The next day.
Lin Yuan had just gotten up when he heard his sister making a fuss in his little sister's room:
"Hurry up and vote for the Prince of Lanling! If we don't vote, how will he ever come out on top? Every vote counts. Sooner or later, the Prince of Lanling will make his debut!"
"Okay, okay!"
Big Yaoyao's voice was full of resignation, sounding adorably soft.
Not much later.
There was a knock at Lin Yuan's door.
"Come in."
His sister poked her head in, "So, I stayed up to finish watching yesterday's competition and now I'm a fan of the Prince of Lanling. We should vote for him. If we don't vote…"
"What vote?"
"Remember that official activity from The Masked Singer, where they asked online spectators to vote for their favorite singer? All the Prince of Lanling's fans feel like he isn't getting enough votes. He beat Illaoi in the last round, who was in fifth place, so surely he should now be in fifth place!"
Lin Yuan: "..."
