Chapter 182: Top Tier Role Characterization?
There was one thing Yu Wei had always held a grudge about.
At the beginning of this program’s recording, the reason he chose Sakuraya Rio’s blind box was because her tag was “Mapo Tofu”.
Yu Wei thought it was a gourmet food-related profession, so he selected it, but who knew it was a Japanese girl.
Japan’s Mapo Tofu is authentic Mapo Tofu? Heresy!
Have you even eaten Sichuan cuisine before you write it? Taking it for granted?
Taking advantage of the lunch break, Yu Wei planned to take the two of them to eat some authentic Mapo Tofu, and by the way discuss some matters not to be shared with outsiders.
Sakuraya Rio came whenever called, believing whatever she said, and seeing them all going, Qi Luo An had to go even more, otherwise let the two eat together alone?
She didn’t know exactly where Yu Wei was going anyway, so she gritted her teeth and followed, until they entered a side alley beside the noisy traffic flow, when Qi Luo An’s steps clearly slowed down.
Is this still a proper place?
Whatever, we’re already here, hope they go easy when crushing the kidneys…
Sakuraya Rio, on the other hand, followed closely, only feeling that this stretch of road was extremely novel.
It wasn’t until they reached the depths of the alley that Yu Wei stopped, glancing at the small log-colored door beside them with only one yellow lantern hanging.
There was no signboard on the door lintel, only a somewhat faded couplet posted: “Numbly spicy fresh and hot, five flavors determine the universe”.
“So we’re here to eat?”
Qi Luo An casually put her arm around Sakuraya Rio’s arm, the action flowing smoothly as if they hadn’t just met, “I thought you were going to lure us two into an empty alley to do something.”
Sakuraya Rio froze instantly like someone had hit pause on her; she could clearly feel the warmth and pulsing heartbeat transmitted from Qi Luo An’s arm.
This was an extremely unfamiliar form of contact for her; she’d been in China for so long, and this was the first time she’d encountered something like this…
Scared, wary of Chinese lesbian.
“She’s already silly, and you’re fucking teasing her.”
Yu Wei could tell at a glance what Qi Luo An wanted to do; sure enough, her own brother Qi Yuan understood her best, rotten to the core.
He didn’t continue arguing with the two, stepped forward and lightly knocked on the door three times; this private cuisine place was recommended to him by music supervisor Hong Hui when he planned to treat the technical department to a meal, and today he stopped by on the way to try it.
“Coming.”
An aunt tying a clean apron answered and opened the door; upon seeing Yu Wei, she clearly recognized him, but made no extra moves, just enthusiastically ushered them inside.
Able to treat everyone equally, looks like this place has something…
It wasn’t that Yu Wei thought he should receive special treatment, but this situation was very common; not to mention stars, many store visiting bloggers get welcomed with open arms by restaurants.
Recognizing him yet keeping calmness shows they’re honest and down-to-earth, and fully confident in their own dishes.
Crossing the threshold, a somewhat simple diner came into view; the hall wasn’t large, with only four or five ancient square tables placed inside.
At the very back was a transparent glass wall, behind which flickering stove fires could vaguely be seen, with a steady figure busy among them.
“Not pre-packaged meal, bad review.”
“Heaven inverted?”
The three found a corner to sit down; old Hong said this place relies entirely on regular customers, with very little traffic usually, suitable for a star like him, and it was indeed true.
The air was filled with the aroma mixed from fermented black bean paste, Sichuan peppercorn, and chili oil, which felt very reassuring just by smelling it.
Sakuraya Rio curiously examined the various dried chilies and spice samples displayed in a small showcase, muttering a sentence in Japanese softly.
“What did she say?”
Qi Luo An belatedly opened the real-time translation software; she’d heard that some shop owners with awakened bloodlines add extra seasoning when hearing Japanese people, hoping they were fine…
As for why ask Yu Wei, this kid had even written Japanese songs, which showed he definitely knew some Japanese.
Who would have thought, this kid knew French and also Japanese; were those four years of his a bit too fulfilling?
“She said it’s cool.”
This rustic traditional design was still very attractive to Japanese people; with nothing to do, Yu Wei simply turned on his equipment and started writing.
Later, first write out “Peach Blossom Promise” to redeem, then he could record the song and tune the AI; handle today’s competition first.
Started again…
Qi Luo An was already used to his habit of writing anywhere big or small, so she turned to tease Sakuraya Rio who was taking photos everywhere nearby.
“Rio-chan, right? Come let senior sister take a look.”
Yu Wei turned a deaf ear to Qi Luo An’s mischievous taste, just burying his head in writing; all readers, why make things hard for readers?
[When the prelude’s winding melody gracefully rose, the entire audience of “Top Streamer” instantly fell into a breathless silence.
She lightly gripped the microphone, and the moment she opened her mouth, a clear and penetrating voice flowed like a spring over the hearts of the on-site audience.
Her singing carried just the right touch of choking, interpreting the song’s beautifully distant yet slightly regretful mood to the fullest.
As the song entered the climax, Deng Shi’s voice became increasingly powerful, like peach blossoms blooming in the valley, with layered emotions sweeping the entire venue.
Wei Yu carefully listened to the melody of “Peach Blossom Promise”, silently giving it an 8.5 score.]
Yu Wei was still relatively objective; he personally liked this song, but the flaws were also quite obvious—the melody was a bit formulaic, around 9 points at most.
Giving it 8.5 is mainly because this is an ancient style song. There are too many internet celebrity songs masquerading as ancient style, and nowadays people aren’t that interested in this category.
Yu Wei is also afraid that netizens are tired of ancient style songs, so their first reaction is dislike and difficulty accepting this style, so he gives a bit of tolerance.
