Chapter 147: Who Still Has Dreams?
No wonder stars like to go abroad for dates. No matter how big a star they are, once they step out of the country, they’re completely transparent, and the concealment is indeed much stronger…
Yu Wei was the same. When he went out shopping, no one recognized him at all. This kind of “strutting through the streets” experience hadn’t happened in a long time.
Of course, he wasn’t there for a date, and he had no one to date. Yu Wei went out mainly to cooperate with the organizing committee’s work, live streaming the Louvain Film Festival trip.
Q&A in the hotel would be too boring. Outdoor live streaming has better program effect and can also let everyone appreciate the local customs.
“What should the live stream title be called?”
Before going live, the accompanying organizing committee staff asked Yu Wei for his opinion.
The official account for the microfilm competition didn’t have many fans. If they really wanted people to watch the live stream, they definitely had to rely on Yu Wei to drive traffic.
“Yu Wei inside, do not feed.”
“This…”
The staff didn’t know what Yu Wei was up to, but they had no better method for the moment, so they could only set the title and start the live stream.
Silence, a long silence. No new viewers joined the live stream room. They exchanged eye contact: how about we change the title?
“Is it a real person? Looks like AI?”
Just as everyone was getting a bit discouraged, the first bullet comment entered their vision, with the nickname Al2O3.
Aluminum oxide, huh? Yu Wei hadn’t replied yet when the live stream viewer count dropped back to zero.
“What the hell?”
He looked around and instantly understood. It was already noon back home, but it was still early morning in Belgium.
Plus the obvious medieval style, others probably thought it was all AI-generated, since there are plenty of AI live streams these days…
I’ve become AI?
Yu Wei was thinking of adding parentheses in the title saying “not AI,” but the next second AlO came back, asking if he was really Yu Wei.
“I’m a fake person, you can call me Fake Yu.”
The staff holding the portable camera equipment was stunned for a moment. They were just about to remind Yu Wei not to joke when the bullet comment replied, “Looks like the real one.”
It seemed Yu Wei’s unseriousness was already well-known…
As his identity was confirmed, viewers in the live stream gradually increased. Although noon wasn’t a prime live streaming slot, it was definitely better than work hours.
“It’s really Yu Wei? Is this still domestic?”
“What 3G network? He’s at the Louvain International Film Festival. This should be Leuven, Belgium.”
“No wonder the novel update last night was at such a weird time.”
“Abroad? That’s great, let’s see some foreign women.”
Yu Wei frowned, shocked by the last bullet comment. This guy really dares to think… doesn’t treat the brothers like outsiders at all…
“Cough cough, let’s talk about some proper content.”
Seeing the live stream getting on track, the staff quickly sent out the link and had Liu Ning forward it using Yu Wei’s work account.
Qi Luo An wasn’t idle either. She specially posted a live stream thread in the book friend circle for interested book friends to watch.
The live stream viewer count easily broke ten thousand. Yu Wei chatted idly while contacting the company’s technical department to prepare sampling.
Using others’ voices as material definitely needed to be explained in advance, otherwise it could easily infringe. Later, he’d randomly pick a few viewers for voice chat and discuss directly.
“What did you eat for breakfast? Brussels waffles, not bad.”
“Can it win an award? Well, not a single Chinese among the judges, you figure it out.”
“Is Yenoyaguchi Shu really the murderer? Of course, it’s written in the plot.”
“Who to write about for tomorrow’s competition… You’ll know soon.”
After the live stream viewers steadily rose to seventy thousand, the bullet comments were coming too fast to read. Yu Wei felt the timing was right and tentatively proposed his idea.
Sincerely recruiting AI voice material to become fusion material and personally participate in the competition, with a chance to defeat star singers hands-on.
Yu Wei’s words immediately caused a stir. Letting netizens personally participate in the competition? Was this still a serious competition?
It didn’t seem like it…
Usually in various singing competitions and music variety show talent shows, it’s the guests and contestants’ business. Viewers and netizens just watch for fun. Didn’t expect a competition where they could actually participate.
And in the form of fusion material?
Could it be they heard Yu Wei secretly listening to their complaints of “I could do it too”…
Personally participating in the competition, possibly defeating real stars—pretty fun, and no loss. If lucky enough to win a championship, they could even put it on their resume.
Void Champion high-level fusion material!
“I’ll open voice chat. Those interested can join, read some copywriting or sing a song, best if both.”
Reading is easy for voice extraction, singing is easy for model tuning, aiming to fill the database.
Yu Wei opened voice chat, but the expected enthusiastic participation didn’t happen. Instead, everyone was just watching.
Weren’t they usually all about watching the fun? Why so quiet now?
There were too many otakus in Yu Wei’s fanbase. Voice chatting and singing in a live stream of tens of thousands would definitely be embarrassing.
Some dared, but they had no time right now. Midday, after lunch they had to go back to being workhorses. Where’d they find time for live voice chat?
“None of my fans can sing. Dissatisfied? Come debate.”
The bullet comments that were all “you go first, I’ll back you up” instantly filled with question marks. This guy was using reverse psychology to fish, huh?
There were still brave ones in the crowd. Soon, a netizen named Touch Fish Immortal Venerable joined voice chat, and upon connecting, let out three “holy shit”s in a row.
“Is it me?”
“It’s you. Please start your performance.”
Yu Wei thought he’d read something, but he straightforwardly read his own novel plot, embarrassing Yu Wei so much his toes curled.
