The video titled "My Goddess Maid" was uploaded by an unknown user under the name "Black Tech Cabin." In the video description, it read: "This footage was recorded somewhere in Akihabara, Neon, at a certain café. From this short two-minute clip, we can see Chu Lian personally dressed in a maid outfit, greeting customers."
"I'd like to clarify," the uploader continued, "Chu Lian wasn't forced into working as a maid. It just so happens that this café holds a 'Maid Day' on the first of each month. On that day, whoever is chosen as the best maid receives a special gift from the café's owner, Miss Sakurako."
"At this point, I'm sure everyone understands why she decided to work here. I'm really curious what kind of prize could tempt her to do this, but unfortunately, I haven't gotten any confirmed information. What a pity."
"In any case, this is a video full of endless charm and imagination. All maid lovers and gentlemen, don't miss it! By the way, maids are the absolute best. Oh, and this is probably just part one—more clips of her maid activities will be uploaded soon, so stay tuned!"
The video was indeed as described—barely two and a half minutes long. It showed Chu Lian stepping out in her maid outfit, standing by the entrance, and welcoming her first group of customers—Cai Ya and her companions. It ended right as she led them to their seats beside her own team.
The later parts—where Chu Lian placed the menus, waited quietly, agreed to sing a song, and then left—were not included.
In just a few minutes, the uploader had managed to edit and upload the footage, which was almost instantly approved for release. It was clear that something suspicious was going on behind the scenes.
However, the general public had no idea when exactly Chu Lian had worked as a maid, nor did they know the real circumstances. Most assumed the footage had been taken earlier that day, and that the uploader was splitting the content into multiple parts for the sake of engagement.
After watching the first video—and being completely smitten by Chu Lian's adorable maid appearance—viewers flooded the comments and bullet chats, demanding that the uploader quickly post the next part.
Whether because of the overwhelming comments or by prior plan, the uploader soon released the second video. The new clip picked up exactly where the first one left off—Chu Lian placing down the menus and bowing slightly in quiet poise. The girls' conversation could be clearly heard, and when viewers heard Chu Lian agree to sing the now-viral "Tori no Uta" (Bird's Poem), the entire comment section exploded.
Of course, all the dialogue in the video was in Japanese, so most people had to rely on subtitles to understand what was being said.
Compared to Chu Chu and Li Xiu'er from Chu Lian's own group—who didn't speak Japanese—Cai Ya's team was far more fluent. Not only were they proficient in Mandarin, but they also mastered both English and Japanese.
Among them, Liu Yanran possessed the abilities of a national-level classical literature scholar. Though she was still young and preferred to stay low-key, she was also skilled in Russian, French, and Spanish—a true language prodigy.
Lux Lyle was no less impressive. Her Chinese proficiency had reached the highest level, and several English essays she had published under various pseudonyms had caused quite a stir abroad. Unlike Cai Ya, she only specialized in three languages—Japanese, English, and Chinese—but her mastery in each was at a level few could ever reach.
Perhaps it was because of their shared brilliance that the two got along so well. After all, geniuses often needed a special bridge to connect—and such a bridge was rarer among people like them.
Their Japanese fluency was so natural that many viewers unfamiliar with them mistook them for native speakers. If not for the subtitles revealing their identities, countless people would have believed they were actual Neon natives.
The most infuriating part for viewers was that this second video, though longer—nearly six minutes—cut off right at the moment when the curtains opened and Chu Lian was about to sing. The hour-long wait for the next upload would become one of the most excruciatingly long hours in their memories.
The audience watched as the red curtain drew open, soft music floating through the air. It was that song—the one that had captivated their hearts and lingered in their souls. They hadn't expected anyone to perform it again so soon. Was it the same singer from earlier, performing it once more?
Anticipation welled up in their hearts, an uncontrollable excitement. That song, which had seized their hearts with just a single listen—what would it feel like to hear the full version live?
While everyone else waited breathlessly, a small figure darted forward, circling the front of the stage with visible excitement. She looked up at Chu Lian on stage, her voice soft but full of joy. "Onee-chan, onee-chan, onee-chan…"
Hearing the little one's call, Chu Lian turned her delicate face toward her and suddenly smiled—a smile as radiant and beautiful as a blood-red rose in full bloom. The sight made every heart in the room skip a beat; for a moment, it felt as if time itself had stopped.
Her lips parted, and her song flowed gently through the air. The instant she stood on stage, every gaze was drawn to her as if by instinct.
