Unexpectedly, the official Weibo account of the Record Association Statistics Department, which was formed by various companies in collaboration with Diyang, announced that it would provide real-time statistics on the final download, purchase, and total play counts for the two songs.
That was one of the most authoritative recording statistics associations, RSA (full name: Recording Statistics Association).
The official Weibo account was also quite cute.
RSA Asia-Pacific Record Statistics Association: In response to the call from netizens everywhere, RSA will serve all the netizens by providing real-time statistics of the exciting moments of the online competition. We hope for both participants’ understanding. @M.YU@DiyangZhouChengV.
That was quite artistic.
Even Yuran did not expect that the Record Statistics Association would drop in to promote her.
She reacted quickly, replying to RSA in seconds.
M.YU: I’m really grateful to the RSA Asia-Pacific Record Statistics Association for their complimentary work. If possible, let me buy you a coffee. [Smiling Face][Smiling Face] @RSA Asia-Pacific Record Statistics Association.
The netizens exploded instantly.
"What kind of divine competition is this? We are so lucky to witness such an event unfold, even bringing the RSA Asia-Pacific Record Statistics Association into the fray."
"I’m so excited, I’m going to listen to the songs first."
"Who has the bigger backer, M.YU or Zhou Cheng, that even the high-profile RSA Asia-Pacific Record Statistics Association is brought in to do real-time statistics? This is like living a dream... No worries about manipulation in the results!"
Annan also didn’t expect that she would be nestled in Yuran’s apartment, still in a daze, as she stared intently at the changing statistics. In contrast, the one who was competing online was half-reclining on the sofa, dozing off.
Annan rushed over, towering above Yuran with both hands on the back of the sofa, "Hey hey hey, Yuran, do you not care about your scores at all? Do you really want to go sleep with that odd-looking Zhou Cheng!"
Yuran, struggling to keep her eyes open, barely managed to pry them open a bit more at the comment, her voice full of sleepiness, "Just wake me up later to tell me, alright? I agreed, but I didn’t say I wouldn’t regret it."
Unbelievable, she was actually harboring such thoughts; no wonder she was so brazen. Annan thought of the netizens’ comments, leaned in close, and stared at her seriously, "Tell me the truth, does your family own a mine?"
"If my family owned a mine, would I still be holed up here in such a poor state?"
Meanwhile, in Qi Feng’s office at Diyang, Bo Yan had already opened Yuran’s "Bloodstain".
Just after listening to the first few lines and the direction of the tune, he was momentarily taken aback. Qi Feng, subconsciously leaning in to see the lyrics, then commented, "These lyrics, this... could it be the character theme for ’Hero,’ the role you’re playing?"
"What?" Xie Cheng also came over, looking at the lyrics scrolling on Bo Yan’s smartphone, and it really did seem plausible.
Bo Yan looked up emotionlessly, his chilly gaze sweeping over the two of them, causing them to step back immediately and awkwardly twitch at the corners of their mouths.
Qi Feng, "Bo the great actor, don’t tell me you can’t even look at it?"
Bo Yan remained expressionless, his fingers caressing the side of his phone, a hint of complex emotions surfacing in his eyes, "Don’t you have your own phone? Get lost."
Bo the great actor, just let us look at your phone.
Qi Feng felt an unspeakable frustration, while Xie Cheng was irritated, somehow reminded of the day he went to Yuran’s apartment like a delivery boy carrying breakfast.
The shock of seeing Bo Yan take out keys to unlock the door.