The Whole Internet Begs Me to Stop Singing, or the Nation's Luck Won't Hold

[Place to store your brain] I'm Wen Jiug e, a knowledgeable funny girl who transmigrated from Earth. All I've ever wanted is to lie flat and slack off. Who knew trouble would drop right out of the sky? I got dragged into a national destiny competition. Principal: “Jiug e, the fate of our country rests on this!” Me: “Quit selling me a dream. How much are you paying?” Opponent: “Your childish music is an insult to art!” Me: “Sure, sure. But it can score 100 points. Doesn't that make you mad?” Stepsister: “What gives a useless loser like you the right?” Me: “The fact I'm cuter than you. Seethe! Nyah nyah nyah~” The whole internet's haters: “Wen Jiug e, get out of show business!” I fire back with a full-body transformation performance of *Balala the Fairies*, and have the haters up all night embroidering red flags. Save the country? What do you mean, save the country? Don't get in the way of my food! I'm just an utterly ordinary person who likes a good laugh! Until my scheming stepbrother pulls me into his arms and murmurs coaxingly, “Win one more round, and I'll put every asset I own in your name.” Me, jolting upright on my deathbed: “We've got a job! Mi Bao, bring me my battle outfit!”