The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead-Chapter 218 - 219 Stubborn
Chapter 218: Chapter 219: Stubborn
Chapter 218 -219: Stubborn
On Star Network, those who appreciated poetry, those who read novels, and those who loved the spectacle—all clicked on the links to Earth Bar and Text Mover.
Defiance took the stage.
The melodious and deep sounds of the cello immediately captured the ears of most people, while the next second’s lightly changing rhythm made it hard not to nod along.
“When I’m different from the world.”
“Then let me be different.”
Just that one line, and those listening couldn’t walk away.
“For me, persistence is about overcoming the tough with gentleness.”
“If I compromise with myself, if I lie to myself.”
“Even if others forgive me, I can’t forgive myself.”
“The most beautiful wishes are always the craziest.”
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“I am my own god, in the place where I live.”
“And my final defiance, I’ll hold on tightly and never let go.”
“Is the next stop heaven? Even if disappointed, I mustn’t despair.”
“With my proud defiance, I sing loudly in the wind.”
“This time it’s for my own madness, just this once, my defiance and I.”
This song didn’t have a single break, it seemed to speak of its own persistence and refusal to give up.
A few minutes of a song, and when everyone finished listening, they all unanimously chose to listen again.
This time, with each line of the lyrics, it seemed their mental state was different.
Every person, every person persisting towards their dream, along the way, how many people have told them they wouldn’t succeed, but can they really just give up like that?
Perhaps being defiant for just a little while wasn’t too bad.
Ten minutes later, two songs in duration, the emotions that the songs built up made the netizens explode.
Comments section of Earth Bar.
[I never thought I’d hear a song on a poet’s account, let alone a song that I’d like.]
[This song, ‘Defiance,’ really speaks to my mental state.]
[Living for hundreds of years, it seems I can afford a few years to be defiant!]
[Please, Earth Bar, write more songs!]
[No, no, no! You’re better at poetry, every line, every poem is a classic.]
[Isn’t our defiance a classic too? Although I got into it through poetry, it doesn’t stop me from loving this song.]
[Am I the only one who thinks Earth Bar is incredibly capable!]
Comments section under Text Mover’s account.
[I don’t know why, but I feel a bit sorry for Wengong.]
[Me too, Wengong must be persevering in places we can’t see.]
[Taking all the burden alone, yet not wanting us to know.]
[Your strong unruly appearance is just a mask; inside, you seem quite tender!]
[No, no, no! Give us back our domineering Wengong.]
Text Mover, also known as Daodao, watched as the comments section grew increasingly off-topic. When did he become soft-hearted?
He wasn’t even sure if he had a heart.
Daodao logged into his account again, and Text Mover made their third statement.
Text Mover: Imagining things is an illness, please cure it by reading a book.
[Ha ha ha ha ha! Wengong, you’re kind of cute.]
[I suspect you’re promoting books.]
“Please don’t doubt it upstairs, I think both greats are promoting books.”
“They are promoting books with talent!”
“That’s spot on, others use money, but you guys use talent.”
Using talent to promote books—the term had trended online. Curious clickers inadvertently heard the song “Stubborn” and, intrigued by its backstory, fell into the trap of the “Heroic Legend of the Condor.”
The Earth Bar’s account gained millions of followers overnight, all because of one song.
Shu Zhuo, who always battled with capital, found that his investments were slow compared to the immediacy of a song’s impact.
Had he known, he would have rather spent the money on Earth Bar.
Outside in the fields stood Nian Shutong, who had made all this happen.
Rolling up her sleeves, exposing her calves, and braving the sun, she was planting rice.
She still loved the feel of being truly grounded. Although she now understood a lot about Earth Bar and couldn’t live without it, she preferred farming.
It had to be said, farming relaxed her immensely, giving her a sense of comfort from merging with nature.
Every time she farmed, she felt her cultivation was getting closer to perfection.
Meanwhile, Fu Yunhe stood on the shore, holding an umbrella.
Not that he wanted to, but the mid-afternoon sun was too harsh to bear.
Given his health and wanting to protect his appearance, when Nian Shutong offered him an umbrella, Fu Yunhe hesitated but didn’t refuse.
Under the umbrella, Fu Yunhe was well aware of what Nian Shutong had done, and he too had listened to that song.
It was stunning, but it didn’t quite seem to fit Nian Shutong.
In his mind, if Nian Shutong encountered injustice, she’d likely charge with a broadsword, smashing through doors in her path.
Quiet, relentless endurance just didn’t seem like her.
He couldn’t recall a time when Nian Shutong let grievances last overnight.
Fu Yunhe looked across to the wasteland where people toiled under the glaring sun without a hint of laziness.
Seeing the pace of land clearing, along with the tools provided by Rubble, he estimated that the several hundred acres Nian Shutong needed would be ready in about a week.
Just the thought of this vast landscape filled with crops made Fu Yunhe incredibly proud.
Though, he himself had never planted a single seedling.
But the scene before his eyes had drastically changed from when they first arrived.
Looking vertically, the distant forest was truly far, thousands of meters away.
Horizontally, along the creek, many homes had emerged, each with small vegetable gardens established inside and out.
Soon everyone would start cooking for themselves; the central kitchen would shift to various workshops, using ready-made stoves to process White Sugar.
The former kitchen area was where Nian Shutong planned to build a leisure square for people to relax and chat during their free time.
The place was beginning to resemble a small village.
“Xiao He! Some water!”
Working in the fields, Nian Shutong felt thirsty. After searching her Space Button without finding water, she called out to Fu Yunhe to bring her some.
“Coming!”
Fu Yunhe, shielding himself with the umbrella, crossed the bridge and walked to the rice paddy’s levee, pulling out a cup of water from his Space Button to hand to Nian Shutong.
After receiving it, Nian Shutong gulped it down.
“Refreshing!” she handed the cup back to Fu Yunhe. “I’ve noticed you always have plenty of food and drink in your Space Button.”
“Heh, I can’t really get food myself, so I prepare extra. You’re different.”
“That’s right!” Nian Shutong straightened up, taking a rest.
“Beauty, another cup of water, please. I want some ice—I feel like the water isn’t quite satisfying!”
Fu Yunhe took out another cup of water, watching as Nian Shutong just held the glass and the vapor inside slowly condensed into tiny ice crystals, freezing about a third of the ice. Then Nian Shutong stopped.
“Would you like a drink?”