She stood with the confidence of a princess of war, the grace of the goddess Venus, and the purity of Artemis, the moon goddess.
In that moment, every light in the world seemed to dim in comparison. Even though she wore nothing more than a black-and-white lace maid dress embroidered with a white rose—even though the stage was small and simple—even though her figure barely reached most people's chest height.
Yet wherever her gaze swept, it left a trace of warmth, as if every person present was being seen and acknowledged. Once her voice filled the air, there was nothing else—only that ethereal, angelic singing.
Music that resonated deep within the soul, a voice that moved hearts, and lyrics that stirred memories long buried—it was a combination so beautiful it was almost painful.
No one doubted for a second that she belonged on the stage, in the light where all eyes would find her. The only question was—how had someone so luminous remained unknown for so long? Perhaps in Huaxia, her fame had already soared, her fanbase immense.
But abroad, only those within the music industry—singers, producers, and a few perceptive companies—had begun to take notice.
Her image was flawless, capable of embodying any role. Even at her young age, her beauty had already bloomed; one could only imagine the breathtaking woman she would become in the years ahead.
Her voice was clear and ethereal, like hearing an angel's hymn atop a mountain peak. Under her voice, even an ordinary song could be transformed into something divine. And a masterpiece like "Tori no Uta"—in her hands, it became an immortal classic.
Her voice filled their ears; her image filled their eyes. In that moment, the world itself seemed to belong to her alone.
In a space unseen by ordinary eyes, a white rose began to bloom at the center of the stage, with countless smaller roses drifting down like snowflakes wherever her song reached. With each step, each movement, each gesture she made, those white roses followed—appearing, gliding, and fading.
Without her even realizing it, her White Rose ability had awakened anew. The white rose at the center of her chest—once a budding blossom—was now half-open, glowing softly as the other roses around her flourished.
In just five short minutes, everyone present experienced a journey through countless emotions. It was the most beautiful song, sung by the most beautiful person, in the most unforgettable moment.
When the final note faded and silence filled the air, no one moved. The room was still, caught in that lingering spell.
"So beautiful…" Liu Yanran whispered, closing her eyes to picture the scene once more.
"Thank you for the compliment," came a soft reply beside her ear.
Opening her eyes, Liu Yanran found herself face to face with Chu Lian, her delicate features curved in a gentle smile.
For a moment, Liu Yanran was dazed. This girl truly seemed born to be adored by all.
"I think the best decision I made on this trip was getting to know you," she said softly. "And the wisest one was letting you sing 'Tori no Uta.' I hope that one day, I'll see you on an even greater stage. When that happens… the whole world will fall for you."
Her words sounded like a personal confession—but they were, in truth, the collective feeling of everyone who had seen or would later watch the performance.
This time, Chu Lian's maid performance video didn't just spread across Huaxia's M Station—it began drawing massive attention on Neon's N Station as well. After all, hearing her sing live was an entirely different experience compared to watching her music videos.
Though both were equally captivating, equally intoxicating—the live performance carried an overwhelming shock, while the MV exuded quiet serenity. Regardless, this secretly recorded video completely ignited both the domestic and Neon ACG communities, recreating the same frenzy that had followed the school festival—one that could only be described as "Now, the whole world knows her name."
Chu Lian shook her head humbly. "I still have a long way to go. Otherwise, I wouldn't have thought about stepping back to study before. Although I've given up on that idea now, that doesn't mean I've become perfect. There are still so many who are far more talented than I am. My true stage lies in the future. For now, this is only my beginning."
Her words, seemingly humble yet filled with confidence, made Liu Yanran pause in surprise—and snapped Cai Ya and the others out of their dazed admiration.
Seeing them return to themselves, Chu Lian smiled softly, nodding to each of them in turn. Then she leaned down beside Inori Yuzuriha, who had been quietly watching her all this time, and whispered, "Inori, I'm heading off now. Please look after them for me. I feel like… something unusual is about to happen."
"Something unusual?" Inori looked up at her face and nodded seriously. "Something unusual… understood."
After giving her instructions, Chu Lian didn't linger. She bowed politely and said, "Since the song request has been fulfilled, I'll be returning to my duties."
Without another word, she turned and began walking calmly toward the door, passing by the maids carrying trays of coffee, drinks, and desserts.
Behind her, everyone silently watched her slender figure fade into the distance—her presence lingering in their hearts like a dream that refused to fade.