Words can’t be spoken too fully. In the novel, whenever it involves him rating songs that need to be taken out, he always rates them a bit lower.
Rating too high makes it easy to be accused of self-promotion. As long as the song quality is good, rating a bit low will have great scholars debating scripture for him.
After he posted the new chapter, he found several cold dishes already placed in front of him. Sakuraya Rio was tentatively taking small bites of the pepper chicken slices.
But Qi Luo An hasn’t touched the chopsticks, seemingly waiting for him to eat together…
If they hadn’t eaten together a few times before, Yu Wei would have believed it. Pretending for the Japanese girl in front of him, huh? So scheming!
“Eat quickly, eat quickly, the dishes are getting cold.”
Qi Luo An handed over the freshly scalded chopsticks, then remembered that all the dishes served were cold dishes. Whatever, no big problem.
She had just used translation software to chat briefly with Sakuraya Rio, tentatively asking a few questions about her views on Yu Wei. The conclusion she reached shocked her greatly.
To put it this way, Qi Luo An felt that even if she were a guy, she wouldn’t be able to resist it. Why do naturally airheaded female leads run rampant in novels? Because there really are quite a few people who are into that.
Although neither of them meant it that way, this kind of personality is just too likable, terrifyingly so—must guard against it…
“You’re being too deliberate.”
Yu Wei took the chopsticks but didn’t have the heart to point it out to her. Little did he know that Qi Luo An wasn’t done yet; while eating, she still didn’t forget to open the new chapter of the novel.
You said his book was fabricated history before, and now you’re reading it while eating, huh? So heavy taste?
“Ancient Style Song?”
Qi Luo An did think about just putting on a show, but she was still a bit shocked upon seeing the plot description about the new song; this was truly a style that Yu Wei had never tried before.
That song “Sword Like a Dream” does have some ancient style qualities, but it also has plenty of modern elements, with the main style being wuxia.
“Map of Mountains and Rivers” also has quite a few lyrics with a strong ancient style flavor, but the rap and arrangement have absolutely nothing to do with ancient style.
She herself is quite looking forward to it, but in recent years, there really aren’t many strong ancient style songs; it’s not like just piling up a few ancient style images makes it an ancient style song…
Besides, in Yu Wei’s novel, this Deng Shi isn’t a native AI? Can an AI, something so full of tech sense, sing ancient style songs well?
“Should be fine.”
The market is the market. As long as the song quality is good, it can still make it, after all Yu Wei isn’t a newcomer now.
This is just like writing a novel. Fantasy and sci-fi are indeed cold genres, but if written well, they can still rise. Good writing can break through, and good songs can break through.
“As long as you know what you’re doing, that’s fine.”
Qi Luo An already had blind trust in Yu Wei. After all, every time he appeared in such an unconventional situation, he could create a miracle. After it happened many times, she had gotten used to it.
Even if Yu Wei said right now that he was an alien, she would believe him…
Qi Luo An picked up two chopsticks of the newly served kung pao shrimp balls and continued watching. Honestly, every time she saw these native characters appear, she had a strong sense of déjà vu, feeling that Yu Wei wrote them really well.
It feels like he’s not just writing randomly and assuming things, but as if these people really exist.
Besides singing, Yu Wei even briefly mentions their background stories and character biographies, making it feel not fake.
Could this be the character shaping ability of a top tier writer?
Calling Yu Wei a failure is just teasing. Whether from data or writing style, Yu Wei now cannot be considered a failure.
If it weren’t for the fact that the settings for these few native characters of his were all well-known singers in the entertainment industry, Qi Luo An would almost suspect whether these few people really existed.
It seems she also has to work hard on writing. She definitely can’t catch up to Yu Wei in his star career, but at least in web novels, she can’t fall too far behind.
Just as she steeled her resolve, the mapo tofu that Sakuraya Rio had been eagerly anticipating arrived, though its color was not quite like what she remembered.
“Eat up. We’ll talk about the novel after you’re done.”
After redeeming “The Devotion of Suspect X,” Yu Wei had mastered two books, knew more Japanese than before, and communication became much more convenient.
A few days ago during rehearsal, Sakuraya Rio asked him if he had any plans to have “Malice” translated and published by Sakura. Yu Wei found it a bit interesting.
The domestic physical book economy has already collapsed, but the Sakura physical book market is still pretty good. Plus, the novel “Malice” is a story from over there, so it might get a great response.
It mainly features a cultural reverse overseas expansion; they should even thank us.
“Let’s eat.”
Sakuraya Rio put her hands together in a standard greeting gesture, then scooped a spoonful into her own bowl.
The red sauce of the Mapo Tofu trembled slightly in the white porcelain bowl. Sakuraya Rio stared at this long-famous Chinese dish in front of her, feeling a bit tense in her heart.
This was completely different from the slightly sweet brownish Mapo Tofu in the Japanese-style Chinese restaurant in her hometown.
“Yours, missy missy.”
Qi Luo An, who was beside her, took the first bite, serving as an example for her.
Sakuraya Rio imitated Qi Luo An’s appearance by scooping up a spoonful, carefully blew on it, and then mustered up the courage to put it into her mouth.
A burning sensation exploded on the tip of her tongue, then darted toward her throat like a small flame. Sakuraya Rio’s fair little face instantly flushed red, so quickly that Yu Wei felt like he was looking at a sticker pack.
He casually poured a glass of water and handed it over. Those who didn’t know would think they were deliberately pranking the international friend.
Sakuradani Rio hurriedly gulped down more than half a glass of water in a flustered manner, while Qi Luo An on the side was somewhat enjoying the spectacle and adding fuel to the fire, gleefully handing over her own glass.
“Senior, I want to drink too.”
