü Ming violently grabbed Teacher Yang by the collar, hoisting him up like a helpless little chick, and lashed out with a kick straight to Teacher Yang's face. With a sharp *whoosh*, the impact even managed to kick Teacher Yang's nasal bone completely out of alignment!

Teacher Yang's face twisted in agony as blood gushed from his nose: "Bas... tard!"

"Flop star!!!" Teacher Hua had no remorse for hitting a friendly target; his eyes held only pure, unadulterated intent to murder the flop star.

Lü Ming's eyes turned red too: "Then none of you bastards are making it out alive!!"

In an instant.

The three of them locked into a chaotic brawl—you pulling my hair, I grabbing your collar, you throwing a punch, me landing a kick. The visceral impact of fists hitting flesh carried not a single ounce of choreography; it was pure, unadulterated personal grievance!

Over in the distance, Sister Zheng stood like a pea-shooter, raining indiscriminate friendly-fire attacks on everyone.

The entire studio hall had descended into absolute, unmitigated chaos!

The audience in the stands had already risen to their feet en masse, staring slack-jawed at the spectacle unfolding on stage. Some were recording with their phones, while others watched in sheer, unadulterated shock. Not a single person among the nearly thousand-seated crowd remained in their chairs.

"They're... they're actually fighting!"

"This is way too insane!"

At first, they had naively thought this bunch was just putting on a show for ratings, but they never dreamed these people were genuinely trying to kill each other!

At this very moment.

The live-streaming chat room had already boiled over completely!

[6666!]

[This is way too unhinged!]

[Is this really content I can watch for free? As a monthly VIP, I must have accumulated eight lifetimes of good fortune to witness such high-intensity, explosive drama. I bet the production team is losing their minds over this!]

[Even as an annual SVIP, I feel like these few minutes of peak highlights were totally worth the price of admission.]

[The flop star truly never disappoints us!]

Wherever there is a flop star, there is strife!

[Isn't the real victim the flop star this time? I genuinely feel bad for him. The guy actually came to the competition with real talent, and his insanely good vocal skills completely flipped public perception of him. Logically, he should be met with flowers and applause, but these mentors launched a physical beatdown on my boy the flop star without rhyme or reason. Who is he supposed to reason with?!]

[You know what, I rarely support a flop star!]

[Can you guys have a bit of teamwork with three against one? If anyone else was being bullied, I'd definitely support them, but since the victim is the flop star, I just want to see the flop star die!]

[This is the happiest episode for Lü Ming haters. Walk by the river often and you're bound to get your shoes wet. Flop star, it's time to pay back what you owe to Qianbao, Fengfeng, and Teacher Huang!]

Drama enthusiasts typed out exclamations of disbelief, claiming they had never seen such a massive spectacle in their entire lives. Lü Ming's fans were unusually up in arms defending their idol, while the haters screamed about the wheel of fortune turning and clamored for the flop star to drop dead immediately.

The entire live stream comment section was a chaotic free-for-all, presenting a vibrant spectacle of blooming flowers and flying mud.

...

In the backstage control room of the production team, the air was filled with the cacophonous, chaotic noises of the staff members.

The senior executive producer stared at the monitor, his mind completely frazzled: "We were running a perfectly fine music variety show, and the moment this damn flop star shows up, he manages to trigger a live broadcast disaster of this magnitude. Truly, there are wrong names, but never wrong nicknames—this bastard is an absolute disaster magnet!"

"What are you standing around for? Hurry up and send people up there to pull them apart!"

"If you let them keep beating each other, we're gonna need to call an ambulance!!"

The director's face was deathly pale. Facing this sudden live broadcast catastrophe, his heart was pounding with genuine terror. He had only been in the industry for a year; when had he ever encountered such an absurd, out-of-control spectacle?

Let alone him—didn't the director of the neighboring *Keep Running* show, as a senior veteran in the industry, also fall victim to the flop star's wrath?

"Pull them apart? How? Who's going to pull them? Teacher Yang and Teacher Hua are both heavyweights in the music industry. Look at all of us here—who can afford to offend either of them? If you get on their bad side, your career is finished for life!" the director said with a terrified expression.

The senior executive producer cursed: "Then go pull the flop star apart! He's just a flop star with no power and no backing, what's he gonna do to you?"

"Offending those two teachers at worst gets us blacklisted, but offending the flop star? He's completely hammered and out of his mind. Over at *Keep Running*, he nearly drove the director and head writer to an early grave with his antics. Right now, in this state, he's at his most reckless. Who's going to risk their life for this?"

"Besides, given his physical stamina, how are you gonna stop him without a squad of heavy-duty bouncers?" The director's voice was trembling as he spoke.

The senior executive producer: "..."

Right at that moment, a shrill telephone ringtone pierced the air. The director pressed answer, and the excited voice of Tencent Video's CEO blasted through the line: "Stop all floor staff from going up on stage to interfere! Let them go wild!"

"Bo... Boss?!" The director was shocked by the CEO's reaction, then glanced back at the monitor where Teacher Yang was still being brutally beaten on the ground by Lü Ming: "But Teacher Yang is up there in years, his nasal bone got smashed—are we sure he's going to be okay?!"

"The live stream's peak concurrency has already surpassed 1.5 billion! The moment they went wild, *Keep Running*'s historical peak concurrent record was shattered in under a minute! The wilder they get, the further we leave iQiyi in the dust!" the man on the other end of the line shouted with exhilaration: "How many times in a lifetime do you get an opportunity like this? Miss it, and you probably won't see another one for decades!"

"Teacher Yang has been washed up for so long anyway, constantly trying every trick in the book to ride the flop star's coattails for clout. Now that the actual owner of the coattails has shown up to let him ride them to his heart's content at a live crime scene, don't look at him looking all pitiful with his bruised face—inside, he's probably ecstatic!"

"As for Teacher Hua, he's young, he can take a beating!"

"Remember, as long as there's no immediate threat to life, let them go as wild as they want!!"

The director felt his scalp tingle: "But... this is a music variety show!"

"No, starting today, we are also the Mandopop industry's premiere UFC promotion!"

"Clean yourself up. After tonight, get ready for a raise. Not just you, everyone on the production team—double salaries across the board!"

After the call disconnected, the entire production room fell into a dead silence.

The director stared at the chaotic mess on the stage for a long time before finally sighing in resignation: "Go wild! Let them all go wild! A little chaos never hurt anyone!"

...

Meanwhile.

On the dazzlingly lit stage.

In their desperation, Teacher Yang and Teacher Hua had essentially cosplayed rabid dogs, chasing after every patch of intact skin on Lü Ming's body and tearing into it with frantic, savage bites. This forced Lü Ming to keep his distance. Even Sister Zheng, having completely exhausted her ammunition of eggs, had charged onto the stage and started bashing Lü Ming over the head with the empty wicker basket.

The intoxicated Lü Ming no longer had room for anything else in his eyes—only his opponents for tonight!

"I'll start with a left front kick!"

"Followed by a right whip kick!"

"And finish with the Five-Whip Lightning Strikes!!"

……

Mission accomplished, a total of 10,000 words updated today, finished writing at 3 AM.

Finally paid off the extra chapters for my Guild Master sponsor, brother [Yongsu].

Truly apologize for keeping you waiting so long.

The humble author once again wishes you a happy life, smooth sailing in all endeavors, the guidance of the seven stars, and wealth pouring in from all directions!