No, let’s talk it out. Why start the public execution…
But the technical department’s sampling should have started. Yu Wei couldn’t interrupt and had to grit his teeth and listen.
After Touch Fish Immortal Venerable read half a chapter, he simply sang a few lines. A few lines were enough to fill the database; no need for a full song.
“Not bad, I give it 8 points.”
“What 8 points? This is A-level fusion material.”
“Any S-level brothers wanna show off?”
It was indeed well sung. Yu Wei gave high praise to his cooperation. Seeing even this professional singer say so, other viewers started getting eager.
The second voice chat was “Deep Sea Little Dried Fish,” who introduced himself as a loyal reader and directly read a segment of afterthoughts on Sound Mixer.
He also excelled in the singing part, directly challenging the high note in Under the Flying Clouds and hitting it, earning the S-level fusion material title.
“Tearing up. To commemorate your outstanding performance, my fan name will be Little Dried Fish from now on.”
Many had complained his previous squid fan name wasn’t nice. This was a good chance to change it, also to distinguish from his former idol Yu Wei.
Dare to diss me? Go tell my million Little Dried Fish!
“Who else has dreams?”
Yu Wei and his group strolled while live streaming, passing through Leuven Square and soon arriving at St. Peter’s Church.
Red rooftops rose and fell continuously, bicycle bells rang through the streets—it was exactly the imagined European town picture.
Better not go in. What if there’s a priest inside? After all, there were little boys in his live stream…
The third voice chat nickname was Otaku Yi Yi. When Yu Wei greeted him, he paused: “Is this character yi or ai?”
Other netizens perked up: Yu Wei’s got something. He even knows it’s a polyphone. Swap in some illiterate star and it’d probably be read as “Otaku Cha Cha.”
Which hater said Yu Wei went to some no-name university? Step forward!
“Can I ask first: is Yenoyaguchi Shu really Higa’s ghostwriter?”
Otaku Yi Yi had stayed up all night after reading the latest chapters two and three of Malice. The plot twist was unexpected.
In the new plot, police locked on Yenoyaguchi Shu as suspect. He confessed but refused to explain motive. Soon police found evidence of Higa forcing him to ghostwrite.
Yenoyaguchi Shu claimed he was blackmailed into being a “shadow writer” due to an affair with Higa’s ex-wife, and produced manuscripts and letters. Public opinion completely reversed.
So the failure was the great god’s ghostwriter, then the failure killed the great god out of spite. Is that right?
He clearly felt something off with Yenoyaguchi’s story, but the details would have to wait for Yu Wei’s update.
This dog author keeps digging pits without filling them, updates slow too. Drives one mad.
“Better not spoil it.”
Clearly a suspense novel enthusiast. Sure enough, Otaku Yi Yi read plot from Malice with great rhythm, almost like listening to an audiobook.
Fans were really full of hidden talents…
Yu Wei’s voice chat live stream lasted about three hours. Netizens’ voices were all decent, singing skills at least KTV level.
But thinking about it, those who couldn’t sing at all probably wouldn’t dare join voice chat. Those who did had some skills.
All top-quality fusion material. Instant refinement!
“Going offline. See you tomorrow.”
Actually, the organizing committee would stream tonight too, but it was the Louvain Award opening ceremony. In a formal setting, he couldn’t interact with the audience.
After going offline, Yu Wei didn’t wander. He hurried back to the hotel to write and first published the new chapter for Fei Hong’s competition.
Because Someone Like Me was a bit downbeat, the song didn’t get an official shoutout like before, but it resonated with many netizens.
Many seem positive and upward, but inwardly full of confusion and self-doubt. Yu Wei seemed to speak for everyone, telling them this ups-and-downs feeling isn’t a solo struggle.
Thus, a saying circulated in the industry: in the ordinary track, no one is Yu Wei’s opponent.
After all, many learned that the song Chen Ping lost to Yu Wei on was exactly this theme…
After too much big fish and meat, time for some snacks.
The netizens’ AI model should be tunable tomorrow. Yu Wei at least had to do We Are Not the Same.
A voice refined from a group’s AI material singing “we are not the same”—creepy just thinking about it…
The Soul Refining Banner started howling!
We Are Not the Same is a typical internet celebrity song. Its popularity is closely tied to live streaming platforms, short videos, and social media.
As one of the earlier internet celebrity songs, it’s tacky but has some merits.
Yu Wei did want to do a few internet celebrity songs, but there’s a gap between them. He didn’t want ones with absolutely nothing going for them; they needed at least something.
“The singer is called Lu Ren Jia. Wonder if the fan circle little idols can handle it…”
News of Yu Wei live streaming to select AI material had spread domestically. Netizens had no idea what he was up to, but the remaining ones not yet performed were nearly scared faint.
Losing to AI they could tolerate—precedent exists—but losing to a group of netizens’ AI was too much.
Might as well not be as good as a netizen.
Why does this guy always think of such vicious moves? Human-machine match done, now a player match.
Losing human-machine is just noob, but losing to player match is roadside trash—extremely insulting…
The few little idols clearly didn’t want to face this player AI. Shortly after the stream ended, they started recommending each other.
Better a fellow daoist than a poor taoist. Losing to a player was more suitable for other rising stars.
Who said there’s only one player AI?
Yu Wei saw the messages and smiled maliciously. That thing could definitely be mass-produced quickly.
Nothing else to say, he had plenty of internet celebrity songs—more than enough.
Since so eager, beat one each.
