Reborn with Consumption System-Chapter 444 - 213: The Socially Dead Birthday Princess

Chapter 444: Chapter 213: The Socially Dead Birthday Princess

"Dead! Everybody gotta~~love, love, love, love, love..."

Just this one line of lyrics almost blew Han Lie’s skull off.

Completely dumbfounded!

And that was the general reaction from everyone in the room.

Not only was Brother Lie wearing a mask of agony, but the hand holding his phone was trembling non-stop, like a Parkinson’s patient.

When Chen Yanfei sang, it wasn’t about whether it sounded good or bad...

When it comes to kung fu, it’s simple: one horizontal, one vertical. The skilled stand, the unskilled fall!

And she was a top-tier master, her skill a true killing art, honed to the very marrow of her bones.

When she made her move, she was the only one left standing; everyone else had to fall!

Brother Lie, quivering, held up his phone, feeling as if he’d captured something truly extraordinary.

The utterly off-key, ear-splitting demonic wail continued unabated. Sister Fei sang with such heart-wrenching passion, still perched on the coffee table with her eyes closed. But that fierce, unyielding determination, that do-or-die resolve, transformed into a surging torrent of sound, making everything in the private room RATTLE and CLANG.

The waiter outside the door, who had been standing quite far away, suddenly rushed over in a panic. He pressed himself against the window on the door, desperately peering inside.

Han Lie saw clearly: the young man visibly relaxed once he realized no one was fighting or smashing things inside.

The sheer relief on his face was almost pitiable.

Of course, the ones truly deserving of pity were the poor souls inside the room.

Luo Zijun and Fang Xing, each clutching a drink, were frozen solid, their mouths agape, chins practically dropping into their glasses.

Huang Li, Mo Xiaozhu, and Chen He were huddled in the corner of the sofa, their heads right next to the speakers. What a miserable predicament!

Even though they were desperately covering their ears, Han Lie could still see the veins on their foreheads throbbing with the vibrations from the speakers...

The most pitiful was Ding Xiang. Curled up like a frightened quail, she had shrunk into a small ball, hugging her knees. She lay on the sofa, her body shuddering, and it was impossible to tell if she was crying or laughing.

"Treat every day as if it’s the last to love... every minute, every second, so beautiful it brings tears to your eyes..."

Chen Yanfei sang with growing abandon.

But for everyone else, it truly felt like the end of days, tears of despair welling in their eyes.

If you could just block out the sound and only watch her, she absolutely had the makings of a diva—no, she *was* a diva.

So much stage presence!

Her movements were chic, her expression enraptured; even when hitting high notes, her face didn’t contort in the slightest.

But if you were to go blind and could only hear...

Damn!

Forget that not a single note was in tune—did she have iron lungs or something? How could she navigate eighteen vocal twists and turns, complete with trills, holding a high note for twenty-odd seconds without taking a breath?!

She had Han Lie so worked up that he didn’t dare breathe for a full half-minute.

He waited on pins and needles, just waiting for her to finish that disastrously off-key line so he could finally take a proper breath.

But the end never seemed to arrive!

His chest felt tight, his neck flushed crimson, and his head was buzzing. He felt like he was about to freaking explode!

She finally finished the first chorus, and as the instrumental break began, the trembling fellow sufferers had barely managed to catch their breath when she suddenly let out another shriek.

"My dear fans, where’s the applause?!"

Pfft! Who in their right mind would be a fan of yours?

Han Lie thought: After today, if anyone *else* dares to ask you to sing, I swear I’ll become Hua Chenyu’s die-hard fan for twenty-five years!

But the problem was... how were they going to get through today?

Han Lie thought long and hard, then, completely against his true feelings, forced out one word—

"Bravo!"

With him taking the lead, everyone else followed suit.

"Sister Fei, that was powerful!"

"That was amazing! BOO HOO HOO..."

While praising her, they urged Ding Xiang, "Xiang Xiang, quickly pour Sister Fei a drink so she can rest a bit!"

Huang Li was so desperate she even tried to grab the microphone, frantically saying, "My turn, my turn, Sister Fei! I’ll sing the next part!"

Only to be swatted two meters away by Chen Yanfei’s arm.

"Move! I’m going to sing my heart out today!"

Heavens!

Everyone in the room panicked.

Your Highness, just have us beaten to death directly!

The ones cowering by the speakers quickly pleaded with Han Lie, "Bro! You gotta think of something, quick!"

Fang Xing suddenly voiced his suspicion, "Han Lie, what did you give Sister Fei to drink?"

Brother Lie found himself speechless, unable to defend himself.

Given Chen Yanfei’s current state, even he wouldn’t believe she hadn’t taken something.

Damn it, I was too reckless!

Han Lie truly hadn’t expected the new skill to be so potent, so overwhelming.

He had assumed "three parts sober, seven parts drunk" meant being dazed, drowsy, and slow-witted.

But the reality of "three parts sober" was a state of utter abandon, a complete indifference to the world, a "to hell with it all" attitude.

This was too absurd!

However, amidst his trepidation, this scoundrel still felt a tiny spark of excitement.

Question: What’s it like to hold compromising material on a goddess in your hands?

It was hard to describe precisely. Anyway, Brother Lie had already started mulling over common AV lines...

For instance: "Ms. Chen, you wouldn’t want the video on my phone to surface online, would you? If that’s the case, perhaps we could have a little chat... Heh heh heh..."

You never know when it might come in handy. Got it memorized?

Brother Lie’s thoughts drifted to wonderful, faraway possibilities, but the most pressing matter now was to shift the blame.

His face a mask of bewilderment—a mix of fifty percent shock, thirty percent confusion, and twenty percent amusement—he began to loudly proclaim his innocence.

"Chen Yanfei came up to me all aggressively wanting to drink, so I had a full glass with her. Who knew she’d be such a lightweight? Seriously, don’t you guys normally drink when you get together? What’s her actual tolerance like?"